Then, too, his health came back to him, all his lost youthful vigor, his joy and power that he had mourned and forgotten!  It came with a sudden rush, bewildering him, startling him; it was as if his dead childhood had come back to him, laughing and calling!  What with plenty to eat and fresh air and exercise that was taken as it pleased him, he would waken from his sleep and start off not knowing what to do with his energy, stretching his arms, laughing, singing old songs of home that came back to him.  Now and then, of course, he could not help but think of little Antanas, whom he should never see again, whose little voice he should never hear; and then he would have to battle with himself.  Sometimes at night he would waken dreaming of Ona, and stretch out his arms to her, and wet the ground with his tears.  But in the morning he would get up and shake himself, and stride away again to battle with the world.

He never asked where he was nor where he was going; the country was big enough, he knew, and there was no danger of his coming to the end of it.  And of course he could always have company for the asking—­everywhere he went there were men living just as he lived, and whom he was welcome to join.  He was a stranger at the business, but they were not clannish, and they taught him all their tricks—­what towns and villages it was best to keep away from, and how to read the secret signs upon the fences, and when to beg and when to steal, and just how to do both.  They laughed at his ideas of paying for anything with money or with work—­for they got all they wanted without either.  Now and then Jurgis camped out with a gang of them in some woodland haunt, and foraged with them in the neighborhood at night.  And then among them some one would “take a shine” to him, and they would go off together and travel for a week, exchanging reminiscences.

Of these professional tramps a great many had, of course, been shiftless and vicious all their lives.  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.  Later on he encountered yet another sort of men, those from whose ranks the tramps were recruited, men who were homeless and wandering, but still seeking work—­seeking it in the harvest fields.  Of these there was an army, the huge surplus labor army of society; called into being under the stern system of nature, to do the casual work of the world, the tasks which were transient and irregular, and yet which had to be done.  They did not know that they were such, of course; they only knew that they sought the job, and that the job was fleeting.  In the early summer they would be in Texas, and as the crops were ready they would follow north with the season, ending with the fall in Manitoba.  Then they would seek out the big lumber camps, where there was winter work; or failing in this, would drift to the cities, and live upon what they had managed to save, with the help of such transient work as was there the loading and unloading of steamships and drays, the digging of ditches and the shoveling of snow.  If there were more of them on hand than chanced to be needed, the weaker ones died off of cold and hunger, again according to the stern system of nature.