The Iron Puddler: My Life in the Rolling Mills and What Came of It — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Iron Puddler: My Life in the Rolling Mills and What Came of It
John Stuart Mill · en
Because the landlord had his cows milked at the back door of his hotel
the milk was still warm when it was carried into his kitchen. And so the
steel mills are grouped so closely that a single heat sometimes carries
the steel from the Bessemer hearth through all the near-by machines
until it emerges as a finished product and is loaded on the railroad
cars while it is still warm. It was this saving of labor and fuel that
made American steel the cheapest steel in the world. And that's why the
wages of steel and iron workers in America are the highest in the world.
Father was in the mills getting these good wages, though no puddler was
ever paid for all the work he does, and all of us young Davises were
eager to grow up so that we could learn the trade and get some of that
good money ourselves. My hands itched for labor, and I wanted nothing
better than to be big enough to put a finger in this industry that was
building up America before my very eyes. I have always been a doer and a
builder, it was in my blood and the blood of my tribe, as it is born in
the blood of beavers. When I meet a man who is a loafer and a destroyer,
I know he is alien to me. I fear him and all his breed. The beaver is a
builder and the rat is a destroyer; yet they both belong to the rodent
race. The beaver harvests his food in the summer; he builds a house and
stores that food for the winter. The rat sneaks to the food stores of
others: he eats what he wants and ruins the rest and then runs and hides
in his hole. He lives in the builder's house, but he is not a builder.
He undermines that house; he is a rat.
Some men are by nature beavers, and some are rats; yet they all belong
to the human race. The people that came to this country in the early
days were of the beaver type and they built up America because it was in
their nature to build. Then the rat-people began coming here, to house
under the roof that others built. And they try to undermine and ruin
it because it is in their nature to destroy. They call themselves
anarchists.
A civilization rises when the beaver-men outnumber the rat-men. When the
rat-men get the upper hand the civilization falls. Then the rats turn
and eat one another and that is the end. Beware of breeding rats in
America.
CHAPTER IX. THE SCATTERED FAMILY
For three years after we came to Sharon I went to school, and in my
spare time worked at my shoe shining and other odd jobs. We had bought
feather beds again and our little home was a happy one. By hanging
around the depot spotting traveling men who needed a shine, or their
grips carried, I got acquainted with the telegraph agent. And so I got
the job of telegraph messenger boy.