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14. THE PRESSES.

Before the press its master stands; a white-hot ingot is put in, the press comes down, and in a moment it is the body of a shell. The master seizes it with his tongs, standing black against the burst of steam; he whirls it round, and two men take it in their tongs and carry it off red hot to the branders.

15. THE URNS: CASTING BIG SHELLS.

In the heart of the big shop the big ladle, full of molten metal, fills the urns; then they are dragged out and carried away to be "bottled."

16. "BOTTLING THE BIG SHELL."

This shop was an old factory where a big press had been set up. The walls had all been whitewashed, and against them the press and the figures told stunningly. The afternoon I saw the bottling - the first time the big shells were bottled - the crane which was to carry them from the furnace to the press was not ready, and the work was done by men, but they made a far finer composition, for in these works it is seldom you see "the man power." The machines do all, and are more human than the men who manage them.

17. MUNITION WORKS.

I have no idea how many of these workscapes I have drawn, etched, lithographed, painted. I am told I should not do so many; I "spoilt the market." But I shall draw them wherever and whenever I find them - or, rather, find that they appeal to me. Whoever criticized an Old Master for his thousands of sketches and drawings? The trouble is that most painters to-day are so lazy or so stupid they do not see and can not do the wonderful things around them and blame and criticize the few artists who can and do.

And how much finer are the lines of chimneys than the lines of trees, while the slowly rising smoke gives the sky a beauty it never had before.

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18. THE SHELL FACTORY.

I have drawn one of the shell factories that have grown up all over the country within the last year. It is wonderful to see these girls planing, grinding, polishing the shells; it fascinates, but is intolerable; it is horrible, when you think that all this is done to kill people. But you must not think; if you do you will go mad. The world is mad to-day.

19. FINISHING SHELLS.

Larger shells being finished.

20. EVENING IN THE MUNITIONS COUNTRY.

As I came back one evening from a hunt on the top of a trolley or tram for subjects, having found nothing, I found this. On one side the near shell factories glowing with blue-white light; on the other the far-away furnaces bathed in fire; in the foreground the quiet canal and the noisy train, the twinkling signals below, and into the calm heavens the smoky incense of war slowly rising.

21. THE BAY OF THE THOUSAND GIRLS.

One of the nine or ten bays and other rooms besides, in this huge factory, the site of which they tell you was fields a few months ago.

There was scarce a man about the place -- only those setting up and adjusting machines.

The women were doing everything, as I have tried to show. And one of the foremen said I showed too much.
 
"Now you've drawered 'em 'uggin' 'emselfs; now I've told 'em they wasn't to 'ug theirselfs, and you've gone and done 'em a-doin' it." "Well, they were," said I.

22. PLANING BIG SHELLS.

This was an old, disused shop, with great brick walls and small skylights and few windows, but it had been taken over as a munition works, the walls whitewashed, and new machinery set up, and

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