A CityÕs Disgrace.

A City’s Disgrace.

A correspondent sends us the following.

“Many cities in Indiana have little to brag of in the way of Fire Department outfits. One large river town in the extreme southern portion of the State, though having a goodly number of apparatuses to run in connection with their ‘Holly’ water works, and a number of brave fellows to man them, the apparatus and houses are a disgrace to the city and an imposition on the men who are compelled to put up with them.

Tumble down, crazy looking barns are called fire houses, and antiquatedjlooking hurdy-gurdies on wheels, hose carts or “ spools.” In some instances the larger and centrally located houses have no flooring ; the windows are glazed with sundiy articles of clothing ; the doors keep out the wind and weather if the dirt is high enough under them to form a threshold. The ceilings are frescoed with coal smoke and cobwebs. The bunk rooms arc built over the stalls, midway between the floor and the ceiling, and are large enough for two men ; that is, if they leave their boots outside. An attempt is made to warm these houses with an enormous bituminous coal stove, which might benefit those outside as much those inside the building—if the heat could be forced far enough from it. A visit to one of these houses on a cold night impresses one with the idea that he has struck the town poor farm. Hows of high scented tramps of both sexes will be found camping around the fire on the dirt floor. To occupy a chair or bench in the vicinity would be to be eaten alive by vermin. Certainly a no more active and gentlemanly set of officers and men can be found. The Chief Engineers arc men well versed in their duties ; but what can they or any others do with a mean, penurious, and unappreciative government at their backs ? ”


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