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Alexander Irvine. From the Bottom Up
From the Bottom Up
Table of Contents
ILLUSTRATIONS
FROM THE BOTTOM UP
CHAPTER IToC
BOYHOOD IN IRELAND
CHAPTER IIToC
THE BEGINNING OF AN EDUCATION
CHAPTER IIIToC
ON BOARD A MAN O' WAR
CHAPTER IVToC
PROBLEMS AND PLACES
CHAPTER VToC
THE GORDON RELIEF EXPEDITION
CHAPTER VIToC
BEGINNINGS IN THE NEW WORLD
CHAPTER VIIToC
FISHING FOR MEN ON THE BOWERY
CHAPTER VIIIToC
A BUNK-HOUSE AND SOME BUNK-HOUSE MEN
CHAPTER IXToC
THE WAIF'S STORY
CHAPTER XToC
I MEET SOME OUTCASTS
CHAPTER XIToC
A CHURCH IN THE GHETTO
CHAPTER XIIToC
WORKING WAY DOWN
CHAPTER XIIIToC
LIFE AND DOUBT ON THE BOTTOMS
CHAPTER XIVToC
MY FIGHT IN NEW HAVEN
CHAPTER XVToC
A VISIT HOME
CHAPTER XVIToC
NEW HAVEN AGAIN—AND A FIGHT
CHAPTER XVIIToC
I JOIN A LABOUR UNION AND HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH STRIKES
CHAPTER XVIIIToC
I BECOME A SOCIALIST
CHAPTER XIXToC
I INTRODUCE JACK LONDON TO YALE
CHAPTER XXToC
MY EXPERIENCE AS A LABOURER IN THE MUSCLE MARKET OF THE SOUTH
CHAPTER XXIToC
AT THE CHURCH OF THE ASCENSION
CHAPTER XXIIToC
MY SOCIALISM, MY RELIGION AND MY HOME
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Alexander Irvine
The Life Story of Alexander Irvine
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I had never seen such a beautiful human being. Her voice was soft and musical. She wore her hair loosely down her back, and was a perfect picture of health and beauty.
One day I lay at full length on my back, asleep by the edge of the wood. When I awoke, this city girl was standing at my side. I jumped to my feet and stood erect, and I remember distinctly the emotions that swept through me. I was startled at first, startled as I had been on a previous occasion when, at a sharp turn in the footpath in the ravine, I met a fawn. I remembered my first impulse then was for a word, a word of conciliation, for I was fascinated by the beauty of the graceful beast. Graceful as a nymph it stood there, nerves strained like a bow bent for the discharge of an arrow, its head poised in air, fire shooting from its eyes. It remained only for an instant, and then with a frightened plunge it cleared the clump of laurel bushes and disappeared.
