Le reminiscenze del vecchio fire laddies e volontario dei vigili del fuoco di New York e Brooklyn. . Si trova. Ricordo che il vecchio edificio, ha detto, asdistinctly come faccio l'occasione di un memorabile run ho avuto una volta per ardente. Stavo andando lungo la strada del centro al momento e aveva justpassed da dove Joe Keller ha mantenuto le sue House of Lords, quando whoshould venite a lungo su una doppia rapida ma Matt Brennan con un jum-per. Dice: caduta in Giovanni ! Ed egli lo chiamò a me. Ho hadnothing fare ma rientrano in, e ho saltato in a capo della corda. Wewent lungo battenti ; il laddies che era attesa ha cominciato a cadere comingup il

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Reminiscences of the old fire laddies and volunteer fire departments of New York and Brooklyn. . located. I recall the old building, said he, asdistinctly as I do the occasion of a memorable run I had once to afire. I was going along Centre Street at the time, and had justpassed by where Joe Keller kept his House of Lords, when whoshould come along on a double quick but Matt Brennan with a jum-per. Says he: Fall in, John ! and he beckoned to me. I hadnothing to do but fall in, and I jumped in at the head of the rope. Wewent along flying ; the laddies who had hold began to fall off comingup the hill; this gave me the slack of about twenty feet of rope tohold up, which was rather rough. I began to show signs of givingup — Matt saw it — we were about to pass another cart, or another cart was about to pass us — he gave a shout, Hold on, John !one dash more, if it kills you ! And we went it with a rush to DeyStreet, where we stopped. Matt was as fresh as a rose, but I wascompletely done up, having been taken with a sudden attack of colic, from the effects of which I nearly died.. Scene at Election for Chief Engineer at Firemens Hall. 138 Reminiscences of the Old Fire Laddies. In my time, though, I was a pretty fair fireman, if I do say it myself.Boss Gulick, Ned Hoffmire, or Cornell Anderson, if they were alive, andwere asked what kind of a fireman I was, would set me down as one:of the king pins of the Mosquito fleet. And if anybody wanted moreproof, I could just open a few roll-cases of olden time, and call outthe names of Carlisle, Norwood, Doc. Parkhurst, Bill Baker, AbePurdy, Owen and Matt Brennan, and Hen Venn. The old chief talks with pride of the boys who formerly ran withhim to fires and who have since attained prominence, both sociallyand financially. There is one old laddie — now a member of thepresent Department, and who as a boy carried a torch for 14engine when the chief was its foreman—of whom the old man de-lights to talk. One of the stories told

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• bookcentury1800
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• bookyear1885