Log-chain

[snowyday]

This is the season of weather stories.

Which brings to mind the mighty winds which range the great open

spaces of Oklahoma. Out there the wind blows so hard that the boys

often use it to ride to town on. They stand out in the road and hold

up their big hats like sails, and the next thing they know the breeze

has set them down in front of the courthouse. Sometimes it turns wells

inside out and spills water over seventeen counties.

One day a visitor noticed a log-chain hanging from a limb near a lonely cabin.

He asked the settler what purpose it serves.

“Well, stranger,†the man replied, “when I wake up in the morning I

peek through a crack in the cabin and take a look at that there chain.

If it’s a-hangin’ down, everything is all right. But if the chain is a-stickin’

straight out from that there limb, I figger it’s too windy for me to work.

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snowyday