Most of it was done by Mr. Sagger himself, and the
burden of his cry was that the town must have a regular department,
with a big engine. It was pointed out to him that, without a water
supply, a steam fire engine was out of the question, and then he said
they ought to have another hand engine and some men to run both
machines. He spoke of calling a meeting of the Selectmen to consider
the matter, but nothing came of it. Probably Mr. Sagger figured up
what it would cost, and feared his taxes would be too high. At any
rate, nothing was done, though every time he mentioned the fire in his
shop the butcher declared there ought to be a regular department. He
never said anything about the hundred dollars he had offered for
saving his shop.
Considering that the boys had worked hard at the Sagger blaze, Bert
had no drills for a week. Then they were resumed again, and furnished
plenty of exercise for the young firemen. But, about two weeks after
the butcher shop fire, there came another which gave them almost more
practice than they wanted.
It was shortly after midnight when the alarm came in, for Constable
Stickler was an efficient guardian, in spite of his age, and on one of
his trips to the church tower he had seen a flicker of flame off to
the west.
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