Chapter XXIII: Casting Shells

Slowly the ladle moves, carried by the crane man, steered by the workmen, goggled and gloved--I had no time to draw those details. Into each mould it dropped just enough molten metal to make a shell head. And when all the moulds were filled, a man from another shop dropped in--“Say, what youse up to now?” “Me--I’m makin’ shells for the Kaiser.” “What! an’ here?” “Sure”--and as a French Inspector passed--“Ain’t we sending ’em to him as quick as we kin?”