A few years later he arrived first at a fire in Melville Street and rather than wait for his men ploughed in and dealt with the matter before they arrived. A London fireman visiting the Island witnessed his exploits at another incident at Quarr in 1879 and wrote to the local Press stating that Bucket was 'reckless' and had a 'complete disregard for his own safety'.
Buckett appeared to be totally fearless, even of authority. On Saturday 3 June 1882 he was drilling his men in Lind Street when a disagreement in the Council chamber broke out in to fisticuffs. As the Town Sergeant he was summoned to intervene and in his own inimitable fashion had his men run a length of hose in to the Town Hall, up the stairs to the door of the chamber, which he promptly kicked open and proceeded to hose down the brawling Councillors. More incredible still is that the Councillors didn't fancy challenging the immense character over his actions and nothing more was said.
Then there was the incident of Dr Hasting's cat. The cat had been scooped up and 'rescued' from the pavement by Borough Police Superintendent Hinks while Buckett and his men were in among the smoke and flames of Dr Hasting's 'Lansdowne House' in John Street. In the aftermath Hinks received a medal for 'bravery' from a humane society much to the chagrin of the firemen who'd actually removed the cat to safety. Then Dr Hasting's issued both Superintendent Hinks and Captain Buckett with £5 in appreciation of their efforts. Buckett shared his among his firemen whilst Hinks bought himself a marble clock. The firemen were furious, and no doubt some constables were too. Relations soured between the two organisations, exacerbated by an anonymous letter in the Observer by an unnamed member of the brigade, that thoroughly destroyed Superintendent Hinks' character. It was many years before a cordial relationship between the Fire Brigade and the Borough Police was resolved and to some extent Henry Buckett seemed to enjoy the challenge of affronting the police and continually getting away with it, as was his force of nature.
Being an uncompromising man in a generally uncompromising era, even the Victorian borough was aghast at his comment made at the brigade dinner of 1885 that a major conflagration would be a good thing to 'rid the town of some its shanties'. But again no-one dared question him.
Such a character was he that many local wordsmith's reflected his antics in the subject of poems and stanzas, many of which were published and which if anything, only served to imbue Bucket's own invincibility. Sadly in his fifties his health took a sudden, rapid and colossal downward turn. He was said to have been a shadow of his former immense physicality and he handed over command of the brigade to Charles Langdon in 1889. One writer alleges he wrote his will in chalk on the door of his Town Sergeant's office.
Finally on Wednesday 3 June he passed away at home 32 Surrey Street, Ryde, with Ellen and (at least eight) children around him.
Rest in peace Captain Buckett.