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showed by the indicator. He told me that he was then filling a large
order for traction engines for Australia, and this valve and valve-gear
were the very thing for them. I went back to Manchester happy in the
satisfaction of having accomplished one thing in the engine line at
any rate.
A few weeks after, being in London, I went to Rochester to see
how the new valve-gear was progressing. The first thing I saw was
my valve and valve-gear hanging up in the storeroom. Mr. Aveling
explained to me that he had been advised by engineers, whose
advice by his contract with his financial partner he was obliged to
follow, that the narrow faces on my valve would wear away faster
than the wider faces, and the valve would come to leak, and if he put
it on his engine it would ruin his business. He did not believe it; it
seemed to him absurd, but he was powerless.
This was the nearest approach I ever made myself towards the
introduction of this valve. In 1875 I seemed to have a promising
opening. I received a note from Mr. M. N. Forney, then editor of the
Railway Gazette, calling my attention to this valve and its description
in his “Catechism of the Locomotive,” just published, and stating that
this was the only patented invention in the book.
He added that he had had conferences with Mr. Buchanan,
foreman of the New York Central and Hudson River Railroad repair
shops in New York City, about trying this valve on their locomotives,
and Mr. Buchanan would like to see me.
On my calling, Mr. Buchanan asked me what arrangement I was
willing to make. I replied that they might put the valve on six
locomotives free of royalty. If these valves worked well I would give
them a license on liberal terms. He said he had an express
locomotive then in the shop for which he was making new cylinders;
these were already bored and the valve seats planed, but not yet
trimmed, and in this state there was room to put in these valves,
which he would do; they would be ready in about a fortnight, when
he would send me word, and would be glad to have me go up to
Albany and back on the locomotive and indicate the engines. I have
been waiting for that “word” ever since.
A few days after I met in the street an acquaintance, who asked
me if Mr. Buchanan had agreed to put the Allen valve on an engine. I
replied that he had. Why, said he, Buchanan will no more dare put
that valve on unless Commodore Vanderbilt orders him to, than he
would to cut his head off. He will never persuade the old man to give
that order, and you will never hear of it again; and I never did.
The recollection of another experience with Mr. Aveling has often
amused me. He had an order from the Chatham Dock Yard for a
stationary engine of perhaps 100 horse-power. It was to be
inspected in operation before its acceptance by the government. He
wrote me to come down and bring my indicator and assist him in
exhibiting it running under a friction brake in his shop.
At the hour appointed the inspector appeared, accompanied by
half-a-dozen young officers. He spoke to no one, observed the
engine in operation, took the diagrams from my hand, asked no
question, but proceeded to discourse to his followers on the engine. I
could hardly believe my senses as I listened to the absurdities that
he gravely got off; not a sentence was intelligible. I can see Mr.
Aveling now quietly winking at me, as we stood with respectful
gravity till he had finished, when he turned and marched off without
noticing anybody. This was my only personal encounter with the
English official mind.
CHAPTER XVI
Return to America. Disappointment. My Shop. The Colt Armory Engine designed by Mr. Richards.
Appearance of Mr. Goodfellow. My Surface Plate Work. Formation of a Company.
“Enclosed is a card taken in 1878 with the ‘pantographic’ indicator, for which a silver medal was
awarded me at Paris in that year. The particular indicator with which this card was taken is in the
Museum of the Conservatoire des Arts et Métiers.
“Very sincerely yours,
“C. B. Richards.”
This bold and successful piece of engineering would have made easy the
introduction of these engines in New England.
Professor Charles B. Richards
The second engine had been built by a prominent iron works in New York, from Mr.
Allen’s drawings, for a paint mill in South Brooklyn. Both names I have forgotten. Mr.
