The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1927-01-08
An Incident in the Life of Production.
BY N. FAL'KoVSKlI.

ting low The stop was made in the middle of the
road, far from inhabited places. They leave the
boiler where it is (who could take IT'D and go to
the nearest village. The peasants meet them in
rather unfrendy way, refusing to let them into
their huts. What else can the peasants do? There
in the artel perhaps seventy men and twenty
beasts of BURDEN there is little feed and no money
So the majority have to sleep, some in the barns
some under wagons, and some in the open the
night is rainy, windy, and cold. But what can they
do? Their clothes poor; their slippers are
made Of the bark of trees, and the rags wound
around their legs wet thru They again ask 70
be let into the huts. Some let in, not ALL To-
ward morning number are feversh. They get Mp
early eat what they NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. them
selves in the sunshine and the feverish feeling dis
appears. The old rascal Seniushkin (nicknamed
"Mousie") makes clever move; squirting his
watery, .mouselike eyes he begins to beg: Com
rades, do not feel well; let go home. For what
help can l be to your"
"Stop that We all are sick. When the artel el
der returns, ask him. He might let you go; ana
should you die, will bring you home on the boil
er, just like general on gum.
The critical time comes; the bread is gone, NO
potatoes, and what money can toilers haver
There is nothing to do. They have go Ito shoot"
about the village. They feel ashamed and sorry.
but how can they help it? To go home? Would
the artel allow this? Somehow they satisfy their
hunger, and Seniushkin returns with sackful
he is master at shedding "mousie" tears.
brings the repaired wheel, iron bar for the sup
port of the axle bread and money for the folks
He was told at the factory that the boiler not
taken down correctly; it was necessary to cut the
uprighs and to bring the batteries separately. The
load would have been easier, but who could do the
welding again, as the mechanic had said? But what
is the use of talking about this? Everybody gets
to work. Hurry up, hurry up!
They reach the railway, and-a stoppage again.
The load cannot be moved over the railway track
without the permission of the authorities and still
worse the boiler cannot pass under the telegraph
wires. Siantich to and fro, but he cannot do
anything. They have to leave the boiler and go
home. No little cursing and profanity is let loose
at the expense of the factory authorities. They,
the devils, busy themselves with teadrinking and
sugar-sucking and drive naked into the cold and
rain without proper provisions! They don't deserve
anything. They take joyrides behind team, in
stead of inspecting and doing something in regard to
the telegraph wires.
The engineers are called, but there is help
from Them A mechanic leaves and is absent
al days He arranges everything and the people are
sent again to the boiler Now the factory mechanic
has to be with the artel all the time.
The telegraph wires are raised and the boiler
crosses the track easily. But it rains the whole day
The people at the factory will long remember this
road and tell their children about it. For Is it easy
to haul the boiler bad road in the autumn mire!
It's slippery the wheels sink, one can hardly get IL
uphill let it downhill. One has to repair bridges
and cover road bitches The people hungry and
in scanty clothing. Oh how hard it is But what
can be done? Everyone has to help to his utmost
They clench their teeth and grasp the ropes, tha
levers, put on the breast collars-and forward! M.
chevo it will be done! The boiler has to be brot
home. Well do it!
See, the mechanic is scoldng: "Loafers, you don't
want to work." The people feel offended: How is
that we don't want to work? Is it easy in mud
In cold here, without eating and drinking? Do you
need the boiler? Do not the children and women
folks wait for us?" The people feel insulted They
become agitated noisy, and abusive But what's
the use of hammering the teeth with the tongue
the boiler has to be brot home!
At last home is reached The day is dry and the
sun warming. All pipes and saddles are decorated
with evergreen. The whole factory comes to meet
It, For a moment the difficulties of the bad road
are forgotten. Everybody feels easy and gladness
is tickling the heart. The steers stop. The man.
ager stands by The leader sets the tune 1--WE hon.
or the engineer" The latter smiles, as if saving
Sing-well, why not sing? You have toiled enough
Ell, dubinuska, Ohio! Once 1t goes by itself"
They arrive. There is no and of tally oaa -.