PHOTOGRAPHING A CYCLONE. 



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and starting, without his cap, on a dead 

 run for the cabin, some 175 yards dis- 

 tant. When he passed Wanderers', luck 

 was with us, for the entire crowd were sit- 

 ting in front enjoying the evening sun on 

 the mountains. With a rush poor Spider 

 passed, his face wreathed in one of those 

 "just as soon live as die" expressions, 

 clothed in nothing but his raging thoughts 

 and a pair of heavy shoes. Two of the la- 

 dies promptly went into hysterics, the other 

 2 into their tent; while the gentlemen 

 rushed frantically for their guns. It was 

 the sight of a century, and as we rolled 

 and choked with laughter our only regret 

 was that our kodaks were so far away. 

 We consumed 35 minutes in assuring our 



friends that the hurrying figure was a per- 

 fectly sane man, although occasionally a 

 little queer. We then approached camp in 

 a hesitating way, not knowing how many 

 guns awaited our coming. Reaching the 

 door we found the following, which Spider 

 declared a capital pun, pinned on the door: 

 "Clothed for repairs." 



After many knocks, and a lengthy con- 

 sultation with the inside member about 

 gaining admittance, we took 7 different 

 kinds of vows never to speak a word to a 

 soul about what Spider termed "The beast- 

 ly joke." He said naught about writing, 

 and anyway as he is now a Benedict he 

 would forgive even a beastly joke. 



PHOTOGRAPHING A CYCLONE. 



Here is a photograph that displays nerve 

 on the part of the man who made it. 

 Mr. Flint writes me that when he 



made the shot there 

 funnel shaped clouds 

 within 2 miles of him. 



A KANSAS TWISTER. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY L. J FlINf 



were 4 of these 

 in sight, and all 

 It is evident 

 that none of them were 

 headed exactly for him 

 or he would not have 

 been waiting on the 

 house top to get the 

 picture; but even 

 his position could not 

 have been an enviable 

 one. These Kansas 

 twisters do not always 

 follow a straight line. 

 Th cry are as uncertain 

 as a stone thrown by a 

 woman. They are like- 

 ly to hit anything ex- 

 cept the thing they 

 seem to be aimed at. 

 and Mr. Flint may con 

 sider himself mighty 

 lucky that some one 

 of these 4 frisky critters 

 did not change its mind 

 and turn his house 

 wrong side out while he 

 was on the roof. The 

 largest cyclone struck 4 

 miles wesl of Minneap 

 olis, Kas. The photo 

 was taken about 6 

 o'clock in the evening, 

 with an Eastman No. 2 

 Snap Shot comera. 



