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back at the turn of the century into the 1900s, there was fire station number one located between the train station and the courthouse in the city of Los Angeles. And there was a horse named Blackie, and he was one of their best. The firemen trained the horses to get excited to get to a fire and put it out. They pointed to the horizon with smoke are said, you ready to go buddy--come on here we go. Blackie served fire house number one for many years, and then was put out to pasture in the Griffith Hills. Out at pasture for a few years, then came a day where there was a fire a couple of canyons over from where Blackie was. He jumped the fence and ran to the fire, looking for his firefighters, and ended up dying from smoke inhalation. Galloping to and fro for the crew. The historian at the museum thought it was a sad story, and sometimes unless a group of children or visitors asked, he wouldn't mention Blackies' end. But it is a beautiful ending, it's the animal kingdom showing humans the beauty of purpose.