FIRE AND WATER.

Cromwell Argus, Volume I, Issue 9, 5 January 1870, Page 7

FIRE AND WATER.

To the Editor of the Cromwell Arous. Sir—Would you oblige me by inserting the following in your next issue, as I am greatly troubled in my mind through a (beam that I had the other night, and wish to warn the publie of Cromwell in time. On the night in question I went to bed about ten o'clock, and must have slept for about three hours, when I began to dream. I thought I vras standing on the bridge, when suddenly a bright glare of light burst before my bewildered gaze, aud on lookincr up—oh ! agony—the whole town of Cromwell appeared to be in a blaze. Visions of waterraces orerflowing with the limpid element flashed before my imaginative mind, and with all spoed I ran towards the town. There was a great mob of people gathered together, and I noticed that prominent amongst the crowd were the Mayor of Cromwell and his Councillors. By this time the fire, which seemed to have started at Smith's bakery, had got as far as the Commercial Hotel. Keeping with the crowd, I could hear and see that a public meeting was being held, and tenders were at once invited for putting out the (Mayor and Council) fire. I asked a person why no exertions were made to keep the fire under. He informed me that there was no water in the race, and that there had been none for the last three days. At this news the rage of the people rose to a great pitch, and certain parties would have been roughly handled had not Sergeant Cassells, like a second Sampson, appeared on the scene. Drawing the Riot Act irom one pocket, and a revolver from the other, he commenced to read the one and fire off the other at the same time, which soon altered the state of affairs. Suddenly with a loud crash the roof of the Town Hall fell in; when, what with the screaming of women and the crying of children ringing in my ears, I awoke, and instead of a blazing Town Hall I saw a couple of cats dancing on the tiles. I sent one of my boots flying at them ; and feeling greatly relieved in my mind, I turned into bed* again, and slept till daylight. —I am, &c, Dreamer. P.S.—Perhaps this dream may como truo.