Democratic Sentinel, Volume 9, Number 27, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 31 July 1885 — Dodging a Cyclone. [ARTICLE]

Dodging a Cyclone.

I heard a noise and ran out to see what it was. I saw at some distance off a heavy black cloud, funnel-shaped and twisted at the bottom like a screw. It seemed whirling with rapidity and was coming through the woods like a wild animal. It was just awful. People began to cry out and run around distracted, and I felt very queer. I saw that big black thing come bouncing along like a great cannon ball and I concluded I was about to fly away on jt and be p.n angel. The cloud did not lie close to the ground, but bounded up and down, jumping clear over the tops of some of the trees and tearing others to pieces. I thought 1 would lie down a while. I selected a spot that was full of mud and water. I don’t know why I chose such * a place, but may be it was because I was in a hurry and did not have time to chose well. It was a soft place, however, and had its attractions at that moment. After I had got myself well settled in the mud I saw the cyclone was giving me the go-by. It passed about 200, yards to my left and tore things up terribly. There was a tree standing there in full view; The cyclone struck it about forty feet from the ground, turned the branches and all around half a dozen times like lightning, and then snatched the whole upper portion into kindling wood and carried it off? It was an awe-inspiring sight, and although I am glad I saw it I don’t want to see it again—not so close, anyhow. ” —Macon Telegraph. An exchange gives a long list of things to be done on Sunday, but curiously enough omits fishing from the number. The editor evidently never was a boy. Mme. Nilsson says that she sometimes gets tired of hearing other people i sing, but never of singing herself.