Beside a bend in the Smoky Hill River, near Sharon Springs, Kan., a white cow observed one of last week's sunrises, ruminatively as was her wont. But she never finished that morning's cud. At 7 o'clock the ground yawned beneath her with a rumbling roar and she was swallowed up, with a section of her pasture, into the bowels of the earth. That at least was what people thought had happened to the cow.
A farmer's daughter heard the noise, saw a bluish cloud of smoke ascend. An investigating party beheld a hole in the...
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