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Show Only a Baby Cyclone. A baby cyclone is what Amos R. Acton, of Butte City, called the storm which swept over his place receully. Here is the way he described it to a Denver reporter: "It was just about 5 o'clock in the afteruooii. and my wife and I were talking of cyclones. All at once I heard a rushing sound, and I saw my little woman turn pale with fright.. I rushed to the door which opened upon the veranda, and there was the fearful funnel-shaped cloud which has so ofteu been described by the newspapers; but it was small. Its dimensions did not exceed those of a big country ash hopper. hop-per. Thousands of small articles of household furniture, tin pans, bits of chairs aud towels and table linen, books and music gyrated around in the air. These things were not taken over thirty thir-ty feet high, but were carried right along with the whirliug wind. "While this diminutive tornado was approaching I got the chickens and the children, all in the house. I also had a nice dog. Captain Jack. I tied him to the leg of the table, but he got loose ami ran into the front yard just as the atmospheric revolver tore down the fence and walked into my grounds. "As soon as the injudicious dog got sight of the cyclone he made a dash for it. He was faithful to his trust. I made up my mind there and then to ' erect a tablet over his tomb with that ! inscription. However, he was uot ! killed, but lie was made idiotic by the terrible twirling aud the fact of his ; having been thrown through a straw, stack. His long hair was cork -sere wed in all directions, and it was stiffened I with fright. It has ever siuce remaiued as It was when the little eve let loose of him. Captain Jack is now no longer i handsome. His disposition soured, too, and our baby yells murder when- , ever the poor pup's blasted beauty meets his gaze." |