This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER VI "THE AMERICAN" IN AMERICA IN the clothes shop stood "the American," Uncle Moses, coatless, paring his nails with a pair of huge tailor's shears. Along the entire length of the shop stood a row of long, broad tables, laden half way to the ceiling with clothes of every description: coats, sack-coats, trousers and vests. About the tables bustled robust youths with firm, full chests, silent through fear of the "Uncle." Only from time to time would one venture to wink to the other. It was early, and the operatives were just arriving. "Kuzmin is crawling. Just look how Kuzmin crawls along," said Uncle Moses, pointing with the shears at the employees as they entered, some of them with beards, some of them without, some old and bent, others of middle age who walked in with a certain unwillingness, climbing up the stairs to the upper story, where the workshop was situated. "Look, look at Kuzmin creeping along!--Hey there, you 'greenhorn' Notte! What was it they called him in the old country? Notte Buttermilk.' And as he spoke he stopped one of the workmen, a man of middle age whose eyes were still dim with sleep and whose templelocks were still wet from his morning ablutions. "What makes you crawl so slowly? Do you imagine thia is Kuzmin? Over in Kuzmin they crept along; in America, we run. Hurry up! Understand 1 Lift your feet, you cucumber!' The men at the tables smiled as if to flatter their employer, but they dared not laugh out loud. The "Uncle" raised his glance, his sparse yellowish eyebrows were lost in the flabby folds of his countenance, and as the young men caught sight of Uncle Moses's "bare" eyes staring out of his chubby, wide face, they grew suddenly dumb. "Come over here, young man," called Uncle Moses to a youth whose...