Oh,
ho! ho! ho! hee! hee! didn't I tell you it would be fun? See it
run out of his sleeves . . . . I always get to coughing when I laugh
as hard as that. Oh, dear me! Makes the tears come.
These are the fellows from Luxora. Oh, the clumsy things! Let
the ladder get away from them, and it fell and hit that man in the
second row right on the head. Hope it didn't hurt him much. See
'em scurry with the water buckets. Aw, get a move on! Get a move!
Why, what makes them so slow? "Water, water!" Well, I should think
as much. Not for themselves though. Those fellows at the bottom
of the ladder are catching it, aren't they? Oh, pshaw, they don't
mind it. They get it worse than that at a real fire when they aren't
half so well fixed for it. Why, is there no bottom to that barrel
at all? Why, look! . . . Say, the judge forgot to close the valve.
There's a hose connected with the bottom of the barrel to run the
water off after each trial and he's forgotten to - . . . Well,
isn't that too bad! All that work for nothing. I suppose they'll
let them try it over again . . . . That man must have got a pretty
hard rap. They're carrying him out. His head's all bloody . . . .
Wapatomicas, I guess. Yes, Wapatomicas. I hope the valve's closed
this time. Whope! did you see that? One fellow got hit with a
water bucket and it was about half-full.
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