Those were the words of my Aunt Lucy Hart when she was trying to wake my Uncle Tom Lord, her brother, who was also captain of the old hand-tub Neptune. It was located at Lord's Square where the antique shop is now.

My Uncle Tommy Lord owned the farm and land where the St. Joseph's Church is now. And it was his horses that used to haul the engine.

His sister had heard the church bells and probably the old steam whistle on the mill.

This all happened on the night of Jan. 13, 1894. it was blowing a gale and the temperature was 16 degrees below zero.

You could almost read a newspaper in Tom's back yard. The whole of Central Street was afire. It had started in the Red Men's Hall and worked its way in both directions. There was little hope of stopping it.

At the time, the town owned three hand-tubs, the Neptune in Lord's Square (now in Newburyport), the Warren located on Warren Street (now in Pepperell, Mass.), and the Torrent in the Candlewood section (still in Ipswich and housed on Warren Street).

There were also several hose-reels.

There was great rivalry in those days between the different hand-tub companies. Each would see who could get there first. Of course, the old Torrent was the farthest away and when its company could get to a fire first, the other companies were sure to hear about it.

That night the old Torrent was able to get there first, and its captain, old Mute Brown, about this time was the proudest guy of them all. Everything was going fine until they started to pump. The old tub was frozen solid and was unable to pump a stroke. Now old Mute had a vocabulary all his own, which is not printable. But he used it to its fullest. They were good sports after they had cooled down and all joined hands in helping the other tubs. There still was a job to do and they did it.

There was also a line of hose laid to the mill. They had a steam pump and it did great service that night.

Then a call was sent to Salem for a steamer. In those days, there was always a loading platform and flatcar at the railway station for just such an emergency.

It is said that in less than 40 minutes a steamer had arrived from Salem and was pumping water on the f ire.

Hattie Copp, who lived in the house on the bank [still standing) was a school teacher in Boston and did not come home that night. She heard about it the next morning and came home. The clap boards were all charred, but otherwise the house was not damaged.

Yes, it was a wild night and the only thing about the fire that was good was that it kept the firemen from freezing to death. But, of course, if it hadn't been for the fire they would not have been out in the cold.

The next morning, everything from Tyler's Corner (not then named) to Hammett Street lay in ruins. The Masons and the Red Men had lost their homes, and many stores were destroyed.

No one ever knew how it started. But there was one thing it did accomplish.

For several years they had tried to get town water, without success. The farmers up in Linebrook fought it. It was planned to use Bull Brook. But the farmers said if they did use the brook, they would not be able to let their cows out because the cows would drink all of the water in Bull Brook.

That same year, on April 17, there was another big fire—that of the Damon Block. It also burned to the ground.

Those two fires changed the tide. A special town meeting was held and it was voted to install the water system.

And for years cows have been drinking from the brook. But the old brook still flows.

And all that remains is the memory of that wild night of Jan. 13, 1894--the Central Street fire.

—-HAROLD D. BOWEN

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