The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1910-08-24

hotel TO enjoy the scene. When seen
| it was Mrs Simpsons house I gave
forth a kind of yell, and was there
| in two minutes.
The whole lower story Of the yellow
house was in danes. and every mascu-
line. feminine and canine in Rosa was
there. screeching and barking and get
! ting in the way of the firemen. saw
Idaho trying to get away from six fire.
men who were holding him. They was
telling him the whole place was on
fire downstairs and no man could 20
In 1t and come out again.
where's Mrs. Sampson asks.
"She hasn't been seen," says one Of
the firemen. ''She sleeps upstairs.
We've tried to get in. but we can't.
and our company hasn't got any lad
ders yet"
/ runs around to the light of the big
blaze and pulls the handbook out of
my inside pocket. | kind of laughed
when | felt it in my hands-I reckon
was some daffy with the sensation Of
excitement.
/ ", L
tipped over the pages, you amt ever
lied to me yet, and you amt ever
throwed me down at a scratch yet.
Tell me what, old boy, tell me whatP'
says /.
| turned to What to do in case Of
accidents" on page lit. l run my
finger down the page and struck it.
Good old Herkimer-he never over
looked anything! 1t said:
Suffocation From Inhaling Smoke or
Gas-There is nothing better than flax
seed. Place a few seed in the outer cor
ner of the eye.
showed the handbook back in my
pocket and grabbed boy that was
| running by.
Here" says |, giving him some
money, run to the drug store and
bring dollars worth of faxseed.
Hurry and you'll get another one for
yourself. Now" l sings out to the
crowd, ''we'll have Mrs. SampsonP'
! And throws away my coat and hat
Four of the fremen and citizens
grabs hold Of me. It's sure death.
they say, to go in the house, for the
floors was beginning to fall through.
How in blazes," sings out, kind
Of laughing yet, but not feeling like
it, do you expect me to put fiaxseed
in a eye without the eye?"
l jabbed each elbow in a freman's
face, kicked the bark off of one citi-
zen's shin and tripped the other one
! with side hold. And then l busted
into the house Ii | die first I'll write
you a letter and tell you if it's any
worse down there than the inside Of
that yellow house was, but don't be-
lieve it yet. l was a heap more
cooked than the hurry up orders of
broiled chicken that you get in res
taurants. The fire and smoke had me
down on the floor twice and was
about to shame Herkimer, but the fire.
men helped me with their little stream
Of water. and got to Mrs. Simpsons
room. She'd lost conscientiousness
from the smoke. so wrapped her in
the bedclothes and got her on my
shoulder. Well. the floors wasn't as
bad as they said or never could have
done it-not by no means.
| | carried her out fifty yards from
the house and laid her on the grass
Then, of course. every one of them
other twenty-five plaintiffs to the
lady's hand crowded around with tin
| clippers of water ready to save her
And up runs the boy with the f1axseed
| unwrapped the covers from Mrs
SIMPSONS head. She opened her eyes
and says:
as that you. Mr.. PrattY'
''S-s-sh." says l. Don't talk till
you've had the remedy"
runs my arm around her neck and
raises her head. gentle. and breaks
the bag of faxseed with the other
hand, and as easy as could l bends
over and slips three or four of the
seeds in the outer corner of her eye.
| Up gallops the village doc by this
time and snorts around and grabs at
Mrs. Simpsons pulse and wants to
know what mean by any such sand
blasted nonsense.
well, old Jalap and Jerusalem oak
seed" says l. I'm no regular practi-
toner. but I'll show you my authority.
anyway"
They fetched my coat. and gets out
the handbook.
Look on page IT." says I. "at the
remedy for suffocation by smoke or
! gas. Flaxseed in the outer corner of
the eye, 1t says. | don't know whether
1t works as a smoke consumer or
whether 1t hikes the compound CASTRO
hippopotamus nerve into action, but
Herkimer says it. and he was called
4 to the case first. If you want to make
1t consultation there's no objection"
Old doc takes the book and looks at
it by means of his specs and fire.
mans lantern.
'sWell. Mr. Pratt" says he, "you
evidently got on the wrong line in
reading your diagnosis. The recipe for
suffocation says. Get the patient into