Erinnerungen an das alte Feuer laddies und Freiwilligen Feuerwehren von New York und Brooklyn. Es yed je so viel, aber wishyou könnte mit mir nach Hause gehen. Irgendwie kann ich nicht tragen youalone zu verlassen! Wenn, nach der Tötung eine beträchtliche Menge Zeit warten forMr. Jäger, Lulu erhielt ein Telegramm von ihrem Vater, sprach hewould bis spät festgehalten werden, ihr Leid. Sie hadnt gegangen homewith Fannie. Aber sie kam zu dem Schluss das Beste für Sie zu tun war herloneliness im Schlaf zu verlieren; es war nicht lange bevor Sie un-bewusst von allem. Wußte sie nicht, wie viele Stunden es war, seit sie zu ihr ging

• Bildanbieter: The Reading Room / Alamy Stock Foto
• Bild-ID: 2AKG4D9
• Dateigröße: 7,2 MB (574,3 KB Komprimierter Download)
• Freigaben (Releases): Model - nein | Eigentum - nein
• Format: 1259 x 1985 px | 21,3 x 33,6 cm | 8,4 x 13,2 inches | 150dpi

Weitere Informationen

Dieses Bild ist ein gemeinfreies Bild. Dies bedeutet, dass entweder das Urheberrecht dafür abgelaufen ist oder der Inhaber des Bildes auf sein Urheberrecht verzichtet hat. Alamy berechnet Ihnen eine Gebühr für den Zugriff auf die hochauflösende Kopie des Bildes.

Dieses Bild kann kleinere Mängel aufweisen, da es sich um ein historisches Bild oder ein Reportagebild handel

Reminiscences of the old fire laddies and volunteer fire departments of New York and Brooklyn. . yed it ever so much, but wishyou could go home with me. Somehow I cant bear to leave youalone ! When, after killing a considerable amount of time waiting forMr. Hunter, Lulu received a telegram from her father, saying hewould be detained till late, she was sorry she hadnt gone homewith Fannie. But she concluded the best thing for her to do was to lose herloneliness in sleep; therefore it wasnt long before she was un-conscious of everything. She didnt know how many hours it was since she went to herroom, before she was awakened by a confused noise in the passage-way, and strange sounds and cries. Lying half awake, she had just made up her mind to ring the belland find out what was the matter, when a peculiar smell startled her. Springing up, she threw a mantle around her and opened thedoor of the dressing-room. It was filled with smoke ! With a wild cry Lulu sprang back, and thrusting her feet in herslippers and snatching up a wrapper, she once more opened thedoor and essayed to enter.. H2 Reminiscences of the Old Fire Laddies. In vain!—the thick smoke choked her, and with a frantic cry forher father, she sank upon her knees with a groan. Only for a moment, for her life was in danger. She next openedthe hall-door cautiously, but was driven back by the hot stifling air.Her window was the only refuge. Throwing it open, she leanedout and looked down. A vast crowd of human beings filled the street below; denseclouds of steam arose from the fire-engines ; policemen were bran-dishing their clubs, men calling and shouting, and the shrill whistleof the engines rose high above all. Over against the sky a vividscarlet flame was reflected, which lit up everything like day. For an instant Lulu looked and comprehended the scene, thenher father !—unconscious perhaps, and alone. She darted to the water-faucet, plunged a towel in the stream, and throwing it over her face, ran bravely

Stockbilder mithilfe von Tags suchen

• bookcentury1800
• bookdecade1880
• bookidldpd63166850
• bookyear1885