DISASTER: Like a Fast Freight

The air lay heavy and oppressive over the flat, treeless prairies of the Texas Panhandle. It was getting on toward supper time. In the little town of White Deer (pop. 500), Stockman H. W. Holmes stood in his front yard, uneasy in the muggy closeness. Suddenly, in the lowering clouds to the west, he saw a black, towering funnel, wavering, twisting, clutching at the earth. There was a deep-toned rumble "like a fast freight train." Said Holmes: "It hit an oncoming freight train just outside of town, and they tell me that...

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