Tornado wrecking a farm.
Whirl had been in action for ten minutes when photo was taken.
Courtesy of T. B. Jennings, U.S. Weather Bureau, Topeka, Kans.
Tornado whirling sidewise.
The swaying motion of the funnel cloud makes the path of escape uncertain.
Courtesy of U.S. Weather Bureau.
Gasping, Ross sat up. Across the fields the cloud swept, the long black finger still touching the ground and still bringing wreck and destruction in its wake. Ross gently raised the younger boy, who was only half-conscious from the din and tumult, for the tornado had passed within a few yards of them. They had scarcely walked a dozen yards when the scene of destruction met them full view.
Every window in the house had been shattered and the garden was strewn with broken glass. The buggy, which had been standing before the door, was nowhere to be seen, but one wheel impaled in a tree twenty yards away, told the story. The upright of the sun-dial was gone, snapped off at the ground as though it had been a reed. The club-house remained intact. The track of the tornado was not more than forty feet wide, but where it had passed, the ground was swept clean and bare.