There they would stick and become chilled if they were not constantly stirred.

The whole charge must be mixed and mixed as it steadily thickens so that it will be uniform throughout.

I am like some frantic baker in the inferno kneading a batch of iron bread for the devil's breakfast.
"It's an outrage that men should have to work like this," a reformer told me.
"They don't have to," I replied.

"Nobody forced me to do this.

I do it because I would rather live in an Iron Age than live in a world of ox-carts.