. Down the eastern and up the Black . ga no living man can inspection of dockets and conveyances reveals big Cones-togas and little Conestogas, short Conestogas, long Conestogasand old Conestogas, one of these last antedating the Old Lan-caster Road. In more recent times the name attached itself to almostevery western highway north of Chester Valley. This particu-lar Conestoga branches off the Conestoga Pike in West Nant-meal, and meets the State Road at the Eagle. It enjoys thedistinction of being the road referred to in a petition quoted ona previous page, crossing a bra
. Down the eastern and up the Black . ga no living man can inspection of dockets and conveyances reveals big Cones-togas and little Conestogas, short Conestogas, long Conestogasand old Conestogas, one of these last antedating the Old Lan-caster Road. In more recent times the name attached itself to almostevery western highway north of Chester Valley. This particu-lar Conestoga branches off the Conestoga Pike in West Nant-meal, and meets the State Road at the Eagle. It enjoys thedistinction of being the road referred to in a petition quoted ona previous page, crossing a branch of the Black Brandy winenear Brownbacks Clover Mill. This mill was built on theBlack Horse Run (Coughs Stream) not more than half a milefrom where I stand. The Black Brandywine is less inviting than the Eastern andWestern Branches, and less accessible. From Milford Mills to Flat Rock there are no long stretchesof road beside it or near it. It has little to show, and consciousof its lack of charm, seeks to conceal itself. Not always, how- 93 ]. ever, for at one ford, well known as Krausers Crossing, itissues forth in a most playful mood and furnishes a de-lightful bathing spot for children. In-deed, some years ago, it grew so boister-ous that Chester Countys sober and se-date Commissioners were forced to bri-dle it. The last time I approached thiscrossing—before the bridge was built—two little girls were playing here, up totheir knees in water. At first my presence seemed to disconcertthem, but I quickly relieved their embarrassment by crying out, play on ! play on! Smilingly they resumed their merry sport,and I started to go. A few steps, and I turned to catch a gleamof brightness from their unsuspecting joy, perchance anothersmile. Too late ! the banks of the stream hid them, and I wentslowly on my way. It might have been the sinking sun or the sad experiencesof the Sessions, or the forecasting of these young lives, or theinner history of my own, these, or any of these
Size: 1795px × 1392px
Photo credit: © Reading Room 2020 / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1900, bookdecade1910, bookiddowneasternu, bookyear1912
