1 And there followed a dead silence.
2 And that would not be so bad, only for the deadly contagion.
3 Ona was dead, but the others were left and they must be saved.
4 A dead silence had fallen in the room, and he saw that every one was staring at him.
5 But with Ona's dead body beneath his eyes, Jurgis could not well think of treason to his child.
6 At the end there were three days that they were alone, before it was found out that the father was dead.
7 The city inspector of water pipes had been dead and buried for over a year, but somebody was still drawing his pay.
8 There were the "hoisters," as they were called, whose task it was to press the lever which lifted the dead cattle off the floor.
9 The depths of him were troubled and shaken, memories were stirred in him that had been sleeping so long he had counted them dead.
10 So they went home, with a deadly terror gnawing at their souls; and that evening Jurgis came home and heard their story, and that was the end.
11 Later came midsummer, with the stifling heat, when the dingy killing beds of Durham's became a very purgatory; one time, in a single day, three men fell dead from sunstroke.
12 Every night there were stabbings and shootings; it was said that the packers had blank permits, which enabled them to ship dead bodies from the city without troubling the authorities.
13 They were pitiable in their helplessness; above all things they stood in deadly terror of any sort of person in official uniform, and so whenever they saw a policeman they would cross the street and hurry by.
14 In low-class places, in the dead of winter, saloon-keepers would often allow one or two forlorn-looking bums who came in covered with snow or soaked with rain to sit by the fire and look miserable to attract custom.
15 One wondered about this, as also about the swarms of flies which hung about the scene, literally blackening the air, and the strange, fetid odor which assailed one's nostrils, a ghastly odor, of all the dead things of the universe.
16 The people who worked here followed the ancient custom of nature, whereby the ptarmigan is the color of dead leaves in the fall and of snow in the winter, and the chameleon, who is black when he lies upon a stump and turns green when he moves to a leaf.
17 If you were a sociable person, he was quite willing to enter into conversation with you, and to explain to you the deadly nature of the ptomaines which are found in tubercular pork; and while he was talking with you you could hardly be so ungrateful as to notice that a dozen carcasses were passing him untouched.
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