. Down the eastern and up the Black . of dust, but then Id heard the self same words so often—everytime the Wagoners drove their heavy teams across me. Acrossthese stones? No, not these paving stones, but others thatwere long since ground to dust. A lusty lot these Wagonerswere that stopped here for the night. One, by the nameof Devil Bill, would entertain the crowd with fearful tales,which even to name would be unlawful. A few monthsafter they had gone some country Marguerite would come, andbending low, would drop her scalding tears upon my coping. Once, in the year of 1812, a Wa
. Down the eastern and up the Black . of dust, but then Id heard the self same words so often—everytime the Wagoners drove their heavy teams across me. Acrossthese stones? No, not these paving stones, but others thatwere long since ground to dust. A lusty lot these Wagonerswere that stopped here for the night. One, by the nameof Devil Bill, would entertain the crowd with fearful tales,which even to name would be unlawful. A few monthsafter they had gone some country Marguerite would come, andbending low, would drop her scalding tears upon my coping. Once, in the year of 1812, a Wagoner drove his wagon withgreat broad bands of white across its sides, and on the muslin,there was printed in black letters so that all could read it ashe passed, The war is over, peace has been declared. Andpeace did come, and then the railroads. Oh, how many thingsIve seen and heard. Relate them? No, although I own I ama century old, Im not yet garrulous. I still can keep my se-crets, still can be as dumb as stone. 131 ] ALONG THE CREEK Now roves the eyeAnd, posted on this speculative height,Exults in its command. The So/a—Cowper. HE bridge on the Low Grade Line of thePennsylvania Railroad south of Down-ingtown, offers a point of view fromwhich the general features of the Val- f\. vu/•.?/?.;;-^^ sy of the Brandywine below and the-^?^Pii^fM^^j^^k hill country above the town, can be clearly seen. Considered as an engi-neering feat, the bridge is praiseworthy,but the railroad company deserves censure for not making thisobservation point easier of access. In deference to an indulgentpublic, its engineers should have provided at least one path oneach side of the embankment. As it is, you must either walk aconsiderable distance along the line or climb up over stones andcinders. Once up, however, you are repaid. At first you willnot notice the prospect so much as the triangular shape of yourcompanion—if you have one. So high is this bridge that invol-untarily visitors
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