Bisbee daily review., 1902-09-14
POTTERY: AROUND.
MescaI Pays Visit to the Smelt'

gotiated for a pair of cream-colored overalls. The clerk asked me who he should charge them to. When l gave him my name he said no man with a name like that was ever known to work. and insisted on me producing the American dinero.
 went over to the smeiter. l wore a rusty wash basin over my head to keep the cinders from settling down in my scattered tresses. It was about noon. and l found the boys heating their coffee in a slag pot and broiling steaks on a bar of hot bullion.
 A pot of fresh bullion still simmering looks like hog trough full of custard It looks good, but doesn't feel good. While fooling around l swallowed so muh per cent f1ue dust that my finger nails turned green. l used to think Biddy Doyle ought to arrest that old snub-nose 6 spot of yard engine for disturbance of the peace. but after walking up the grade forgave the old machine, and she can chuff and wheeze all she pleased hereafter
 The first thing l ran into was an endless trolley belt carrying mud pies from the mud mill up to the furnace. They are made of flue dust and mould ed, which comes out of the big inclined stacks running up the hill south of the smelter. The first time the smelter shuts down for repairs intend to rent those stacks. clean them ut.grease the inside and use them for tobosgan slides. There can be no danger of jumping the track. and wagon load of feather beds will be at the bottom to minimize the shock of the hilarious slider
 All the good old ore that escapes being melted in Block 27 is hauled down and dumped into the big Jumbo furnaces. At first it thinks it don't have to melt. but after tangling up with lime and several other congenial neighbors from the Aux settlement, it becomes convivial and resolves itself into matte. then instead of settling up, it settles down, and is drawn of in big iron bucket, big enough to carry Brigham Young and his whole family. Now the great steel crane gets in its fine work. The engineer, who hangs up in a strap iron basket overhead. yanks that bucket of red hot matte into space. He pulls one lever, and she goes Nor by Nor'-Es' He pulls another, and she rises just in time to avoid spilling a half barrel of hot cop per down the back of paisano's neck. He yanks another, and among them all. the big tea pot passes over the train. among trucks and bars and pots and blocks, to where the hollow red eye of the converter awaits it. Then with unerring precision the spout of the. great slop pail is adjusted to the blazing orifice in the converter and is poured as carefully and quietly into the white hot internals of the clay lined sphere, as a snowy capped wait ress would pour cup of tea.
 We never liked to look into fresh ly emptied converter. IL reminds us too vividly of the home. which awaits us if we do not join the Salvation Ar my and change our ways.
 Here the matte is boiled down and skinned of, and when the big round machine is turned over it vomits cop per bullion. which in the near future may lie at the bottom of the Pacific in mighty cable. form kettles for the reduction of the modish cranberry to delectable sauce, or be incorporated into the worm of destruction, through which that progenitor of all bad snakes, American whiskey, flows on it's mission of degredation and ruin. The slag which floats on the matte in the furnace is drawn of into boiler iron tub, called settler, where the minute particles of copper, which had no more manners than to associate with it. get ashamed of themselves sink to the bottom and are saved in the form of SOW"
 The slag is drawn out of the settler
 -r-. txs .,fxr. for Dell Lewis and Col. Herring to play hide and seek in. It is then pulled out to the slag dump on the "Spunk Water and Eastern Bobtail R. R." M A Shapley. Superintendent, loca agent, section boss, etc.; MT. Gala gher. engineer. fireman, brakeman conductor. etc. This is the hardest road I ever tried to beat. I walked along and plead with the conductor the whole length of the system for ride. but il was no go, he was afraid of his job.
 finally got a pass from Superintnd ent Shapley and rode on the tender which consisted of cracked slag pot When they dump those pots one can feel the heat clear down to the Beer Garden, and after night the light can be seen from Naco when reflected against the clouds.
 The power house is a wonder, up right engines, horizontal engines, in clined engines. all working. like z red ant at a picnic. The blowers es pecially are big enough to supply wind for all the lawyers, politicians and Fourth of July orators in Arizona The foundry is a place where the boys get plunks a day for playing in the sand. then spoil it all by flooding theil work with melted iron. I struck the works about twelve o'clock and the boys wre putting red hot 30 minute