"For an hour before the storm struck with lightning-like swiftness, a desultory thundershower had played about the western horizon. There were jagged flashes of lightning, almost incessant the continuous low rumble of thunder, interspersed with an ominous crackling and a gathering darkness.
"A tense silence, which made people's ears ring, and a sense of oppression heralded the coming of the tornado. There was a dull drumming sound as of innumerable wings being flapped high in the air, and the swirl of black dust about the sky. Then a spiral of loosely woven...
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