g8 AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF JOHN FRITZ
we used as a battering ram and when the pile did not split open too much we would use the buggy to force the piece into the rolls so as to save the time and labor of turning the piece end about, but there were many piles that in the first or second pass would split or that would get too cold to roll and had to go in the furnace again. All this caused much delay, and the amount of patcliing of flanges that had to be done made me seasick, but the greater the diffi¬ culty the more determined I was to fight it out, as I could see in my bed at night, when I should have been asleep, visions of a three-Mgh rail miU, but in the distance. Yet I had faith that it would come, and I was certain in my own mind that it would be a great success, and that Cambria was destined to be the greatest rail plant in the world. But the road that had to be trodden was long, hard, rough, and dreary, and besides was beset with great danger. But, to use a lawyer's phrase, the Cambria Company was my cUent, and no lawyer ever worked harder for Ms cUent than I did for mine, both mentaUy and physically. I knew no hours day or mght, except time to eat, and but Uttle to sleep, and that irregularly.
TMs was the time that my all-round practical experience, which I worked so hard for and made so many sacrifices to obtain, came into use, and, coupled with courage and a spirit that bears it company, I felt able to meet any con¬ tingency that might arise. I did not have long to wait for an opportunity to put my mental, physical, and courageous qualities all to test. The puddle-miU engine flywheel was tiiirty feet in diameter, with a fourteen-inch-square rim; the segments were held together by double-headed T-bolts, wMch had been put so close to the end of the segment that the metal puUed off and the tees and the end of a segment went across the mill. Fortunately, no one was hurt.
The miU was stopped at once and made safe. The