The iron of Eston has diffused itself all over the world. It furnishes the railways of the world; it runs by Neopolitan and papal dungeons; it startles the bandit in his haunt in Cicilia; it crosses over the plains of Africa; it stretches over the plains of India. It has crept out of the Cleveland Hills where it has slept since Roman days, and now like a strong and invincible serpent, it coils itself around the world.
Sir H.G. Reid