Berlin itself could not contain this influx.

The newcomers were obliged gypsy fashion to put up as best they could in the neighborhood.

In holes and caves on the heaths and commons, in huts made of brushwood, they bivouacked for months, and these men who lived like prairie dogs in such apparent misery were merry over their houseless, wild existence.

As a matter of fact they experienced no actual want, as there was work for every one who could and would labor.

The rewards were splendid, and the proletariat found that its only possession, viz., the strength of its muscles, was worth more than ever before.