儿童英语读物 The Firehouse Mystery CHAPTER 2 Just Like Real Firefighters

Steve, are you a firefighter, too?” Violet asked as they followed him.



“Yes,” he said, wheeling himself through a side door. “I used to be on active duty, until I was injured in an accident. Since then I haven’t been able to walk. So now I work in the office, keeping the records, handling the schedules, taking care of the payroll 1 — that sort of thing.”



The side door led into the garage. “Look at that!” said Benny, staring up at the huge red truck in front of him.



“This is the ladder truck.” Steve pointed 2 to the long ladders on top. “We use it to get up to the tops of buildings to fight fires and help people who might be trapped inside.”



“Is that the pumper?” Henry asked, pointing to a smaller truck.



“Yes,” said Steve. “It’s got a five-hundred-gallon tank of water in it.”



“You use that to fight the fire, right?” Benny asked.



“That’s right, Benny. Believe it or not, those five hundred gallons only last a few minutes,” Steve explained. “We use that to ‘knock down’ the fire when we first arrive on the scene — to put out a small fire or try to get a bigger fire under control. But often we need more water.”



“Is that what fire hydrants are for?” asked Jessie.



“Yes,” Steve said. “When we first arrive at a fire, some of the firefighters go find a hydrant or another source of water. Using long hoses, the water from the hydrant is pumped through this pumper onto the fire. The pumper provides the pressure to make the water go far and fast.”



The Aldens noticed that the door of the pumper was open and a heavy firefighters’ coat hung on it. On the floor below it was a pair of heavy boots already tucked into a pair of heavy pants. It looked as if someone had just stepped out of the clothes and left them there.



Violet was about to ask why when suddenly a loud bell filled the air, and then there was a voice speaking over a loudspeaker. “Smoke reported in the basement of the office building on the corner of Third and Elm.”



Steve quickly guided Grandfather and the children off to the side of the garage. There they were out of the way, but could see what was happening. Several firefighters ran quickly in from the firehouse. In no time they had put on their heavy pants and coats. They grabbed their hats and oxygen masks and climbed onto the ladder truck.



One firefighter ran to the driver’s side of the pumper and took off her sneakers. Now the Aldens realized why the clothes had been left on the floor that way. In one easy step, she stepped into her boots and then pulled up the pants. Next she took the jacket that was hanging on the open door and put it on. She jumped into the truck and put on her hat and oxygen mask, which were already inside on the seat. Another firefighter got in on the other side.



The ladder truck and the pumper pulled out of the garage, their sirens wailing 4.



“They were so fast!” cried Jessie.



“They have to be,” Steve said. “Speed is very important when you’re going to fight a fire.”



“What were those masks for?” asked Benny.



“You mean this?” Steve asked, taking a strange-looking mask out of one of the lockers 5.



Benny nodded.



“This attaches to a tank of oxygen that’s worn on your back,” Steve explained.



“You know, Benny, smoke can be even more dangerous than fire,” Grandfather explained. “It keeps you from getting the oxygen you need to breathe. That’s why firefighters wear those masks.”



Steve put a mask on to show the children.



“You look scary in that,” said Violet. “Like a giant bug 6!”



“Or a creature from outer space,” added Benny.



Steve removed the mask. “Sometimes at a fire, kids are afraid when they see us in all this gear. Then they run away when we’re trying to help them.”



“That’s too bad,” said Jessie.



Steve looked around at the children. “Would you all like to try on some real firefighters’ gear?”



“Sure!” they said in unison 7.



Steve found four sets of jackets and pants and boots. With help from Grandfather, the children put them on.



“I can barely move, this stuff is so heavy,” said Benny.



“It’s made of special fireproof materials,” Steve said. “Imagine wearing all that and running up stairs carrying heavy hoses!” He laughed.



Then Steve handed each of them a hat. “Do you know why the hats are shaped like that?”



The children shook their heads.



“It protects your head, and also allows the water from the hoses to run down the back, instead of into your eyes,” Steve explained.



Wearing the gear, the children ran around the garage, pretending to fight a fire.



“I’ve got the fire hose,” cried Benny, holding an imaginary length of hose.



“I’m going up to the top floor,” called Violet, pretending to climb a ladder.



A few minutes later they saw the fire trucks returning. Everyone moved back against the side of the garage, out of the way.



