The Third Alarm: A Story of the New York Fire DepartmentFord, James L. (James Lauren)
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The Third Alarm: A Story of the New York Fire Department
Ford, James L. (James Lauren)
Fire fighters -- New York (State) -- New York -- Juvenile fiction; New York (N.Y.). Fire Department -- Juvenile fiction
Meantime, there arose before him what looked like the Eiffel Tower on a
small scale; it was surmounted by a pipe with a curved end, and as he
looked a stream of water burst from the pipe and fell against the wall
of the building. Then the pipe moved slowly until it discharged its
stream directly into an open window, and Bruce saw that it was worked by
means of a lever at its base, and that one of the men from the quarters
was moving it. Not until that moment did he realize that what he saw was
the water-tower which had been swiftly and silently erected and put in
operation. Then other engines with their hose tenders came thundering
down the street, for Mr. Trask had already rung a second alarm in view
of the fact that the fire was likely to prove a dangerous one and
difficult to handle. There was another battalion chief on the ground
also, but although Bruce knew that he was Mr. Trask’s senior in rank and
years of service, he did not assume the command and for two reasons: the
fire lay within the junior chief’s district, and besides the latter had
been the first on the scene of action.
And while all this had been going on about him, Bruce noted everything
that he saw from his seat on the tender, and wished that he, too, might
do his share in the work of fighting the flames. So much had been
accomplished before his eyes that he could hardly believe it possible
that but a very few minutes had elapsed since his arrival on the ground.
A familiar voice greeted him, and looking down he saw Mr. Peter Dewsnap
standing on the sidewalk beside the tender, and wiping the perspiration
from his flushed face.
“So they are going to make a regular fireman of you,” remarked the old
gentleman, pleasantly.
“I hope so,” replied the boy, as he descended from his perch. “This is
the first big blaze I’ve seen since I came to New York. I noticed you
standing beside that ash barrel when I came along.”
“Yes,” replied Mr. Dewsnap, “that’s an old trick of the Volunteer
Department. You see Captain Murphy’s a particular friend of mine, and
when I saw the smoke I knew he would have hard work to get his stream on
first, for the other house is nearer by half a block, so I just grabbed
an ash barrel, dumped the ashes into the street, and clapped it over the
hydrant; that’s the reason that other company passed it, and Murphy’s
men got their connection made first. But I’m afraid this is going to be
a very hot blaze, my boy, and they tell me they haven’t got all the
people out of the building yet.”
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