Allen took me to see this engine soon after I came home. It had then been running
for a year or more, and had given high satisfaction. Its local influence was found
quite valuable to us. This engine is memorable for the following reason: Ten years
afterwards, while building engines in Newark, I received from Mr. Mathieson,
manager of the National Tube Works in McKeesport, Pa., a letter containing an
invitation to make him a tender for two large Allen engines, the largest I had yet
attempted, and which resulted in my building these engines for him. After they were
successfully running, Mr. Mathieson told me how he came to write me. He said he
was the superintendent of the iron works in New York in which Mr. Allen had this
engine built, and was very much impressed by its advantages, especially after he
saw it in operation; and in planning this mill these engines seemed to be just what he
wanted.
Sectional and Front Elevations of One of the Two Pairs of Porter-Allen Engines in the Colt Armory,
Hartford, Conn.
Porter-Allen Engines in the Colt Armory, Hartford, Conn. Front View
Porter-Allen Engines in the Colt Armory, Hartford, Conn. Rear View
STARTING VALVE
Sectional and Side Elevations of One of the Two Pairs of Porter-Allen Engines in the Colt Armory,
Hartford, Conn.
In preparing for the engine manufacture one of my first aims was the production of
true surface plates for finishing my guide-bars, cross-heads, valves, and seats, and
cylinder and steam-chest joints, all of which I made steam-tight scraped joints
requiring no packing. This was a new departure in steam-engine work in this country.
I fancied myself an expert in the art, but found out that there was one degree at least
that I had not taken. I designed several sizes of surface plates, intended primarily to
fit the guide-bars of the engines, and also straight edges 6 feet in length by 2¹⁄₂
inches wide. These are represented in the accompanying cuts.
A STRAIGHT EDGE
B SECTION ON THE LINE A-B
RIGHT-ANGLE PLATE
SURFACE PLATE
SIDE VIEW END VIEW
I found still working in my governor shop a man named Meyers. He was the best
fitter I ever had; had fitted every governor made in my shop, the little engine or the
parts of it that I took to England, and long before had fitted my stone-cutting machine
in Mr. Banks’ shop. This man I taught all I knew about the art of producing true
planes by the system of scraping, and he produced surface plates and straight edges
that seemed to me quite perfect.
The following incident illustrates the general intelligence on this subject at that time
among skilled workmen in this country. As I was inspecting Mr. Meyers’ first work in
scraping, my foreman came along, and after observing it quite a while remarked, “It
is my opinion you will never make a proper job of that, till you put it on the planer and
take a light cut over it.”
One day, not long after we started, George Goodfellow walked into my shop. He
had come from the Whitworth works, had been foreman there of the upstairs room in
which most of the fine scraping on their tools was done. I had a slight acquaintance
with him, but could not remember having been in his room but once, and then only
for a minute or two. He had become disgusted with Mr. Widdowson and the way
things were going on under his management, and had resigned his position and
emigrated to the United States; found out where I was hiding, I never learned how,
and applied to me for a job, which I was glad to give him. I cannot imagine any
greater contrast than between Mr. Goodfellow and every other man I met in the
Whitworth shops.
I had then on hand two orders for standard surface plates and straight edges, one
from the Colt Armory and one from Pratt & Whitney. Mr. Meyers had just finished
work on these when Mr. Goodfellow appeared. He had not been at work in the shop
but a day or two when he asked me if I had got the cross-wind out of those straight
edges.
I made him the ignorant answer that they were so narrow the matter of cross-wind
had not occurred to me as important, as our planer did very true work. He said
nothing, but pulled a hair out of his head and laid it across a straight edge at its
middle point. He then inverted another straight edge on it and swung this on the hair
as a pivot. It swung in one direction freely, but in the other direction the corners
caught and it was revealed that the surfaces were spirals. I gave him the job of
taking out this twist. He was occupied about two days in making the three
interchangeable straight edges quite true. When finished I tried them with great
satisfaction, the test showing also their absolute freedom from flexure. The first
swing on the hair pivot was in each direction as if the upper straight edge were
hanging in the air. As this was repeated back and forth, I felt the surfaces gradually
approaching each other, the same increasing resistance being felt in each direction
of the swing, and finally they were in complete contact. What became of the hair I
could not find out. This refinement of truth, so easily attained and demonstrated
when we know how, was of course a necessity. I made the engines at that time with
the steam-chest separate from the cylinder; so two long steam joints had to be made
between cylinder, chest, and cover.
