"Do you want to work?" said the farmer.

"No," said Jurgis, "I don't."

"Then you can't get anything here," snapped the
other.

"I meant to pay for it," said Jurgis.

"Oh," said the farmer; and then added sarcastically,
"We don't serve breakfast after 7am."

"I am very hungry," said Jurgis, gravely; "I would
like to buy some food."

"Ask the woman," said the farmer, nodding over his
shoulder. The "woman" was more tractable, and for a
dime Jurgis secured two thick sandwiches and a piece of
pie and two apples. He walked off eating the pie, as the
least convenient thing to carry. In a few minutes he
came to a stream, and he climbed a fence and walked
down the bank, along a woodland path. By and by he
found a comfortable spot, and there he devoured his meal,
slaking his thirst at the stream. Then he lay for hours,
just gazing and drinking in joy; until at last he felt
sleepy, and lay down in the shade of a bush.

When he awoke the sun was shining hot in his face.
He sat up and stretched his arms, and then gazed at the
water sliding by. There was a deep pool, sheltered and
silent, below him, and a sudden wonderful idea rushed
upon him. He might have a bath! The water was free,
and he might get into it -- all the way into it! It would
be the first time that he had been all the way into the water
since he left Lithuania!

When Jurgis had first come to the stockyards he had
been as clean as any working-man could well be. But
later on, what with sickness and cold and hunger and
discouragement, and the filthiness of his work, and the
vermin in his home, he had given up washing in winter,
and in summer only as much of him as would go into a
basin. He had had a shower-bath in jail, but nothing
since -- and now he would have a swim!

The water was warm, and he splashed about like a very
boy in his glee. Afterward he sat down in the water near
the bank, and proceeded to scrub himself -- soberly and

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