"Hold up the goddam end," from Steve, boss by common consent.
"A little beef this time!" from a blower. "What the hell's the matter, _sick_?"
We all swear between breaths, and take a grip higher on the rope--the weight cracks the flange again, and makes the bar shiver.
When the new cooler, which resembles more nearly a gigantic flower pot, without any bottom, than anything else, is in place, there's a cry of: "Big Dolly!"
That involves four or five men, lifting a kind of ramrod with a square hammer-end, from the rack, and lugging it to the cooler.
I get near the ramming end this time; Tony is near me on the other side. Together we hold the hammer against the cooler. As the end strikes, the jar goes back through the men's hands.
Arms raise the bar painfully, and hold it poised a little unsteadily, sway back, tense, and drive.
"Hold it, hold it on the cooler, goddam you."
Tony and I had let our arms shake a fraction, and the hammer fell glancing on the cooler's edge.
Seated this time. Arms relax and stretch.
When things are ready, Adolph makes the water connections.
"Hold de goddam shovel, what you t'ink, I burn up."
A cinder-snapper holds a shovel in front of the hole to keep the flame from his hands.
The job's done; the millwrights pick up their tools, and the stove gang moves off leisurely to their cleaning. I hear the superintendent talking with a blower near the sample box.
"They did that in pretty good time," he says.
I used to eat my lunch and kept my clothes in a little brick shanty near Number 4, sharing it with the Italians of the stove gang. Although by the bosses' arrangement it was a mixed gang, Italian and Slav, the mixture did not extend to shanty arrangements, and race lines prevailed. I felt that I should learn low Italian in a few weeks if I continued with this group; the flow of it against my ear drums was incessant and some of it had already forced an entrance. Besides I was learning a great deal about: how to live, what to wear on your head, on your feet, and next your skin; where to get it--good material to resist the blast-furnace, and cheap as well; wisdom in eating and drinking, and saving money, in resting, in working, in getting a job and keeping it.
There was a whole store of industrial _mores_. In some respects the ways of living of these workmen seemed as rooted and traditional as the manners of monarchs, and as wise. I won considerable merit, when I brought in a kersey cap that I got for seventy-five cents, and lost much when I reluctantly admitted the price of my brown suit.