. Our firemen. A history of the New York fire departments, volunteer and paid ... 650 engravings; 350 biographies. . the pro-cession, receiving the plau-dits of his dear boysas company after companywent by. He passed awaj in 1830, and was accorded one of the largestfunerals ever seen in New York up to that time. Jamieson Cox was a baker, of Pike Street. He joined Engine CompanyNo. 26 in 1813. In 1822 he was appointed assistant engineer, and chief in was an alderman of the Seventh Ward and urged the formation of analarm company, as the sextons could not be depended upon to give notice o
. Our firemen. A history of the New York fire departments, volunteer and paid ... 650 engravings; 350 biographies. . the pro-cession, receiving the plau-dits of his dear boysas company after companywent by. He passed awaj in 1830, and was accorded one of the largestfunerals ever seen in New York up to that time. Jamieson Cox was a baker, of Pike Street. He joined Engine CompanyNo. 26 in 1813. In 1822 he was appointed assistant engineer, and chief in was an alderman of the Seventh Ward and urged the formation of analarm company, as the sextons could not be depended upon to give notice ofa fire. Uzziah Wenman was born January 22, 1T91, in Fulton Street, and died inI860, having lived just long enough to see the introduction of a new belonged to Engine Company No. 39, and in 1815 was elected its 1822 he was appointed assistant engineer and in 1828 Chief Engineer. Hewas elected to the Legislature, and while there had the firemens term ofservice reduced from seven to five years. He was a member of the CrotonAqueduct Commission. He was a brave man, honest in the performance of. CZZIAH WEN MAX. MiififiiiffWIdl (UK KIR K M E N. Ins duties, mid was removed from office (to his credit) because he would not lendhimself t«» the plots of the politicians. (>no of his most notable acts of coolnessand daring was at t he burning of the (ity Hotel on Broadway near Wall St reet,in 1839. The chief was left alone on the roof, which was half burnt through andwas ready to go down at any moment. His escape was entirely cut off, and t hereseemed to he not the slightest hope of saving him. The firemen, it was said, losttheir heads completely, all sorts of contradictory orders were being shouted, andall uas in confusion. Suddenly Wenman stepped to the edge of the roof, andraising his trumpet shouted, Silence below there! and in an instant youcould have heard a pin drop. Then, through the trumpet, he calmly gaveorders to raise a ladder, which only reached half w
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