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Theobald "Toby" Barrett Diary, 1925
Theobald Toby Barrett 1925 Diary 18.pdf
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tiny thing like a grain of sand which would commence to grow with increasing speed unil it would engulf me and everything else, and I would wake up terrified. Another disappointing thing was the density of the darkness. I thought from what the papers said and from the stories I had heard of chickens going to roost that it became as dark as night and I thought when it was cloudy it would be pitch black, but it didn't get much darker if any than I have often seen it get in a summer thunder storm, and when it comes down to a show-down, for a magnificent & awe inspiring spectacle a real old-fashioned thunder-storm is pretty hard to beat. From my post in the barn I could see as far west as the old {Du Eau?} place which must me close to two miles away and I kept watching in that direction for the shadow bands Finally the western limit of my view grew dim and shortened and then the darkness settled on us in a jerky fashion, the pinky yellowish tinge which had been in the eastern sky ever since sunrise and which was not unnatural spread all around the horizon, but as I could see quite distinctly for at least a mile around me I kept expecting deeper
shades to surround us until agter the lapse of a few seconds of I realized that it was getting lighter and that my kast chance of seeing a total eclipse in this country was gone, so i got down disgustedly and went ot the hous eofr the milk pail, as I went past the chicken house I looke din and they wer sitting asorund as they do any othe rday except a few that spread dspend half their time omn the roosts anyway. About ten o'clock i was plying the bucksaw on a stick of cord wood when out popped th sun brifht as a dollar. I peered at it rhrough the oinesprick in my piece of card which i had oreoared and could just see a tiny black arc in the gleaming circle which semed to be laughing mockingly atmy disf=gruntled looks and saying "Don't worry, you poor fish, it all happened, all right enough, but we weren't ging to let a cheapskate like yoy see the show." I am anxious to see Monday's paper to see how Prof. Chant and his scientific associates down at "Long's Corner's" near Hamilton made out. They have beentramping aorund in the snow and half freezing to death in tents and sga=hcks for a wek or so preparing to take observations and photograpjhs of trhe thing so I hope they had better kuck than we did or else had
