A tour around New York, and My summer acre; being the recreations of MrFelix Oldboy . in Mose, withhis red shirt, black broadcloth pantaloons tucked intohis boot-tops, his elfin soap-locks hanging over eachear and down his close-shaven cheeks, his tall silk hatperched on one side of his head, and his broadclothcoat hung over his left arm. For his Lize he or-dered pork and beans in the restaurant, and bade thewaiter, Dont yer stop ter count a bean, and to Lize he remarked, as he drove out on the road, Itisnt a graveyard were passin; its mile-stones. Pos-sibly a new generation does not see anyth
A tour around New York, and My summer acre; being the recreations of MrFelix Oldboy . in Mose, withhis red shirt, black broadcloth pantaloons tucked intohis boot-tops, his elfin soap-locks hanging over eachear and down his close-shaven cheeks, his tall silk hatperched on one side of his head, and his broadclothcoat hung over his left arm. For his Lize he or-dered pork and beans in the restaurant, and bade thewaiter, Dont yer stop ter count a bean, and to Lize he remarked, as he drove out on the road, Itisnt a graveyard were passin; its mile-stones. Pos-sibly a new generation does not see anything laugh-able in these traditional jokes, but to the men of thatperiod they stood for living actualities, the dashingheroes of many a fierce battle with the dread forces offire. I honor the old volunteer firemen. When one ofthe battered machines of former days passes by ina public procession I feel like taking off my hat to it,as I always do to the tattered colors that I have fol-lowed on many a fierce field of fight. Ah, whatnights of noise and struggle were those in which the I. A TOUR AROUND NEW YORK 109 engines rattled down pavement or sidewalk, drawn by-scores of willing hands and ushered into action by thehoarse cries of hundreds of cheering voices. Therewas no boys play around the engine when once it be-gan to battle with the flames. Men left their pleasantfiresides to risk their lives for the preservation of thelives and property of others, and they did it withoutbravado, as if it were but one of the ordinary dutiesof their lot. They had their jealousies and their preju-dices, their feuds and their fights of rival organizations,but all met alike on the common ground of self-sac-rifice for the common good. All classes of societywere represented in the ranks of the firemen. The me-chanic and the son of the wealthy merchant Avere in-distinguishable under the volunteers heavy hat, andemulated each other in labors and daring. Collegegraduates drew the silver-mounted carriag
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