The Fire Horses of Manhattan.
Alameda's days in the city's fire service are over, and to-morrow the auctioneer's requiem of going, going, gone! will be dinned into his ears until his halter strap is passed over to the highest bidder.
Will the new owner appreciate the service he has rendered tor sixteen years in aiding in the rescue of human life and of property from destruction by fire and pat him on the neck and speak cheering words to him and occasionally give him a lump of sugar such as his firemen friends used to do?
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