l6o AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF JOHN FRITZ
the monster on its haunches, growling and sfiorting sparks and flame.
" What a conffict of the elements is going on in that vast laboratory! A milUon balls of melted iron, tearing away from the Uquid mass, surging from side to side, and plung¬ ing down again, only to be blown out more hot and angry than before — column upon column of air, squeezed soUd like rods of glass by the power of five hundred horses, piercing and shattering the iron at every point, chasing it up and down, robbing it of its treasures, only to be itself decomposed, and hurled out into the night in roaring blaze.
" As the combustion progresses, the surging mass grows hotter, throwing out splashes of Uquid slag; and the dis¬ charge from its mouth changes from sparks and streaks of red and yellow gas to thick, full, white, howUng, dazzling flame. But such battles cannot last long. In a quarter of an hour the iron is stripped of every combustible aUoy, and hangs out the white flag. The converter is then turned upon its side, the blast shut off, and the recarburizer run in. Then for a moment the war of the elements rages again; the mass bofls and flames with higher intensity, and with a rapidity of chemical reaction, sometimes throwing it A'iolently out of the converter mouth; then all is quiet, and the product is steel, — Uquid, milky steel, that pours out into the ladle from under its roof of slag, smooth, shining, and almost transparent."
In the early Iflstory of the process Mr. HoUey, Captain Hunt, my brother George, and Captain Jones would fre¬ quently come to Bethlehem to talk over our troubles — not high finance, but the difficulties we daily met, which at times seemed almost insuperable. We cUd not meet as diplomats, to find out what each other wanted, without even hinting of anything they wanted, but we met as a band of loving brother engineers trauied by arduous experience,