Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1881-10-22

some clothes she had snatched. Urged on
ward we pushed our way around to the
front. The crowd shrieked and made way
for hose-cart coming at gallop and reel
ing off hose as one would unroll a thread of
silk. After it came an engine, the driver
lashing his galloping horses at every
breath, his hat falling unheeded over his
shoulder while somebody swore In yolleys
| as ne yelled at the crowd hating to get out
OF the street. If | had been called upon
| think | could have sworn myself.
failed to give thought or care whether [
was run over or not /, too, was mad like
the people that pressed and pushed on
every hand. On every corner the engines
began to throb and belch, and hook and
ladder company came into view down Mar
ket street, with its men on board. Great
streams played upon the roaring fire, and
| finally the whole front of the building fell
in. The study Of the Fire Department is
an interesting one. There is one woman
connected with its history-Lillie, the
daughter of old DR., Hitchcock, now Mrs
Colt, of LsIkmead, Napa county. There
is not fireman who would not take off his
hat at mention Of her. and the members of
the old Volunteer Knickerbocker No. 5
regard her with great affection. In these
old days there were several volunteer COM
panies- Pennsylvania No. 9. Monumental
No. 6, and SO on and the Knickerboekers
once rescued Miss Hitchcock when she was
child. Thereafter she associated herself
with that company, being conspicuous in
running with the rest when there was a
fire, shouting the signal, etc. One gentle
man laughs indulgently as he tells of her
JUMPING ON A CHAIR
At the theater and shouting, " Fire in the
First Ward on, boys = then Stun
bling ont pell-mell with the rushing fire.
men. Willful and handsome, at one time
she was the pet of all San Francisco and
the especial darling of her company. Not
word was ever whispered against her.
Her marriage was in keeping with her dar-
ing nature she lifted the man she married
to her own station. In their subsequent
separation the sympathy of the people
was with her. Shs is a woman of fair
education and possessed of ready pen,
which she used for = long time in the SER
vice of local paper. At the reunion of
the knickerboekers the other night she
furnished the flowers used to decorate the
table. Another volunteer company was
the Howard, whose engine house was on
the corner of California and Sansome.
They were company of very lively boys,
their foreman being Frank &. Whitney,
not whit behind his companions in liveli-
ness. One night they had
MADE THE HOURS SKIP,
As usual, to pretty new tune, when they
were startled into soberness by Mr.. Whit
ney, who rose and addressed them with
much seriousness, and courage which few
men can command. Here is the matter of
his address Boys, I've drunk enough
and so have you. l intend to quit the
habit We have formed, and l invite you to
join me in the pledge of total abstinence.
We will form temperance association,
and call it the Dashaways, thus signifying
to the whole world that we dash away the
cup" The society started with five men,
bers, but the end was not yet. It's out
come was large and influential temper
anee society, and the building known as
DashawaY Hall. Mr.. Whitney has since been
more than once Chief of the Regular Fire
Department, and he and his name are in
the respect of men. This reminds one of
the bacchanal lines quoted to me the other
day, as being often on the lips of man
very well known, by reputation at least,
to most RECORD UNION readrra. 1t must
be confessed that James McDougall, the
eloquent. was also McDougalI, the con-
vivial. When among his hail fellows-well-
met, his custom was to raise his glass with
laugh and repeat:
When old Bibo went down to the regions below,
Where the Lethean streams Of oblivion flow,
He awoke in the boat and fain would go back,
For his soul was athirst and he wanted some sack.
" Remember said charon, "you were drunk when
you died,
And you know not the pains that to death are
e Row me back" said old Bibo, 81 heed not the
pain,
For if drunk when died let me die once again
Then The man OF genius put his enemy
to his lips ana his jolly companions cheered
the verse as they had cheered it time out
of mind, while each drained his cup in imi-
tation of old Bib0 the drunkard:
KATE HEATH.