The molten iron drawn from the blast furnaces runs in glittering rivulets (which, at a distance of twenty or thirty feet, burn the face and the eyes), into ladle cars which are like a string of devils’ soup bowls, mounted on railroad trucks ready to be hauled away by a locomotive and served at a banquet in hell.

That is not what happens to them, however.  The locomotive takes them to another part of the plant, and their contents, still molten, is poured into the mixers.  These are gigantic caldrons as high as houses, which stand in rows in an open-sided steel shed, and the chief purpose of them is to keep the “soup” hot until it is required for the converters—­when it is again poured off into ladle cars and drawn away.

The converters are in still another part of the grounds.  They are huge, pear-shaped retorts, resembling in their action those teakettles which hang on stands and are poured by being tilted.  But a million teakettles could be lost in one converter, and the boiling water from a million teakettles, poured into a converter, would be as one single drop of ice water let fall into a red-hot stove.

In the converters the metalloids—­silicon, manganese, and carbon—­are burned out of the iron under a flaming heat which, by means of high air pressure, is brought to a temperature of about 3400 degrees.  It is the blowing of these converters, and the occasional pouring of them, which throws the Vesuvian glow upon the skies of Birmingham at night.  The heat they give off is beyond description.  Several hundred feet away you feel it smiting viciously upon your face, and the concrete flooring of the huge shed in which they stand is so hot as to burn your feet through the soles of your shoes.

The most elaborate display of fireworks ever devised by Mr. Pain would be but a poor thing compared with the spectacle presented when a converter is poured.  The whole world glows with golden heat, and is filled with an explosion of brilliant sparks, and as the molten metal passes out into the sunlight that light is by contrast so feeble that it seems almost to cast a shadow over the white-hot vats of iron.

Next come the tilting open-hearth furnaces, where the iron is subjected to the action of lime at a very high temperature.  This removes the phosphorus and leaves a bath of commercially pure iron which is then “teemed” into a hundred-ton ladle, wherein it is treated in such a way as to give it the properties required in the finished steel.  What these properties may be, depends, of course, upon the purpose to which the steel is to be put.  Rails, for example, must, above all, resist abrasion, and consequently have a higher carbon content than, say, reinforcing bars for concrete work.  To obtain various qualities in steel are added carbon, ferro-manganese, or ferro-silicon in proportions differing according to requirements.