A gentleman said the tornado looked like a giant octopus coming over the mountain from Oak Grove into Mount Hope.
Now grown massive, the storm shaved the trees from the hills at the northern edge of Bankhead Forest, coming to a precipice overlooking the valley that gives way to Mount Hope.
Most trees snapped near the base. But hundreds of pines were doubled over, treetops attached but resting on the ground, trunks twisted around five and six times, until the wood turned soft and slack like taffy.
In the valley below, the carcasses of tens of thousands of birds and the tin of the poultry houses had been bulldozed together and set aflame. Dozens more dead chickens were piled by the roadside, while thousands of birds wandered freely through the fields. These pictures were taken about 10 months later.