enoch’s misgivings notwithstanding, the partnership of gib & breakspeare was very successful. this was owing partly to the ripeness of the opportunity and perhaps even more to the sagacity with which enoch allotted to aaron the tasks that were suited to his temperament. they put in equal amounts of capital and pooled their ore and coal lands on a royalty basis. enoch was the dominant partner by right of knowledge and force of doggedness. he had studied the business. he took the manufacturing end and spent the whole of his time in new damascus. aaron took the selling end and made all the outside contacts.
it was easy to open the mines. that kind of work was already well understood in pennsylvania.
building a blast furnace was much more of an undertaking. it was in fact a daring adventure. older and wiser heads had left it to the foolhardiness of youth.
hitherto iron had been produced in this country, as elsewhere in the world, by primitive methods. ore was wastefully smelted in rude charcoal furnaces unimproved in design since the middle ages. the process was of great antiquity. it was uniform in india at the time of alexander’s invasion. its origin even then was[29] lost in myth. tubal cain, “an instructor of every artificer in brass and iron,” was master of it in the city of his distinguished ancestor, cain, which was in the land of nod.
between the old iron master of the himalayas, 1,500 years before christ, with his little clay oven resembling an overturned pot, urging the fire with a bellows clasped in his arms—(a bellows made from the skin of a goat stripped from the animal without ripping the belly part, then tied at the leg holes, fitted with a wooden nozzle at the neck and stopped with an air valve in the tail orifice)—the difference between him and the iron master if the early 19th century was only that the latter had learned to build his forge of rude masonry and to make nature blow his fire.
the prize in both cases was a nugget of glowing iron, the most useful non-digestible substance yet discovered by man. it is tenacious, ductile, easily tempered, malleable at red heat, marriageable at white heat and possesses one miraculous quality. it is magnetic. it calls electricity out of the void, snares it, delivers it helpless into the hands of man. without this blackhearted substance, fallen from the sun, natively pure only in form of a meteorite, lightning could not have been captured and enslaved on earth.
the glowing nugget on the forge hearth, called the loup or bloom, is in a crystalline condition. it is removed and further refined by hammering, drawing and rolling at red heat. it may be hammered by hand on an anvil, or beaten under a trip-hammer, or rolled[30] between rollers. the effect of this treatment is to elongate the crystals into tough fibres.
a blast furnace differs from a forge not in principle so much as in audacity, method and degree. the forge pricks nature and extracts iron one molten drop at a time. the blast furnace cuts a gash in her side and extracts iron in a blazing stream.
there were blast furnaces before those of gib and breakspeare, in england, germany and france, but they were few and still in the stage of wonder. they were very costly to build, many failed for unknown reasons, and the conservative old iron masters stuck to the forge. nowhere had a blast furnace been worked with anthracite or stone coal. all that had so far succeeded used wood, charcoal, bituminous coal and coke. the fuel at new damascus was anthracite.
so it was in all respects a rash experiment and in one respect unique. the partners were sure of the theory. the thing was scientifically feasible. yet in practice it might fail for want of handiness with a strange process or because of some malicious chemical enemy lurking in the elements to be acted upon. and failures in iron experiments are ruinous. nothing ever can be saved and the capital outlay will have been enormous.
the skill to build such a blast furnace as they required was not only dear and hard to find: when found it was pessimistic and disbelieving and disclaimed all responsibility for the outcome because it was something that had never been done before. expert iron workers[31] to man the process were of the same grey mindedness about it.
these iron workers had to be imported from england under guarantees and inveiglements. nearly all the new iron working methods of that time originated in england and were as jealously guarded as military secrets. the rise of american industry against european competition was greatly hampered by lack of industrial knowledge. europe would not part with it, or share it, since to possess it exclusively gave her manufacturers a world-wide advantage. so it had to be obtained surreptitiously. much of it was smuggled out in the heads of english, scotch and welsh artisans who could be bribed to evade the embargo upon the emigration of skilled workmen and try their luck in the united states.
while enoch worked indefatigably at new damascus, tapping the mountains and preparing the mule roads by which to drain away their coal and ore and limestone, aaron was abroad impressing the skill that should convert those raw materials into iron.
