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Updated: June 24, 2025
Though this was the first time Bert had spoken to his mother about his plan of organizing a fire department in Lakeville, he had been thinking over the matter for some time. Even before the barn burned down he had had the 'notion in his head, and, when he saw the futile efforts of the bucket brigade, he determined to take some action.
Not much! I wouldn't be seen with them whipper-snappers of boys." "Well, those boys are all right, let me tell you. If it hadn't been for Herbert Dare and his crowd, Lakeville wouldn't have a fine fire department to-day, and your shop would be down to the ground. And another thing, insurance is less.
But he was beginning to get out of breath. "We've got a better chance now," he said. "Don't talk," advised Bert. "Save your breath for running, Cole." Which advice the young engineer followed. It was now an even race between the Lakeville, Jamesville and Northville Centre departments. The members of the Weedsport crew were trying to right their engine. "They've got her up!
Didn't we put out the fire at Sim Rockford's, one day, about two years ago?" "Yes, but that was only his henhouse, when his wife put a charcoal fire in it to keep the hens warm so's they'd lay more. That wasn't much of a blaze. Besides, it was in the daytime, and we had the brook to get water from." "Well, the bucket brigade's good enough for Lakeville," declared the butcher.
Appelby, as he walked off. "He's too miserly to want to pay a few dollars extra each year to support a regular fire department. But we'll have to have one some day." That day was nearer than Mr. Appelby supposed. Lakeville was a typical New England village. It was of fair size, and was located on Green Lake, hence the name.
They thanked him for his good wishes, and the lads, having grasped the long rope, set out, dragging the engine after them. They made good time, and soon were on the outskirts of Lakeville. "Now, wait until I light the lamps," said Bert, as it was getting dark. "Then we'll start through the town, singing. Sing for all you're worth!" The boys needed no urging.
It was in a shed, back of the place where the new chemical machine was housed. "Can't you borrow a horse and drive it over?" asked the chief. "No; let's get the fellows over here and pull it back to Lakeville," proposed Bert. "That'll be fun. We'll wake up our old town by parading through it." "That's the idea," agreed the chief. "Your citizens need stirring up, anyhow.
"What's the use of talking? I've seen it do good work." "Well, maybe once in a while. But it can't handle a big fire. We need a regular department, that's what we do." "What, and increase the taxes to pay for it? I guess not much!" exclaimed Mr. Sagger. "I pay too high taxes now. The bucket brigade is good enough." "That's the kind of men that keeps Lakeville from growing," thought Mr.
"That's the way to line 'em out, Ned!" "Go on now! Take another! You can get home!" "Wow! That wins the game! Hurrah for Ned Wilding!" Those were some of the shouts, amid a multitude of others, that came from scores of boyish throats as they watched the baseball game between the Darewell High School and the Lakeville Preparatory Academy.
"But your things are all packed, and you're to go this afternoon," said Mona. "Well, it's morning now; why borrow trouble? Let's have some fun instead." "Yes, let's!" and Mona brightened up. "Let's go on a picnic!" "I hate picnics," said Daisy; "they're no fun. Let's motor over to Lakeville." "I hate Lakeville," said Patty. "Let's have a dress-up party of some kind."
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