A rumour was about on Wednesday of last week that a great fire had taken place at Garnant Road, at the house of Mr. David Jones, which was supposed to have been gutted by fire.

On making inquiries, I found out that a piece of an old blanket had taken fire while Mr. and Mrs. Jones, were out, and that was all that brought such large crowds together through some fussy folk.

On going inside the house I saw a few firefighters with a candle, searching for the fire in the smoke, while others were throwing water towards the smoke as if they were in Dante’s Inferno. But in comes a fireman, and, knowing his duty, trod on the piece of blanket that was burning dead on the floor, surprising all his onlookers with his great deed.

Great praise must be given to our Fire Brigade, under the able command of Captain Thomas, for their prompt attention to duty. After being notified of the fire, it only took them an hour and a half to be on the spot with the fire extinguisher.

Leaving the Surgery, and going to the Lamb Colliery for the hose pipes, &c., a distance of 70 yards, in such a short time breaks all previous records. It was disappointing to find that their great sacrifice had been in vain.

But the old Captain being a glutton for work, noticed Mr. Jones coming towards the house, and went to meet him. He told him to go and meet Mrs. Jones, so that he could break the news of the terrible fire to her, in case the shock might be too much for her if told by someone else.

Mr. Jones, being a willing husband, did as he was told, only to be laughed at by Mrs. Jones, who then remembered that she left a piece of blanket on the hob after ironing some clothes, and, as she said, it was only a handful, and could never do much damage.

The above are the facts of the greatly magnified fire of Garnant.