Grandfather looked at his watch. “They weren’t gone very long,” he commented.



When the firefighter driving the pumper had gotten out and replaced her gear, Steve motioned to her to come over. “What happened, Christine?” he asked.



“Another false alarm,” she responded. Then she looked at the children, still dressed in their big pants, coats, and hats. “But if it had been a real fire, we would have called you all to help!” She grinned.



“What’s a false alarm?” asked Benny.



“It’s when someone calls and says there’s a fire, but there really isn’t one,” Christine explained. “It’s dangerous, because chasing after a false alarm might keep us from helping 8 people who really need us.”



“Who would call in and say there was a fire if there wasn’t?” asked Violet.



“It’s a mystery to me,” Steve answered, his face grim. “I hope we find out before they cause a real problem.”



“We can help you find them,” said Benny. “We’re good at solving mysteries!”



“In the meantime, how about getting up into the fire engine?” suggested Christine.



The children’s faces glowed with delight as Christine helped them climb up into the front seat of the pumper.



“This is great!” said Jessie, holding the steering 9 wheel and looking around.



“Yeah!” said Henry.



“I feel like I’m really going to a fire,” Violet said.



Benny was so excited, he didn’t even say a word.



“Sound the siren, Benny,” Christine said, showing him the button to press. Everyone heard a loud wail 3.



“You look just like real firefighters sitting up there,” said Grandfather.



“Come inside and we’ll show you the rest of the station,” Steve said.



The children climbed down from the truck and took off their gear. Then they followed Steve and Christine inside.



“This is our living room,” Steve said as they passed through a room with large comfortable chairs grouped around a television. A firefighter was sitting watching a basketball game. In the back was a kitchen area with a large dining table, where a couple of firefighters were having lunch. “We’re here around the clock, so when we’re not out at a fire or taking care of the trucks, we cook our meals and watch TV just as you do at home,” Steve explained.



“Looks like nothing’s changed since I was here years ago,” Grandfather said. The children noticed that he was probably right — it looked as if they hadn’t even repainted the walls in a long time. Everything seemed run-down and shabby.



“What are those?” Henry asked, pointing at some tarnished 10 silver cups on a dusty bookcase in the corner.



“Those are trophies 11 the fire department has won over the years. Some of them are over a hundred fifty years old,” Steve explained. Then he picked up a cone-shaped metal object. “Do you know what this is?”



The children shook their heads.



“It’s a very old nozzle for a hose — probably a hundred years old. It’s made of copper,” said Steve. “And these are called speaking trumpets 13.” He took a long silver horn from the shelf and dusted it off. “When we’re fighting a fire, things can get pretty noisy. Nowadays when the chief needs to tell the firefighters what to do, we use hand radios. But a long time ago, fire chiefs used these.” Steve demonstrated, talking through one end of the long silver horn. “Hello!” Steve’s voice echoed loudly through the tube.



“Look at all the beautiful designs engraved 14 on the silver,” Violet said.



“Yes, these are real works of art,” Steve said, replacing the speaking trumpet 12 on the shelf.



“We’ve seen your living room and your kitchen, but where do you sleep?” Benny piped up.



“Upstairs,” Christine said. “Come on up.”



The Aldens followed her up a narrow staircase. It creaked as they walked. At the top were two tiny rooms lined with beds. They looked very crowded. “On the night shift the men sleep in this room and the women in the other,” she explained. “And when the alarm rings, here’s how we get downstairs in a flash.” She led the Aldens to the end of the hallway, where a brass 15 pole attached to the ceiling went down through the floor. A brass railing circled the pole. Christine lifted up the trapdoor around the pole, and the children peered down into the garage below.



“Want to slide down?” Christine asked.



The children nodded eagerly.



Christine showed them how to hold on to the pole with their hands and then wrap their legs around it. Then she, Jessie, and Violet slid down and waited at the bottom.



“I want to go next,” said Benny. Henry helped him onto the pole. “Wheeee! This is fun!” Benny cried as he slid down.



Finally, it was Henry’s turn. “Here I come!” he said.



“I’ll take the stairs!” Grandfather called down.



The pole led the children directly back to the garage.



Benny was just about to ask if they could climb up into the truck again when Mike Reynolds and Janet Lerner appeared.



“I’m sorry, but the only answer is to close this firehouse,” Ms. Lerner said angrily. She turned and walked briskly out.