seizes a crucible, and, with apparent ease, draws it, cherry red, to the surface. Man and glowing jar seem part and parcel, and equally impervious to the fearful heat. Salamander muscles come into graceful play as the melter beheads the sealed crucible, which he tilts slowly until its contents are decanted, amid vivid coruscations, into the mould. In raiment the melter from his waist down is an Esquimau, from his waist up a Hottentot, a Zulu, or anything innocent of clothing. Many professional men of liberal education would gladly earn the salary paid the Pittsburgh steel-melter, but the eye-witness of the latter's ordeal will willingly concede that his salary is being eminently well earned.

In other portions of such an establishment is seen the progress of the cast steel