Of all the numerous and assorted accounts of encounters with a Wild man, one which actually stands out can also be one which many could know nothing – or little or no – about. The story got here from a Native American man, one Frank Dan, and was shared with the late J.W. Burns. The latter was a person who performed a major position within the area of Wild man analysis. Certainly, as Vacation spot America notes, the phrase “Man of the woods” was created by Burns within the Nineteen Twenties. DA additionally be aware: “Burns had been listening to tales about massive, bushy, evasive animals from Chehalis Indian pals he stored in shut contact with for years and arrived on the identify by combining a bunch of various variations he had heard to create his personal phonetic model.”
With that stated, let’s get again to the matter of the story of Frank Dan. Though it wasn’t till the Fifties that Dan shared his story with Burns, the eye witness encounter had truly occurred again in the summertime of 1936, particularly in July. The placement was Morris Creek, a tributary of the Harrison River at Chehalis, British Columbia, Canada. Having taken cautious be aware of all of Dan’s story, Burns wrote-up the next, superb account, which went like this:
“It was a stunning day, the clear waters of the creek shimmered within the vivid sunshine and mirrored the wild environment of cliff, timber, and vagrant cloud. A languid breeze wafted throughout the rocky gullies. Frank’s canoe was gliding like a cheerful imaginative and prescient alongside the mountain stream. The Indian was busy hooking one fish after one other; hungry fish that had been liberated only some days earlier than from some hatchery. However the Indian was blissful as he pulled them in and sang his drugs music. Then, with out warning, a rock was hurled from the shelving slope above, falling with a fearful splash inside a number of ft of his canoe, nearly swamping the frail craft.”
It ought to be famous that even as we speak studies of Wild man throwing rocks are greater than widespread. The story continues:
“Startled out of his pores and skin, Frank glanced upward, and to his amazement beheld a bizarre trying creature, lined with hair, leaping from rock to rock down the wild declivity with the agility of a mountain goat. Frank acknowledged the bushy creature immediately. It was a Man of the woods. He knew it was one of many giants – he had met them on a number of events in previous years, as soon as on his personal doorstep. However these had been a timid kind and never unruly just like the gent he was now going through.”
Frank Dan shortly sought to convey issues to a halt, and in an attention-grabbing method: “Frank referred to as upon his drugs powers, sula, and comparable spirits to guard him. There was a direct response to his enchantment. The air throbbed and a few large boulders slid down the rocky mountain facet, making a noise just like the crack of doom. This was to frighten away the Man of the woods. However the gargantuan was to not be frightened by falling rocks. As an alternative he hurried down the declivity carrying an amazing stone, in all probability weighing a ton or extra, underneath his nice bushy arm, which Frank guessed—only a tough guess—was at the very least 2 yards in size.
“Reaching a degree of vantage—a jutting ledge that hung far out over the water—he hurled it with all his may, this time lacking the canoe by a slim margin, filling it with water and drenching the poor frightened occupant with a cloud of spray. Some thought of the dimensions of the boulder could also be gained from the truth that its large bulk blocked the channel. Later it was dredged out by Jack Penny on the authority of the division of hinterland navigation. It might now be seen on the tenth ground of the Vancouver Public Museum within the division of ‘Curious Rocks.’ Once you’re in Vancouver drop in to the museum and T. P. O. Menzies, curator, will gladly present it to you.
“The large now posed upon the opposite ledge in an angle of untamed majesty as if he had been monarch of those foreboding haunts, shaking a colossal fist on the ‘nice drugs man’ who sat awe-struck and shuddering within the canoe, which he was attempting to bail out along with his shoe. The Indian noticed the Man of the woods was in a towering rage, a ardour that induced the good man to exude a repugnant odor, which was carried all the way down to the canoe by a wisp of wind. The odor made Frank dizzy and his eyes started to good and pop. Frank by no means smelt something in his complete drugs profession prefer it. It was extra repelling than the stench of moccasin oil gone rotten.”
The story concluded: “Certainly, it was so nasty that the fish quitted the swimming pools and nooks and headed in faculties for the Harrison River. The Indian, believing the enormous was about to dive into the water and assault him, solid off his fishing traces and paddled away as quick as he was ready.”
The startling eye witness encounter was over.