Are we living in a land where giants once walked?
December 22, 2014
IT WAS WELL AFTER MIDNIGHT. I was growing tired sitting at the computer, staring at the screen. For the third time in as many days, old friends had sent me internet articles on the giants that once roamed North America and other parts of the world, a trendy topic. I was trying to figure it all out, trying to separate the wheat from the chaff.
Why were these stories making the rounds again? In all my files of unexplained mysteries, giants had never been high on my list of probables. Perhaps I was being influenced in a negative way by the great Cardiff Giant hoax of yesteryear. It was 1868, to be exact.
In that dramatic episode, a man named George Hull, an avowed atheist, purchased a large block of gypsum from and outfit in Iowa. He hired Edward Burghardt, a stonecutter carve it into the likeness of a ten foot tall man. They whacked the creation with knitting needles anchored in boards to create lifelike pores, and did other things to age the statue artificially. They then buried it on the farm of Hull’s cousin, William Newel. William Newel had some well diggers come on his property to dig a well. He encouraged them to use the spot of land where the statue was buried. When they reached the statue in their digging they actually felt they had discovered a giant petrified man. Burghardt and Newel had been sworn to secrecy, of course. There was a big production when the petrified man was raised from his burial spot. A tent was erected and Hull charged twenty-five cents per person to view the oddity. He soon upped that to fifty cents per person.
Scientists soon unveiled the hoax.
That did not prevent many copy-cat entrepreneurs from creating their own sideshow petrified giants, and P. T. Barnum offered his own version. There have been many excavations of fake giants over the years and their images are all over the internet.
There is much to ponder about the possibility of giants. Let’s say that there were giants in North America and that their unearthed skeletons had been confiscated, or hidden, or destroyed in the 1800s, or before, by well-meaning and protective parties. It would frighten us too much to know the truth. We could not handle the knowledge. Really? We have handled worse stuff. Supposedly there were quite a few of these skeletons. Certainly another one could be found now, and dug up, or exposed for our current benefit. Why wasn’t that happening somewhere? It would undoubtedly be on the evening news, with film crews rolling. That would make it believable. If not the skeletons of giants themselves, why weren’t some of their huge artifacts being currently excavated somewhere, and on the evening news? If I were a hot-shot archaeologist, anthropologist, or paleontologist, giants is one subject I would be investigating, if I had a reason to believe they existed—the bigger the better. There have always been large people. Some were that way because of tumors of the pituitary gland, acromegaly, but these recent articles about giants described them as races or tribes of huge people with the ability to multiply among themselves. The reports were fueled by Native American folklore that emphasized they were dreaded and much-feared. The giants, often red-headed, were cannibals who enjoyed devouring their smaller counterparts. Because of this, the giants were killed off until they no longer existed. Great cunning was required of the smaller people to eradicate them from the habitat.
As I wondered about cannibalistic giants in an earlier America, I could not get the images of Ray Harryhausen’s Cyclops out of my head. In one instance a small human is being turned on a spit.
No, I could not figure it all out. I had pored through pages and pages of images of giants and giant skeletons for a lengthy time on my computer screen. Most of the images had the ability to appear authentic, confounding me even more. The most tantalizing find was a jawbone of a Humbolt Lake giant in Nevada. When compared to an average human jawbone, the comparison was astounding. Comparative skulls were also startling, but where were these skulls now—the ones that appear in the photographs? And why were all of the giant reports made by bloggers and not by National Geographic or Smithsonian Magazine?
I got up from my swiveling computer chair and decided to go to bed. It was all still a big mystery to me—a jumbled up mess in my head. Would it ever come into focus? I decided to read some books on the subject. There are several listed on Amazon: LOST RACE OF THE GIANTS, by Patrick Chouinard, THE RED-HAIRED GIANTS, by Mary Sutherland and Frank Joseph, GENESIS 6 GIANTS, MASTER BUILDERS OF PREHISTORIC AND ANCIENT CIVILIZATIONS, by Steven Quayle is scripture-based. And DISCOVERING ANCIENT GIANTS, by William A Hinson.
I decided to have one of the books delivered to my Kindle for PC. As I thumb through the pages of ANCIENT GIANTS WHO RULED AMERICA, by Richard J. Dewhurst, I find that it just may be the one that makes a believer out of me. It has excellent reviews and a high ranking and at least one fairly good photograph. The author is respected, with many credits to his name. There are parts that are quite tantalizing and juicy.
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