I fitted up these standards, both surface plates and straight edges, with their edges
scraped also to true planes and all their angles absolute right angles. For this and
other purposes I made two angle plates, each face 8 inches square, with diagonal
ribs. These were scraped so that when the two were set on a surface plate, either
surface of one would come in complete contact with either surface of the other, and
also when one or the other was set on its edges. This angle plate also is shown.
For our screw-thread work I made a pair of steel 60-degree standards, the truth of
which was demonstrated as follows: The outside gauge being set up on a surface
plate, the inside triangular block set on the surface plate passed through the former
in exact contact, whichever angle was up and whichever side was presented. From
the cylindrical gauges of Smith & Coventry I made flat inside and outside gauges of
steel with faces hardened, reserving the former for reference only. I had wondered
why this was not done in England. Presume they have learned the importance of it
long ago.
We could not advertise—the fact is I was ashamed to; but we had as many orders
as we could take with our very limited means of production. Indeed, we had frequent
applications which called for engines too large for us to consider them. We had some
applications from parties who were short of power, and on measuring their engines
with the indicator always found that we could supply their requirements by putting in
smaller engines. In one case I remember we put in an engine of just one half the
size, and requiring but one quarter the weight of fly-wheel, of the one taken out, and
gave them all the additional power they wanted, and more uniform motion. This
would seem an extravagant statement were not its reasonableness proved by the
experience of makers of high-speed engines generally. Sometimes the indicator
showed ludicrous losses of pressure between boiler and engine.
On account of his familiarity with the requirements of more exact construction, I
made Mr. Goodfellow my foreman after he had been with me a short time, and he
proved to be the very man for the position. He made all my engines in Harlem and
afterwards in Newark, and I was largely indebted to him for my success.
Before the close of our first year Mr. Smith proposed that our business be
transferred to a company, to which he would pay in a little additional money, in
consideration of which, and of his previous advances to the business, he demanded
a controlling interest in the stock. I did not like the idea, but Mr. Hope and Mr. Allen
favored it, and I consented. So the company was incorporated. Mr. Smith was made
its president, and one of his sons was made secretary and treasurer. He transferred
to this son and also to another one qualifying shares of his stock, and both were
added to the board of directors, that making six of us. The admirable way in which
this machinery worked will appear by and by.
Mr. Smith proceeded at once to get out a catalogue and build on the vacant lot a
new business office, of quite respectable size and two stories high, finishing the
second story for Mr. Goodfellow with his family to live in. When this building was
ready Mr. Smith installed himself in the office and busied himself in meddling and
dictating about the business, impressing me with the great advantage of having a
thorough business man at the head of it. If I ventured any word on this subject, I
always received the sneering reply, “What do you know about business?” The
following incident in this connection may amuse the reader as much as it did me. I
may mention in the first place that when, as already stated, he with Mr. Hope
acquired the entire indicator patents, of which he assumed the individual
management and so I always supposed had secured the larger part, the first thing he
did was to repudiate my agreement with Mr. Richards to pay to him 10 per cent. of
the receipts from the patents, this being a verbal agreement (as all the transaction
was), and so Mr. Richards never received another penny.
One morning Mr. Smith came into my office and said, “Do you know that the
license to Elliott Brothers to manufacture the indicators has expired?” I had licensed
them only for seven years, not knowing whether or not they would prove satisfactory
licensees. “Well,” said I, “suppose it has?” “Would you let them go on without a
license?” he demanded; “that shows how much you know about business.” “If it were
my affair,” I replied, “I should not stir it up. I see every reason for letting it alone. It is
the business of the licensee, if he feels unsafe, to apply for the extension of his
license.” With a contemptuous sneer Mr. Smith left me and immediately wrote Elliott
Brothers, reminding them that their license had expired and requesting an answer by
return mail to say if they wanted to renew it.
