Out of place artifacts, objects embedded in stone and coal, giants, and "little people" are some of the accounts and topics we tackle in part 6 of our deep dive into Charles Fort's The Book of the Damned.
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At 41:25 the Tweed is a river, so I think "below" here means downstream, not a map direction.ReplyDelete
I have a story exactly like Anne’s! I was reminded of it during the last episode but didn’t think to email it in. When I was a kid we belonged to a hunting camp in rural Pennsylvania. As a family we’d spend weekends there to camp in lieu of going to a campground. At night, my dad would take us in his pickup truck and we’d shine the spotlight into the fields to find deer. On this particular night we were heading back to the cabin along a dark stretch of two-lane paved road when you could feel the bumps and hear the crunching sound. My dad slowed the truck to a stop and remarked how there were toads everywhere. My sister and I jumped out of the back and emptied a box that was in the bed and started to pick them up and fill the box so we could take some back to the cabin and play with them. I am calling them toads instead of frogs because I remember them having the bumpy skin like toads have. They were all adult sized toads. There were easily hundreds of them from what we could see in the headlights. I’ve seen turtle migrations where you encounter a bunch of them trying to cross a road in some areas, but never have I seen the density of this one animal ever in nature in one spot. And they didn’t seem to be traveling they were just sitting there. Though we were around State Game Lands, this wasn’t a spot where you’d expect to see toads. There was a stream nearby, but it was still a couple hundred yards away. The other side of the road was the steep forested slope of the mountain ridge in that area. My memory on this next part is fuzzy, but I think there might have been a brief rain shower that had just passed through the area. The reason for that is because I think we reasoned that the rain must have brought them out, like how earthworms can be seen after a storm. The next day they were all gone including the ones we had picked up, though I’m sure they just jumped out of the box and didn’t vanish into thin air…but you never know. I’ve done a lot of outdoor activities with the Boy Scouts in my youth and never again have I seen, heard, or learned of something that would indicate this is a normal occurrence. I wonder if we had driven that stretch of road just a few minutes earlier if they would have been falling down on us from the sky.ReplyDelete
1:19:27 Wilson, Squire, and Davis...may be referring to Squier and Davis who did Ancient Monuments of the Mississippi Valley for the Smithsonian.ReplyDelete