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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.

Comments

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.
Hi! Kris,
Nice photograph of Henry...Steady Henry, Steady Henry, Ste...

Thanks, for sharing the quote too!
DeeDee ;-D
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.
Unknown said…
This was one of my favourite things to do as a child... I still do it occasionally!
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, he was very careful.
Kris McCracken said…
Magpie, just about.
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.
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, I have not, although I've seen footage of the bloke on the wire!

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