A HOUSE ON FIRE
I was not long in bed when a bugle-call a wake me with a start. I recognized in it the signal that a fire had broken out in the town. I had never witnessed a fire before, and it did not take me more than a few minuets to dress myself and be in the street trying to find out where it had stated.
There were many like me who, roused by the bugle call, where hurrying towards the scene, and I joined of the surrounding houses, a huge glare. As we approached if, we discoursed that the house on fire was right in the heart of the business quarter. These were shops on the ground floor and is two upper stories were occupied by tenants- an immense crow had gathered to see this sad and terrible spectacle.
From the distant at which I stood I could clearly hear the cracking made by the burning furniture and the explosions of the stores in the shop. It was provisions in their dark uniforms were playing the hose on the flames and also on the upper stories and the adjoining houses to prevent the fire spreading to them.
The fire had started on the first floor and the tongues of flame were beginning to lick the ceiling of the storey. On the topmost storey were a few tenants who did not been able to leave the house before the wooden staircase connecting the ground was cut off. They were all crowded near a window, and from the distance from which I saw them, and in the blaze and smoke, they looked like dark forms huddled together-we shuddered to think of the fate that might be theirs.
To the relief of every beholder of this dreadful spectacle, the fireman put up their tall ladders, and one of them changed up to the window and helped the scared and horror-stricken inmates down one by one. The last of them had hardly landed on the ground when the ceiling came down with a crash. The tongues of flames now nose higher than ever and sparks flew all around. It was a terrible sight, but everyone leaved a sight relief that no human life had been lost.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJYRsmqayFo
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