A 'Short' Story
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Dennis Probasco
January/February 1992
I trimmed the limbs off down to the engine. We managed to winch
and back-up until we had the hickory tree-top clear down to the
ground. We slid the engine along the trunk almost to the end where
one limb still remained by the winch cable. Uncle Rollie grabbed
the axe and gave a careless swing, he cut off the limb, and also
severed the tree-top. That hickory snapped back into the air like a
whip.
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It was the last we saw of that engine for quite awhile, as it
was going southeast at an altitude of about one hundred feet. We
climbed over the fence and started after the engine. We again
searched and searched.
Aunt Jessie McCallister, an old widow, lived alone about a
quarter of a mile away on a direct line from where we last saw the
engine. We finally got her permission to search her cow pond which
was muddy and about three or four feet deep.
I waded in clothes and all, and found the engine in the middle
buried in the mud. We went back and got the pickup and drove
fifteen miles around. We put a cable on the engine and winched it
out.
We couldn't convince Aunt Jessie that it was our engine, and
it had fallen out of the sky into her pond. She drove a hard
bargain, and I finally wound up paying her two-hundred dollars for
it.
You never know where you may find an engine, be sure to also
look in tree-tops.
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