Welcome to Aaron Menke's Cabinet of Curiosity's, a production of IHeart Radio and grim and mild.

Our world is full of the unexplainable.

And if history is an open book, all of these amazing tales are right there on display, just waiting for us to explore.

Welcome to the Cabinet of Curiosity's.

The rain can be cleansing, washing away everything from the dirt on our cars to the memories

of a bad day. But a storm can erase a lot more. And if we're not careful, it can leave our

minds even cloudier than the skies above. It was the summer of 1875 in Alberta, Canada, and Sir Cecil Edward Denny was on his way

to a nice little hunting and fishing spot along the Oldman River.

Denny had been a member of the Northwest Mounted Police, but today he was manning a small

boat looking for a place to unwind.

He noticed in the early afternoon that dark clouds

had started to form in the distance. Normally, a thunderstorm wouldn't be anything to worry about,

but in this part of Canada where Denny was traveling, they could be devastating. The former

Mountie just kept pressing forward. By the early afternoon, that storm that had seemed so far away was

suddenly right above him. According to his own account of the event, there was a heavy wind

with hail, rain, and perpetual lightning, followed by deafening peals of thunder seemingly

right overhead. As the elements beat down on him, filling the boat with water, he floated

a little while longer until he reached a part of the shoreline where he could find refuge. He

continued to paddle, and as he got closer to land, the storm began to subside, just for a moment.

But it was a long enough pause for Denny to hear something from within the nearby woods.

Drums. There was a Native American encampment close by. He hitched the boat to some nearby

trees and ventured into the forest following the sound of the drums. Shelter was only

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