The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-08-27

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other Things That Are Un'"n'ne'
..les II. Hill, the artist, writing
ont the New York fire department.
s us s. Nicholas. tells about Peter
iof Firemap," smart dog that
spO 70 one of the engine companies.
pslOI g;ll saws, quoting the words of the
| fremen; oda aftar ,ett;rc
No didn't 20 with us, and we were
irondering when we were rolling home
w up we would find him in the en-
hopse ON our return or whether he
sns turned out with us and we had
,"", him ON the way to the fire, for
iOs not overparticular in taking no.
W. ~ things around us when we are
W. "",,;no ont when an alarm of fire comes
q The first idea is to get out, and that
as ouickly as possible, and as we had
III BECOME interested in Peter we were
"nv;ous TO see whether he had deserted
- or not. but when we opened the door
- tho house out he came bounding,
;rmning up at all Of us, and barking
Swav as much as to say: We'll, did you
mt ont the fire? Sorry l wasn't with
r r or something like that, for to me
10 Is SO smart that l think he is trying
80 talk all the time in his own way.
"And now-well, bless you, sir, he's
the first one out of the house. The in-
slant the gong begins to ring he takes
his position right there under the front
truck of the engine. and there he stands.
Ewes wide open, ears up and tail stick
inc right straight out, he watches me.
| The moment / start for the seat he's
off like a shot for the end of the pole
between the horses, barking like mad,
for he knows we are going out, or |
wouldn't jump for the seat. When the
doors open, out he goes like bullet out
| If a gun. and if there is any one pass
ing or standing outside he clears them
| away in short order, and there's very
| little danger of running over any one
| as long as we have him ahead of us, for
he clears the way better than two or
| three men could. On he keeps, all the
| way to the fire, and half block or
| more in front of the engine.
And now let me tell you how smart
he is, for no matter how rough tne
street may be, no matter how dirty,
muddy or slushy it is, nor how the
stones may hurt his feet, on he goes,
and never leaves it. but when we are
coming home, bless your life, the street
/ isn't good enough for him, and you
| can't get him into it no matter how
| You may coax. No, sir. He takes the
| sidewalk back and walks along as quiet
and dignified as can be, scarcely ever
noticing any other dog on his way, for
| think he feels that he is much more
| important than they are, and that they
| are not in his class at all. And he won t
stop when we get to the fire, but he
| follows us right into the building, down
q basement, or up a ladder-ah, now
see you are laughing and don't believe
what am telling you, but 1T is fact.
| He can climb ladder with the best Of
US, providing it amt too high one,
and he follows us right in with the line,
but he can't come down u ladder. He
hasn't the knack of that yet, and that's
where the trouble comes in. Many's the
time we've gone up and brought him
out overcome with smoke, and, carrying
him down. laid him in the wagon to get
over it.
"And many's the time the chief has
said to us, Some of you fellows will be
losing your lives yet with that dog.
But, pshaw, sir, we would as soon think
of leaving one Of the company behind
as leaving Peter, for he is one OF the
company, although he's only dog.
And he's taken his dose with the
best Of us. Got full Of smoke lots or
times and soaked with water over ana
over again. Came home one night with
his tail frozen stiff. Got drenched at
cellar fire, and as it was bitter cola
night it froze on him OH his way back
He was on the sick list for long while
after that, and we had him tied up III
the cellar near the furnace. thawlng out
and all done up in bandages but he
came out all right. Then we knocked
him out of window one night win a
line. He was standing on the Sill, ana
we were making quick movement 10
get from one room TO another. Ihere
was good pressure on and we had u
heavy stream to handle, and just as we
made quick turn to get belt at an
other room that was blazing up lively
we hit Peter. standing on the window
sill, square with the stream Out ne
went sailing clear into the middle OF
the street, just as if he'd been shot from
cannon. We thought he was done for
that time sure, but when we packed
out, about 90 minutes after, there ne
was, little lame, but nearly as llveIy
as ever. There was considerable snow
in the street, and that saved him.
And burns? Well, say, his back Is
oil tattooed from the burns he's caught,
What with falling plaster and bits OF
burning wood he is all covered with
bare places where the hair Will never
grow again, but those are service marks,
and, / tell you. he's veteran and prouo
of them. ="
BuffaIo Bill's Scars.