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If a man aspires to the highest place, it is no dishonour to him to halt at the second, or even at the third.


William Leonard Hunt was a well known nineteenth funambulist that went by the name of The Great Farini. The Great Farini made a series of very famous tightrope performances at Niagara Falls in 1860, and his feats included crossing a high wire with a man on his back; with a sack over his entire body; turning somersaults while on the rope; hanging from it by his feet; amongst other seemingly impossible manoeuvres.

This, on the other hand, was something rather different.
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Roddy said…
Of course this was different! This is Henry with his first steps on his way to greatness. Sometimes the balancing act is a little more refined.
27 January 2010 at 20:52
ratatouille's archives said…
Hi! Kris,
Nice photograph of Henry...Steady Henry, Steady Henry, Ste...

Thanks, for sharing the quote too!
DeeDee ;-D
27 January 2010 at 22:25
Magpie said…
The quote goes perfectly with this picture. I can imagine the two structures in the background as being the second and first highest places, but Henry is handling the third just beautifully.
28 January 2010 at 01:50
Unknown said…
This was one of my favourite things to do as a child... I still do it occasionally!
28 January 2010 at 06:01
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, he was very careful.
28 January 2010 at 11:53
Kris McCracken said…
Magpie, just about.
28 January 2010 at 11:54
Carola said…
Have you seen the film ¨Man on wire¨?
Greetings from Iquitos, Peru. Imagine beeing in a town, that can¨{t be reached by road. We came on the river.
31 January 2010 at 11:08
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, I have not, although I've seen footage of the bloke on the wire!
5 February 2010 at 19:07
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