He received the answer that I knew he would, for what good business man ever
lets such an opening go by him? They said they were just on the point of writing him
that they did not wish to renew unless on very different terms. By the contract they
made with me they paid a royalty of £2 on each indicator sold at retail, and £1 10
shillings on each one sold at wholesale. The selling price was £8 10 shillings. They
made a large profit on extra springs, of which they sold a great number at 10 shillings
each, and which cost them about 2 shillings. They wrote at length on the difficulty of
holding the market against the competition of cheap indicators selling at £4 (which
was just the competition against which the indicator was at first introduced but which
had long before ceased to be serious) and closed by saying that if Mr. Smith would
agree to accept one half the former royalty, they would themselves make a
corresponding reduction in their profits and would be able to put the indicators at a
price that would probably make the business satisfactory. Otherwise they would find
themselves compelled to discontinue the manufacture altogether, which they should
do unless they received an affirmative reply at once. Of course they got the
affirmative reply. Mr. Smith had no alternative. They never reduced the selling price
one penny. They had no competition during the life time of the patent, and their sales
were enormous. The amount of royalties lost during the remaining seven years of the
patent was certainly not less than $35,000.
The following is a story with a moral. The moral is, working to gauges is an
excellent plan, providing the gauges are mixed with brains. No manufacturing system
is perfect that is not fool-proof. If a mistake is possible it is generally made.
A company of English capitalists were spending a good deal of money on the west
coast of South America in building railroads into and over the Andes. One of these
roads was intended to reach a famous silver mine, from which the Spaniards, two or
three hundred years before, had taken large quantities of the precious metal, but
which had long ago been drowned out and abandoned. The railroad was to take up
pumping machinery by which the mine could be cleared of water and to bring down
the ore in car-load lots. For some purpose or other they wanted a stationary engine
in those high altitudes, and their agent in this country ordered one from me. I was
having my fly-wheels and belt drums cast by Mr. Ferguson, whose foundry was on
13th Street, west of Ninth Avenue, some seven miles distant from my shop in
Harlem. He had a wheel-lathe in which I could have them turned and bored, and they
were bored to gauges and shipped direct to their destinations. This time I had two
wheels to be finished, so I sent the gauges with a tag attached to each describing the
wheel it was for, but neglected to go and make a personal inspection of the work.
Some months after I received a bitter letter from South America, complaining that
they found the wheel had been bored half an inch smaller than the shaft, and that
they had to chip off a quarter of an inch all around the hole where the barometer
stood at 17 inches, and physical exertion was something to be avoided. The case
was somewhat relieved by the fact that I always cored out a larger chamber in the
middle of the hub for the purpose of getting rid of a mass of metal which would cause
the hub to cool too slowly, finishing only a length of two inches at each end of the
hub, which was 10 or 12 inches long. As the engine had been paid for on shipment
and ran well when put together, there was no great harm done, but I was sorry for
the poor fellows who had to do the work. Except the one already mentioned in my
first governor pulley, ten or twelve years before, this was the only misfit I can recall in
my whole experience.
Mr. Ferguson told me the best piece-work story I ever heard. He said he had a
contract for making a large number of the bases for the columns of the elevated
railroad; these castings were quite large and complicated. He gave the job to his best
molder, but the man could turn out only one a day. He thought it was slow work and
spoke to him about it, but he protested that was all he could make. Mr. Ferguson
found he could never complete his contract at that rate, and as he was paying the
man three dollars a day, he told him he would pay him three dollars for each perfect
casting and asked him to do his best and see how many he could turn out. The man
employed a boy to help him, and by systematizing his work he turned out six perfect
castings every day and drew his eighteen dollars with supreme indifference. This is a
big story to swallow, but the incident was then recent. I had the story from Mr.
Ferguson himself, and he was a sterling, reliable man, so that there could be no
doubt as to its absolute truth.
CHAPTER XVII
Mr. Allen’s Invention of his Boiler. Exhibition at the Fair of the American Institute in
1870.