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m the other side will deflate his balloon in a second and he'll come down to earth without even a parachute to soften the jolt when he lands。
I learned that blood is not only thicker than water； but it is thicker than curdled milk； and you can't line up a mother against her own child even if he chased the cows until they got so wild they gave strawberry pop instead of milk。 Any argument that goes contrary to human nature has struck a snag before it is started。 A man must come into court with clean hands。 I had started by rotting the other fellow's eggs and he finished by souring my milk。 I wanted justice and I got it； but I didn't recognize it when it landed on me with all four feet。 Chickens come home to roost； and my pigeons had found a nesting…place on my anatomy； and the spot they had chosen was right in the neck。
CHAPTER XIII
SCENE IN A ROLLING MILL
The rolling mill where father worked was Life's Big Circus tent to me； and like a kid escaped from school； eager to get past the tent flap and mingle with the clowns and elephants； I chucked my job sorting nails when I found an opening for a youngster in the rolling mill。 Every puddler has a helper。 Old men have both a helper and a boy。 I got a place with an old man； and so at the age of twelve I was part of the Big Show whose performance is continuous； whose fire…eaters have real flame to contend with； and whose snake…charmers risk their lives in handling great hissing； twisting red…hot serpents of angry iron。
In this mill there is a constant din by day and night。 Patches of white heat glare from the opened furnace doors like the teeth of some great dark； dingy devil grinning across the smoky vapors of the Pit。 Half naked； soot…smeared fellows fight the furnace hearths with hooks； rabbles and paddles。 Their scowling faces are lit with fire； like sailors manning their guns in a night fight when a blazing fire ship is bearing down upon them。 The sweat runs down their backs and arms and glistens in the changing lights。 Brilliant blues and rays of green and bronze come from the coruscating metal； molten yet crystallizing into white…hot frost within the furnace puddle。 Flaming balls of woolly iron are pulled from the oven doors； flung on a two…wheeled serving tray； and rushed sputtering and flamboyant to the hungry mouth of a machine； which rolls them upon its tongue and squeezes them in its jaw like a cow mulling over her cud。 The molten slag runs down red…hot from the jaws of this squeezer and makes a luminous rivulet on the floor like the water from the rubber rollers when a washer…woman wrings out the saturated clothes。 Squeezed dry of its luminous lava； the white…hot sponge is drawn with tongs to the waiting rollerswhirling anvils that beat it into the shape they will。 Everywhere are hurrying men； whirring flywheels； moving levers of steam engines and the drum…like roar of the rolling machines； while here and there the fruits of this toil are seen as three or four fiery serpents shoot forth from different trains of rollers； and are carried away； wrought iron fit for bridging the creek； shoeing the mule and hooping the barrel that brings the farmers apples into town。
〃Life in these mills is a terrible life；〃 the reformers say。 〃Men are ground down to scrap and are thrown out as wreckage。〃 This may be so； but my life was spent in the mills and I failed to discover it。 I went in a stripling and grew into manhood with muscled arms big as a bookkeeper's legs。 The gases； they say； will destroy a man's lungs； but I worked all day in the mills and had wind enough left to toot a clarinet in the band。 I lusted for labor； I worked and I liked it。 And so did my forefathers for generations before me。 It is no job for weaklings； but neither was tree…felling； Indian fighting； road…making and the subduing of a wild continent to the hand of man as was done by the whole tribe of Americans for the sheer joy of conquering the wild。
There is something in man that drives him forward to do the world's work and build bigger for the coming generations； just as there is something in nature that causes new growth to come out of old dirt and new worlds to be continually spawned from the ashes of old played…out suns and stars。 When nature ceases to mold new worlds from the past decay； the universe will wither； and when man loses the urge to build and goes to tearing down； the end of his story is at hand。
A tired Thomas whose wife supported him by running a rooming house once asked me：
〃How many do you 'spose there are in the United States that don't have to work？〃
〃None；〃 I replied； 〃except invalids and cripples。 Every healthy man in this country has to work just the same as he has to breathe。 If you don't want to work it is because you're sick。 I'm a well man； and I've got to be working all the time or I'd go crazy。 I have no more desire to be idle like you than I have a desire to wear women's clothes。 It is contrary to normal nature； and that's why I say that any man that gets that way is a sick man。〃
The fellow was a 〃free thinker；〃 as he called himself。 He was too lazy to shave and his beard was always about two weeks ahead of him。 He was working out a plan for communism in the United States。 He believed that enough work had now been done to supply the race forever。 It was just a question of so evenly dividing the goods that all men instead of a few could loaf the rest of their years。
He had such a tired feeling that he didn't have the ambition of an oyster。 He didn't have enough energy to realize he was all in。 He took it for granted that the whole race was as tired as he was。
He thought he needed one of the Utopias they talk so much about。 What he needed was a dose of castor…oil。 I never knew a communist in my life that was a well man。
CHAPTER XIV
BOILING DOWN THE PIGS
An iron puddler is a 〃pig boiler。〃 The pig boiling must be done at a certain temperature （the pig is iron） just as a farmer butchering hogs must scald the carcasses at a certain temperature。 If the farmer's water is too hot it will set the hair； that is； fix the bristles so they will never come out； if the water is not hot enough it will fail to loosen the bristles。 So the farmer has to be an expert； and when the water in his barrel is just hot enough； he souses the porker in it； holding it in the hot bath the right length of time； then pulling it out and scraping off the hair。 Farmers learned this art by experience long before the days of book farming。
And so the metal 〃pig boiler〃 ages ago learned by experience how to make the proper 〃heat〃 to boil the impurities out of pig… iron； or forge iron； and change it into that finer product； wrought iron。 Pig…iron contains silicon； sulphur and phosphorus； and these impurities make it brittle so that a cast iron teakettle will break at a blow； like a china cup。 Armor of this kind would have been no good for our iron…clad ancestors。 When a knight in iron clothes tried to whip a leather…clad peasant； the peasant could have cracked him with a stone and his clothes would have fallen off like plaster from the ceiling。 So those early iron workers learned to puddle forge iron and make it into wrought iron which is tough and leathery and ca