1 He must get work, he told himself, fighting the battle with despair every hour of the day.
2 And Marija is just fighting drunk when there come to her ears the facts about the villains who have not paid that night.
3 When he reached the city he left the rest, for he had money and they did not, and he meant to save himself in this fight.
4 He had to fight often in these days to fight for a place near the factory gates, and now and again with gangs on the street.
5 The outside ones would be shivering and sobbing, crawling over the others and trying to get down into the center, and causing a fight.
6 In Germany, where its vote was more than a third of the total vote of the empire, all other parties and powers had united to fight it.
7 The thing to do is to crack every fighting head that you see, before there are so many fighting heads that you cannot crack any of them.
8 One of the consequences of all these things was that Jurgis was no longer perplexed when he heard men talk of fighting for their rights.
9 But they were all men who had given up and been counted out, while Jurgis was still in the fight, and had reminders of decency about him.
10 But the vast majority of them had been workingmen, had fought the long fight as Jurgis had, and found that it was a losing fight, and given up.
11 It was a scene of wild confusion, women shrieking and wringing their hands and fainting, and men fighting and trampling down everything in their way.
12 He had had no experience with unions, and he had to have it explained to him that the men were banded together for the purpose of fighting for their rights.
13 This wasn't a world in which a man had any business with a family; sooner or later Jurgis would find that out also, and give up the fight and shift for himself.
14 He felt like fighting now himself; and when the Irish delegate of the butcher-helpers' union came to him a second time, he received him in a far different spirit.
15 He met some neighbors with whom Elzbieta had made friends in her neighborhood, and he set out to make Socialists of them by wholesale, and several times he all but got into a fight.
16 These bare places were grown up with dingy, yellow weeds, hiding innumerable tomato cans; innumerable children played upon them, chasing one another here and there, screaming and fighting.
17 All day long the gates of the packing houses were besieged by starving and penniless men; they came, literally, by the thousands every single morning, fighting with each other for a chance for life.
18 He had had more of his share of the fight, though, for just when Socialism had broken all its barriers and become the great political force of the empire, he had come to America, and begun all over again.
19 He did not drink or fight, because he was thinking all the time of Ona; and for the rest, he was a quiet, steady man, who did what he was told to, did not lose his temper often, and when he did lose it made the offender anxious that he should not lose it again.
20 They were often very turbulent meetings, with half a dozen men declaiming at once, in as many dialects of English; but the speakers were all desperately in earnest, and Jurgis was in earnest too, for he understood that a fight was on, and that it was his fight.