CHAPTER XXII. THE BESSEMER PROCESS. —Continued.
One of the earliest and most graphic accounts of a Besse¬ mer " blow " at night was written by our ever-lamented friend, A. L. HoUey, to whom I have before referred. It was pubUshed in the Troy Daily Times in 1865, ^nd quoted by Dr. Rossiter W. Raymond in a memorial address at the Turf Club Theater, of New York City, November i, 1883, at a combined meeting of the American Society of Civil Engineers, the American Society of Mechanical Engineers, and the American Institute of Mining Engineers. In describing the blow, Mr. HoUey said:
" The cavernous room is dark, the air sulphurous, the sounds of suppressed power are melancholy and deep. Half-revealed monsters with piercing eyes crouch in the comers, spectral shapes ever ffit about the waU, and lurid beams of Ught anon flash in your face as some remorseless beast opens its red-hot jaws for its iron ration. Then the melter thrusts a spear between the joints of its armor and a gUstening, yeUow stream spurts out for a moment, and then aU is dark once more. Again and again he stabs it, tiU six tons of its hot and smoking blood ffll a great caldron to the brim. Then the foreman shouts to a thirty-foot giant in the corner, who straightway stretches out his iron arm and gently Uf ts the cauldron away up into the air and turns out the yeUow blood in a lussing, sparkUng stream, which dives into the white-hot jaws of another monster, — a monster as big as an elephant, with a head like a frog, and scaly hide. The foreman shouts again, at which up rises