To understand how naturally this most unexpected dénouement came
about, we must recall what the English people had been accustomed to.
In London fires were rare and trifling. Buildings were low, built of
brick with tile roofs. Open grates afforded the means of cooking and of
warming sufficiently for their climate. Every tenant of a building who
called in the fire department was fined five pounds, which encouraged
careful habits. The apparatus itself was something quite ridiculous.
It consisted of little hand-engines, worked by about a dozen men. On
the side of a corner building occasionally one saw painted a distance
in feet and inches. This meant that by measuring this distance from
this corner out into the street and digging a little into the macadam
pavement, a connection would be found with the water-main. From this
the water was permitted to flow gently into an india-rubber saucer some
6 feet in diameter spread on the ground. Out of this saucer the engine
drew its water for a feeble little stream.
Mr. Lee’s engine, with Worthington duplex pump, was, on its completion,
exhibited before a large company of invited guests, principally
officials of the fire department and prominent engineers. The engine
maintained a vertical column of water, delivered from a much larger
nozzle than had ever before been used in England, and considerably
over 100 feet high. There was also a corresponding column of sparks
from the chimney of the steam-pump. The exhibition was made late
in the afternoon of a short winter day, and before it was over the
coming darkness showed the column of incandescent cinders to the best
advantage. The few Americans there enjoyed this miniature Vesuvius
hugely. The Englishmen were frightened out of their wits. Their
unanimous verdict was that the engine would evidently put out a fire,
half a dozen of them for that matter, but it would kindle twenty.
And this where the engine had been pushed to its utmost, and had not
kindled one fire. Easton, Amos & Sons instantly decided that they could
never sell a steam fire-engine under Mr. Lee’s management, and they
discharged him the next morning.
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