The Story of a Windmill

I’m starting a new chapter, on wind power, and have spent the past few days digging into newspaper archives (digital digging, that is) to learn about the history of windmills and wind power.  I came across a strange story published in the Chicago Daily Tribune, August 31, 1873, titled “The Story of a Windmill.”  I can’t quite tellwhether it’s made up or not, or if it’s meant to be funny.  In any case, here it is:

“We went out to Slaymaker’s in June, to spend the summer, but we have been obliged to leave. Slaymaker had a small stream near his house,from which he used to pump water into the tank in hisgarrot.  It occured to him some time ago that it would be a good idea to put up a windmillwhich co do the pumping for him, so he built one at a cost of $200.  The first day it began to revolve it frightened Slaymaker’s best horse sothat it ran against the fence and was killed, and the arms were so longthat they nearly brained Slaymaker’s oldest boy, who was standingbeneath watching the machine, when it suddenly stopped work, and refused to move an inch.  Slaymaker accordingly pumped the tank full, and justas he stopped the mill began to pump like fury. Slaymaker, in alarm,procured a rope and tied one of the wings to a tree. When the tank wasempty he tried to make the windmill fill it again, but the concern wasimmovable. Then Slaymaker waited for a couple of weeks, and carried thewater up to the house in buckets, because he was afraid to fill thetank, when the mil might get to work at any moment. Finally, as thereseemed to be no hope of the machinery getting all right again, he didpump the tank full, and then went to bed. That night there was the first hurricane ever known in that neighborhood. The windmill made aboutfound hundred revolutions a minute, and left the bed of the stream below it completely dry, while it poured nearly six hundred gallons an hourinto Slaymaker’s garret. The boarders all swam out the windows, andspent the rest of the night in the barn, while Slaymaker took to a tree, from which, at daylight, he had a magnificent view of the falls as they poured picturesquely from the attic windows every minute or two brining out with them a chair or a hair trunk, or one of Slaymaker’s shirts, or a waistband. Mrs. Slaymaker will not clean house this summer, butSlaymaker has a windmill that he is anxious to sell. He will probablyclose it out cheap to a purchasers who wants to take it away rightoff.

–Max Adeler.”



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