Careers of Danger and Daring

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Century Company, 1903 - Hazardous occupations - 419 pages
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Page 190 - Yes; he tried to dodge, but his foot caught somehow, and he got it hard right here." He touched his thigh. "It flattened him out, just over there where that man's making fast the load.
Page 217 - ... flame was roaring up the elevator-shaft, and people on the roof, in their madness, were jumping down to the street. Then some sane citizen went to a fire-box and rang the call, and within ninety seconds Engine 65 was on the ground. And after her came Engines 54 and 21. But there was no making up that lost fifteen minutes. The fire had things in its teeth now, and three, four, five alarms went out in quick succession. Twenty-three engines had their streams on that fire in almost as many minutes....
Page 419 - Well, perhaps these every-day heroes whose lives we have glanced at may give us a bit of their spirit for our own lives, the brave and patient spirit that will keep us unflinchingly at the hard thing (whatever it be) until we have conquered it. And perhaps we too may feel impelled to cultivate so far as we may the habit of courage.
Page 189 - ... water-tanks, its coils of rope, its pile of lumber, and its mascot kitten, curled up there by the ash-box in a workman's coat. They say the bridge has to wait when that kitten wants her dinner, and woe to the man who would treat the little thing unkindly. This traveler, with its gangs, is a sort of gigantic sewing-machine that stitches the bridge together ; it lifts all the parts into place and binds them fast, as it were, with bastingthreads of temporary iron, to hold until the riveters arrive...
Page 227 - ... there is no pain worse than that of fire scorching in upon the quick flesh seared by fire. Here, I think, was a crisis to make a very brave man quail. Bill Brown knew perfectly well why every one was running; there was going to be another explosion in a couple of minutes, maybe sooner, out of this hell in front of him. And the order had come for every man to save himself, and every man had done it except the lads inside. And the question was, Should he run or should he stay and die? It was tolerably...
Page 183 - ... look ! Those points of fire that glow forth here and there and vanish as the eye perceives them, tiny red lights, tiny yellow lights, that flash from far down the iron street and are gone, that flash from all along the iron street and are gone ! What are they ? What strange work is doing here ? It is the riveters driving the endless red-hot bolts that hold the bridge together, driving them with hammers that you work with a trigger, and aim like a fireman's hose, hammers with rubber pipes dragging...
Page 217 - ... was holding a little dog in her arms, and it looked as if she was going to jump. The chief waved to her to stay where she was, and, running toward the truck, motioned it into Forty-sixth Street. Whereupon the tiller-man at his back wheel did a pretty piece of steering, and even as they plunged along, the crew began hoisting the big ladder. Such a thing is never done, for the truck might upset with the swaying ; but every second counted here, and they took the chance. As they drew along the curb,...
Page 187 - There were so many things we wanted to see in this strange region ! And presently we set forth down the iron street, keeping in mind a parting caution of the riveter not to look at our feet, but at the way before us, and never to look down. As we edged ahead cautiously (no skipping along for us, thanks, but pausing often, and holding fast to whatever offered support...
Page 217 - Let us see how Hook and Ladder 21 came. She was the mate of the fire-tower, and the rush of her galloping horses was echoing up the avenue just as Battalion Chief John Binns made out a woman in a seventh-story window on the Forty-sixth Street side, where the fire was raging fiercely. The woman was holding a little dog in her arms, and it looked as if she was going to jump. The chief waved to her to stay where she was, and, running toward the truck, motioned it into Forty-sixth Street. Whereupon the...
Page 217 - Whereupon the tiller-man at his back wheel did a pretty piece of steering, and even as they plunged along, the crew began hoisting the big ladder. Such a thing is never done, for the truck might upset with the swaying ; but every second counted here, and they took the chance. As they drew along the curb, Fireman McDermott sprang up the slowly rising ladder, and two men came behind with scaling-ladders, for they saw that the main ladder would never reach the woman. Five stories is what it did reach,...

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