and one of these nigger chasers
that run all over the ground, climbed up the side of the building and
tried to get in his pants pocket.
Mr. Oberman begged Mr. Wright, the postmaster, to cut him down, but Mr.
Wright, who was using both hands and his voice trying to disengage a
package of pin-wheels from the back portion of his coat, which were on
fire and throwing out colored sparks, said he hadn't got time, as he was
going down to the river to take a sitz bath for his health.
The man that keeps the hotel next door to the _News_ office came out with
a pail of water, yelled "fire," and threw the water on Mr. Curt Treat's
head. Mr. Treat was very much vexed, and told the hotel man if he couldn't
tell the difference between an auburn haired young man and a pin-wheel,
he'd better go and hire somebody that could. Friends of Mr. Treat say that
he would be justified in going into the hotel and ordering a bottle of
pop, and then refusing to pay for it, as the water took all the starch out
of his shirt.
Those who saw the explosion say it was one of the most magnificent, yet
awful and terrible sights ever witnessed, and the only wonder is that
somebody was not hurt. What added to the terror of the scene was when they
went to the artesian well to get water to put out the fire and found that
the well had ceased flowing.
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