. Down the eastern and up the Black . HIS is Copes Bridge, stranger, built in1807, at a cost of twenty-six thousanddollars. Search the Bridge Dockets inthe office of the Clerk of Courts andyou will discover the names of thepetitioners; make your examinationthorough enough and you will find everydetail of its cost; meanwhile let merest. Beside this old stone wall let me remember and dream. More than a quarter of a century has floated down thisstream since I first cast my line into its waters and waited—atemy lunch and waited—for the fish that swam around and eyed,but never touched
. Down the eastern and up the Black . HIS is Copes Bridge, stranger, built in1807, at a cost of twenty-six thousanddollars. Search the Bridge Dockets inthe office of the Clerk of Courts andyou will discover the names of thepetitioners; make your examinationthorough enough and you will find everydetail of its cost; meanwhile let merest. Beside this old stone wall let me remember and dream. More than a quarter of a century has floated down thisstream since I first cast my line into its waters and waited—atemy lunch and waited—for the fish that swam around and eyed,but never touched my bait. Since then, what changes time has wrought. The wood tothe east of the road is a mere thicket now, the lofty oaks inwhose tops the gray squirrels played and felt themselves secure,have fallen beneath the woodmans axe; the road itself, whichalmost touched the stream, has been vacated, while the millwheel opposite, stands motionless, and rots. [ 144 o WS5 13. 3-v^ Never have I passed this bridge on foot without stopping;rarely have I driven over it without bringing my horse to awalk. Wrapped in buffalo robes, I have looked out of my sleighwhen the icy hand of winter lay heavy on the stream, when thetrees were bare and shrunken, and the old mill stood like somewretched outcast, shivering in the gale. I have seen it in the Spring-time, when the hand of winterwas relaxed and its waters flowed joyously to the song of birds,when lovers drove along the road, and the stream leaped up inspray to kiss the flowers on its banks ^. ^ _^^ Beyond that bend, under the cool - v , I-^ , shade of yonder maples, many a tired ^ rV^l-^j-f^??>^^ jfisherman has sought relief from the /C^r^^i i J^^^ ^^noontide glare of a summer sun, and ^^JtP^^. *, slaked his thirst at the sparkling waters *^>_^ of Laurel Spring. Many a carriage,too, has stopped while some dainty hand * dug up a fern that nestled in the shadows of those shelvingrocks. In other Autumns I hav
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