I was startled because this was almost the only man except the pumper and the train crews that had been there since I came.
Yet with Yoricks inconsequence, the narrator is led aside and exclaims at the end of this chapter, But where is pumper?
Those who drink the waters, are expected to pay about a guinea per month, besides a gratuity to the pumper.
An hour later, a big broad shouldered Irishman who proved to be the pumper, came ambling along on a railroad velocipede.
A pumper and a hook-and-ladder truck swung around the corner, lurching to a stop.