W. C. Bartlett, A Breeze from the Woods, 2nd Ed
“ There is a dry electrical atmosphere; the attrition of trade winds and sand half the year; and the rushing to and fro [159] of busy and excited men, charged as full of electricity as they can hold, and bent upon charging everybody else, so that at nightfall the sparks will snap at the finger-ends, and the air will crackle like a brush-heap just set on fire. Now, the earth is a very good conductor. It is better to let this surplus electricity run down the fingers on to the spade, and along its shining steel blade into the ground, than to blow up your best friend. ”
