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been there awhile he would know that the plants were simply honeycombed with rottenness of that sortthe bosses grafted off the men and they grafted off each other and some day the superintendent would find out about the boss and then he would graft off the boss Warming to the subject Tamoszius went on to explain the situation Here was Durhams for instance owned by a man who was trying to make as much out of it as he could and did not care in the least how he did it and underneath him ranged in ranks and grades like an army were managers and superintendents and foremen each one driving the man next below him and trying to squeeze out of him as much work as possible And all the men of the same rank were pitted against each other the s of each were kept separately and every man lived in terror of losing his job if another made a better record than he So from top to bottom the place was simply a seething caldron of jealousies and hatreds t
here was no loyalty or decency anywhere about it there was no place in it where a man counted for anything against a And worse than there being no decency there was not even any honesty The reason for that Who could say It must have been old Durham in the beginning it was a heritage which the selfmade merchant had left to his son along with his s
Jurgis would find out these things for himself if he stayed there long enough it was the men who had to do all the dirty jobs and so there was no deceiving them and they caught the spirit of the place and did like all the rest Jurgis had come there and thought he was going to make himself useful and rise and become a sed man but he would soon find out his errorfor nobody rose in Packingtown by doing good work You could lay that down for a ruleif you met a man who was rising in Packingtown you met a knave That man who had been sent to Jurgis father by the boss he would rise the man who told tales and spied upon his fellows would rise but the man who minded his own business and did his workwhy they would speed him up till they had worn him out and then they would throw him into the gutter
Jurgis went home with his head buzzing Yet he could not bring himself to believe such thingsno it could not be so Tamoszius was simply another of the grumblers He was a man who spent all his time fiddling and he would go to parties at night and not get home till sunrise and so of course he did not feel like work Then too he was a puny little chap and so he had been left behind in the race and that was why he was sore And yet so many strange things kept coming to Jurgis notice every day
He tried to persuade his father to have nothing to do with the offer But old Antanas had begged until he was worn out and all his courage was gone he wanted a job any sort of a job So the next day he went and found the man who had spoken to him and promised to bring him a third of all he earned and that same day he was put to work in Durhams cellars It was a pickle room where there was never a dry spot to stand upon and so he had to take nearly the whole of his first weeks earnings to buy him a pair of heavysoled boots He was a squeedgie man his job was to go about all day with a longhandled mop swabbing up the floor Except that it was damp and dark it was not an unpleasant job in summer
Now Antanas Rudkus was the meekest man that God ever put on earth and so Jurgis found it a striking confirmation of what the men all said that his father had been at work only two days before he came home as bitter as any of them and cursing Durhams with all the power of his soul For they had set him to cleaning out the traps and the family sat round and listened in der while he told them what that meant It seemed that he was working in the room where the men prepared the beef for canning and the beef had lain in vats full of chemicals and men with great forks speared it out and dumped it into trucks to be taken to the cooking room When they had speared out all they could reach they emptied the vat on the floor and then with shovels scd up the balance and dumped it into the truck This floor was filthy yet they set Antanas with his mop slopping the pickle into a hole that connected with a sink where it was caught and used over again forever and if that were not enough there was a trap
in the pipe where all the scraps of meat and odds and ends of refuse were caught and every few days it was the old mans task to clean these out and shovel their contents into one of the trucks with the rest of the meat

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