. Our firemen. A history of the New York fire departments, volunteer and paid ... 650 engravings; 350 biographies. . tham Street. They feared the safety of an old and loved OIK FIUKMKN. mple of tin Lord, says an old c hronicler, and they feared also, if the spireas 0OC6 in flames, with the increasing gale, what would be the terrible consc-iences In the lower part of the city. •What can we do? was the universal question. What in the world cane (lone? was the query m everybodys mouth. The kindling spot could notv reached from the inside of the tall steeple, nor by ladders outside, neithermild th
. Our firemen. A history of the New York fire departments, volunteer and paid ... 650 engravings; 350 biographies. . tham Street. They feared the safety of an old and loved OIK FIUKMKN. mple of tin Lord, says an old c hronicler, and they feared also, if the spireas 0OC6 in flames, with the increasing gale, what would be the terrible consc-iences In the lower part of the city. •What can we do? was the universal question. What in the world cane (lone? was the query m everybodys mouth. The kindling spot could notv reached from the inside of the tall steeple, nor by ladders outside, neithermild the most powerful fire-engine of the day force the water to that loftyright. With the deepest anxiety, tear and trembling all faces were turnedthai direction. At this moment of alarm and dread a sailor appeared on theoof of the church, and very soon he was seen climbing up the steeple, handver hand, by the lightning rod. a rusty, slender piece of iron. The excitementKcame intense, and the perilous undertaking of the daring man was watchedvery moment, as he slowly, grasp by grasp, foot by foot, literally crawled. lUtrnums Museum. gt. Pauls Church. Astor House. PARADE OF THE PI RDY OfARDS, 1843. upwards by means of this slim conductor. Many fears were expressed amongthe immense crowd, watching every inch of his ascent, for there was no restingplace for hands or feet and he must hold on or fall and perish. Should hesucceed in reaching the burning spot how could he possibly extinguish it, as nowater, neither by hose nor bucket, could be sent to his assistance ? At last hepeached the kindling spot. and. firmly grasping the lightning rod with one hand,with the other he removed his tarpaulin hat from his head and by blow afterblow beat out the tire. Shouts of joy and thanks greeted the noble fellow ashe slowly and safely descended to the earth again. Who was the hero? Hewas the father of the Rev. Dr. Hague, pastor of the Baptist Church at thecorner of Thirty-first Street and Madison A
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