¶ One day last week a black cloud rolled in from Lake Erie toward Conneaut, Ohio, dropped from its belly a thin, whirling column which touched the dark water, churned up a fountain of spray. This towering waterspout, more than 3,000 ft. high, moved in over the fringe of the town, where it began to behave like a tornado. It smashed windows in a score of houses, ripped off a porch, reduced a chicken coop to matchwood, hurled a bevy of screeching fowl high into the air. Prancing into the Nickel Plate Road...
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