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PREFACE

The experiences related in this volume fell to me in the summer of 1902.

I went down into the under-world of London with an attitude of mind which

I may best liken to that of the explorer. I was open to be convinced by

the evidence of my eyes, rather than by the teachings of those who had

not seen, or by the words of those who had seen and gone before. Further,

I took with me certain simple criteria with which to measure the life of

the under-world. That which made for more life, for physical and

spiritual health, was good; that which made for less life, which hurt,

and dwarfed, and distorted life, was bad.

It will be readily apparent to the reader that I saw much that was bad.

Yet it must not be forgotten that the time of which I write was

considered "good times" in England. The starvation and lack of shelter I

encountered constituted a chronic condition of misery which is never

wiped out, even in the periods of greatest prosperity.

Following the summer in question came a hard winter.

Great numbers of

the unemployed formed into processions, as many as a dozen at a time, and

daily marched through the streets of London crying for bread. Mr. Justin

McCarthy, writing in the month of January 1903, to the New York

_Independent_, briefly epitomises the situation as follows:-

"The workhouses have no space left in which to pack the starving

crowds who are craving every day and night at their doors for food and

shelter. All the charitable institutions have exhausted their means

in trying to raise supplies of food for the famishing residents of the

garrets and cellars of London lanes and alleys. The quarters of the

Salvation Army in various parts of London are nightly besieged by

hosts of the unemployed and the hungry for whom neither shelter nor

the means of sustenance can be provided."

It has been urged that the criticism I have passed on things as they are

in England is too pessimistic. I must say, in extenuation, that of

optimists I am the most optimistic. But I measure manhood less by

political aggregations than by individuals. Society grows, while

political machines rack to pieces and become "scrap."

For the English,

so far as manhood and womanhood and health and happiness go, I see a

broad and smiling future. But for a great deal of the political

machinery, which at present mismanages for them, I see nothing else than

the scrap heap.

JACK LONDON.

PIEDMONT, CALIFORNIA.