two years from the time they started, one evening, the first miniature volcano went into action.
that precisely is what a blast furnace is. the hollow, cylindrical furnace is the mountain cone, charged from the top with fuel, iron ore and limestone flux. the mass is fired at the bottom. the gases go off at the top in flame and smoke, an upside-down cataract of lost affinities, giddy, voluptuous, hungry and free. an odd circumstance has released them from the cold[32] inert embrace in which they have lain for ages of years. cinders and gross matter flow away below as lava. the iron, seeking itself, falls like rain into the hearth at the bottom and runs out on the sand, forming there a molten lake. around the edges of this lake, taking off from it, is a series of moulded depressions. the lake drains into these depressions. they suck it dry. ironworkers call the lake the sow. the forms that appear in the depressions, having devoured the sow completely, are called the pigs. the product is pig iron,—a lump of rough metal the size of a man’s thigh.
after the fire is lighted at the bottom there is nothing to do for several hours but wait. in this interval the partners went to supper at enoch’s house. they ate in silence. aaron made several ineffectual attempts at conversation. their thoughts were far apart. one was thinking of details, of faults to be remedied, of errors in the next instance to be avoided; the other dwelt upon the achievement as a dramatic whole. enoch was anxious to get back.
at a point from which the blast furnace was visible as a complete spectacle aaron stopped and seized him by the arm.
“take a look at it, man. there’s plenty of time for that.”
a blast furnace even then was what a blast furnace is,—the most audacious affront man has yet put upon nature. he decoys the elemental forces and gives them handy nicknames. though he cannot tame them, he[33] may control them through knowledge of their weaknesses. he learns their immutable habits. from the omnipotent craftsman he steals the true process. in the scale of his own strength he reproduces in a furnace the conditions under which the earth was made, and extracts from the uproar a lump of iron.
by the very majesty of the effects he conjures up he is himself absurdly diminished, to the point of becoming incredible. as you look at him he is neither impressive nor august. perhaps if one had witnessed the creation the appalling effects in the same way would have seemed much more wonderful than the creator. in his old clothes, anxious, preoccupied, intent upon results, he probably had been very disappointing to the eye.
from where he stood, detaining enoch against his mood, aaron could see the workers moving about the furnace hearth,—tiny, impish figures, grotesquely insignificant, scornfully manipulating the elemental intensities. the surrounding slopes were lined with people, their faces reflecting a dull, lurid glow; and there was an ominous, swooning vibration in the air.
“admit it, enoch,” he said, “you get a thrill from that.”
“i want to get back,” said enoch.
they remained at the furnace the whole of that night and handled the first cold pig iron.
“it’s good,” said enoch.
it was a fine quality of pig iron. the demand for it was immediate and profitable. furnaces were added[34] one or two at a time until there were eight. pig iron was for some time the sole product. the mill to draw and roll the iron came later.
in five years the population of new damascus trebled. the mines, the blast furnaces and later the drawing mill,—the first in this country to pass iron through rollers,—employed thousands of workers. their wants made business. the town was rebuilt. that made more business. enoch on his own venture built houses for the iron workers and opened a large company store.
there was a third reason why the partnership, to everyone’s surprise, was successful as a relationship between two antagonistic natures.
aaron had all the popularity still. the social life of new damascus centered upon him. the woolwine mansion where he lived in bachelor eminence was full of entertainment and gaiety. his hospitality was memorable. guests came from afar, from pittsburgh, philadelphia and new york, to attend his parties.
enoch continued to live morosely in the old iron-stone house below. the contrast was notable, even painful, but if enoch minded at all there were compensations. within the partnership and outside of it his power increased. there was never any doubt as to which of them exercised ultimate authority in matters of business. when it came to borrowing capital, as they did to build the mill, it was enoch’s word that persuaded the lenders. he made a sound they understood,—a crunching, horizontal sound that was not[35] in aaron at all. the instinct that preferred aaron in friendship and the instinct that preferred enoch in business could exist, and did, in the same people. enoch was preferred where his vanity was. people feared and trusted him. that kept the scales even.
