The Pressure at Which Steel Forgets It Was Stone
Cornelius Van Allen stood at the window of his office on the fifth floor of 44 Wall Street and watched a bay horse collapse in the street below. The animal had been pulling a delivery wagon loaded with iron pipe when its foreleg buckled and it went down hard on the cobblestones, its eyes rolling white. The driver jumped clear and stood over the horse with his cap in his hands while a crowd...
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