| Fighting the Fire | [Frontispiece] |
| The Flying Squadron | [Page 44] |
| The horses are led away to a place of safety | [" 88] |
| The horses gallop madly down the street | [" 102] |
| In the largest cities the firemen find their hardest work | [" 142] |
| The water-tower pours a stream into the upper windows | [" 172] |
| Fire Drill for the Firemen | [" 202] |
| Fire raging through the deserted streets in San Francisco | [" 216] |
FIREBRANDS
BROWNIE'S MISFORTUNE
Polly's cage had just been hung out on the back porch, and she was taking a sun bath. She ruffled up her feathers and spread out her wings and tail.
She knew she was pretty, and as the sun brightened her plumage, she arched her neck, and looked down at herself, saying over and over, "Pretty Polly! Polly! Pretty Polly!"
Then she threw back her head and laughed one of those jolly, contagious chuckles that made everyone laugh with her.