Boiler Room

Gold, which has a relatively high mass, would drop through the slats of the sluice boxes as the water flowed over them. Around the dredge were a half dozen radiator pipes to keep the water flowing through the machines.

I had to search the shelves a while to find this old logbook. The open page lists changes in stock numbers for Cutler Hammer Coils, and one row says that a new coil was installed on the black larry. The larry is the machine that loads coke ovens.

The rumors were true. Success is sweet.

Look at the floor–do you see the hole? That goes down a lonnnnnng ways.

The ‘working’ part of the furnaces are about a story above ground level, so the catwalks snake above the tree line.

Another perfect Indianan sunset alights like a bird on the tops of the vent houses and tree-packed smokestacks.

Looking out of Kurth Malt a the neighbors–the silos past Electric Steel are those of the Froedert Malt Company, now gone.

I wonder if these windows were bricked after the 1950 explosion with the hopes that, if another silos blew, the people in this office would be better protected.

There’s no way an explorer, much less a choir, could stand here now. Since this picture was taken the roof has collapsed onto the loft.