Rollin' home, rollin' home,
Rollin' home across the foam,
The Captain sat without a hat
The whole way rollin' home."

Entertaining themselves in this way as they strolled along, they
were presently arrested by shouts of "Fire! Fire!" and a Fireman
in a large helmet came bolting down the road, pulling a fire hose
behind him.

"Aha!" said Bill. "Now we shall have the awe-inspirin' spectacle
of a fire to entertain us," and, accosting the Fireman, he
demanded to know where the fire was.

"The fact is," said the Fireman, "that owing to the size of this
helmet I can't see where it is; but if you will kindly glance at
the surrounding district, you'll see it about somewhere."

They glanced about and, sure enough, there was a fire burning
in the next field. It was only a cowshed, certainly, but it was
blazing very nicely, and well worth looking at.

"Fire," said Bill, "in the form of a common cowshed, is burnin'
about nor'-nor'-east as the crow flies."

"In that case," said the Fireman, "I invite all present to
bravely assist in putting it out. But," he added impressively,
"if you'll take my advice, you'll shove that Puddin' in this
hollow log and roll a stone agen the end to keep him in, for if he
gets too near the flames he'll be cooked again and have his flavour