Sioux City register. [volume] (Sioux City, Iowa) 1858-1871, 1859-08-04
Fire In the Fourth Dist f4ci, by
& French VOluntecR. I .s
Monsieur THE EDITOR - -

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Monsieur THE EDITOR
have to assis, at one Of the very strik.
ing spectacles Of your city-l mean an
incendiary scene. / dispatch myself to
recount to you the details and emotions
which arose in my bosom at the sight.
fwas promenade in Broadway with the
| lovely Therese---whom, in the language OF
o9e your own poets, Ito know u 10 love-
land l hatter myself that we was much
regarded BY the fashionables Of your city.
as much for the chic of my attire, which
was fresh from Rue Richelieu, as for the
tout ensemble Of our aspect TAerese
| wore robe a guile, 6'ue cAanscant; her
caapeau, was Jlue du ciei, drec peries in
clusters. Her bottiaes (ah ! Monsieur
Editor, why you not reform the boots OF
your women ! Your journals beast them-
selves much on the progress Of your c.vi
iization; but your women wear boots OF
brown paper, without substance and with
out shape. You are harbarians as to your
female feet, Monsieur were black, small,
lovely, seductive, appetising, with substan
tial soles, and mounting the ankle modest
! Iy. Altogether, she was mise perfectly
and the young fly ygobblsrs stare mos,
grossly al her; of which ], knowing her
coustancy, can a ford 10 mock myself
Presently we hear cry-"O o 90 oh =
Then came "A-a-aa-ah!'. Then "Ai-a-
atai al !! We stop ourselves, and rema n
ed a, the listening. Thea a bell ring
once, twice, thrice. four times. Somebody
saws II is a fire. Therese sieze herself Of
my arm and cry: My God ! We are
lost y
Reassure ,hyself!' I rcply--"w stall
perish'toSether.' And by W., OF precan
ton, to her slip the arp round the wa's'
and plant myself in d firm attitude.
! Fire Firo = shouted a vile boy, ashe
run pass Us. Tkerese p,lpia,es; iedA.
a monster in red shirt, the face Of him
redder than the shirt, rush pus, a,A roar
Come on, you beggar."
The mustard mounts me tthe nose,
and say to him
Beggar yourself, ioiiSsor
Then to Iherese
"Ange, glory and danT call. | mnst
ave thee. 1t shall r'ef De said THAI
where ,an American Inld go, French,
man shall fear to f,ow. If | see never
more t.1n1~ankntvHss Aa.s..s..s.-,- :.
sAsskA - no 1teA ~
m an SiESs,rs4 <e~s ~ ss~reA nssl y
H. 60 -. pSGsea essnt satsa arssa)
d - j 1,a,.s 4lSsetk Nj taat9 yss1
q 3 d. Ss<sss'akts N .s6se
come ne,tr aud nearer, and now tsee a
revimsf of pompiers (pumpers l suppose
yn, all them) roaring and racing down
II. street, drawing fire engine. n fron,
them run madryith snmpet; who
soar twice, FIVE times, Hr times as loud
as the others When | see them, the al
dor seize me, and ! roar too. cry:
d" Vire Ia Republiqae 4 tas les tyraHs
En- acam,"
was cry these manly words, when
gross brute strike me on the inside of the
leg, ard fall. lift myself necessarily,
and seek my outraeer. He had fly, the
eowaraiy william; but the bumpers were
upon me and the commander he put the
trumpe, to my car, and he roar.
Bear a hand old cock -
|" was just going to say | was no cock,
but an ex miliarie when find myself
enrivoned by bumpers. all running ; and
to save myself from being overrun and
crushed to death, seize the rope. aud run
with the engine. 1t was very agreeable
at first bat after few minutes begin to
lose breath, and say, Easy, my friends,
easy y
"Go aheadr' growled red shirt in the
behind Of me.
Stir up, Johney Carpente-!" say
another shirt.
Hit him lick on the nob!" cry
another shirt.
Kick him in the shins T. gruated
another.
Justly indignant at this proclamation OF
bospi atty to a foreigner, begin to say,
(Which Of you will igh, yourself with
me with pistol
But just then the cap:taine of the en-
eine, brutal fellow, with superhuman
strength, seize me by the collar, tap me I
or timer. with the force Of IA ant, with
his trumpet on the head and back. and
shout Go ahead, or III spill your ID
brains!"
Then Sec that by your laws, if n man
don't run with au engine, his lif. is for
felt to the State say to myself, There's
remember Eugene /! and on go, ready
TO die. #s
Now we are at the fire lis tavern
kept by Mistress O'Flaberty, and il burns
very picturesque. The mistress herself
she stand on the street with her nine
babies, aud she cry, "Och hone. Howy
Virgin let the whisky burn, but save th,
Madairy y
II WAS much astonsh that l was left
alone with the engine, All the red shirts
would disappear, should not come back
A tall man he come to me, aud be say,
/ "Nork away, boys!" 5sft Hsg a
try TO work the engine, but cannot