Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1902-04-04
Across Fanning'S Bridge

cliffe Cottage. 1t stands on the
side of hill overlooking the French
Broad valley. Far up the valley
& CLEANS the water of the beautiful
stream, as it rushes on through
mountain gorges and dales on its
way to the Tennessee. Beyond the
valley lie the foothills; high above
these rise range after range OF
mountains. Above all towers the top
of lonely Pisgah.
There has been the usual August
rain, and the river is up and out OF
its banks, covering the fertile valley
I and climbing high up on the stalks
of corn. Last night the moon was
bright, and [ went down to the
bridge, which is hidden from the
house by high hill crowning the
bend in the river In the soft lght
Z OF the moon the old wooden bridge
Is very picturesque. but you cannot
help wondering if it will stand
against that mighty rush of waters
and all the driftwood which is swept
against its supports. Now and then
big log hits against it's wooden
pier and you feel the jar and tremble
of all its tiinbers.
| stood near the center of the
bridge as in n dream. watching the
eddying of the waters and the play
of the moonlight on its surface.
Suddenly was startled by the sound
of a buggy, or some kind of vehicle
Gathering on the bridge. / turned
In astonishment to see who could be
going at such gait at that time of
night. What was my amazement
upon seeing nothing-not human
being in sight, not buggy or even
horse.
81 must surely have been dream
ing" / said and turned again to
watch the water and the moonlight.
In moment the same sound dis
Surbed my reverie. / turned once
more in wonderment; the same re-
suit. Not soul; nothing broke the
quiet of the beautiful scene. / must
confess it was becoming somewhat
uncanny; and when a third time this
startling noise was heard the bright,
CHEEKY lights of home rose in allur-
ing colors before me, and l started in
chat direction.
was just nearing the end of the
bridge when l saw Ely old friend By
Golly-Jim, as he was familiarly
known. l knew ne was the bridge
watcher, and he had probably come
down to remove the driftwood from
the pier. This was his mission. /
greeted him and led him to the CEN
ter of the bridge under pretense of
looking at the drift. Again the clat-
tering of wheels and horses hoofs
were heard. turned to him in ques-
tioning astonishment. His face wore
curious kind of satisfied express
sion.
'You heerd 1t, too, did YEP" he
said. at bothered me lots at first,
but I done got plum used to it now.
They say that's Dick Lorick driving.
He comes every full moon ever since
1T happened, an that's nigh on to
five years. Whoop! thar comes big
'un, sho'." With this the old man
climbed out on the pier and with n
long pole pushed the log away from
the pier. 1t seemed to me perilous
operation, but he appeared to be per-
fectly unconcerned and fearless
nbout hanging over the angry water.
/ moved to the end of the bridge
and sat down, being very anxious to
hear the account of Dick Lorick, but
Knew it was better to let Jim take
his own time in the telling of it.
After awhile he came and sat down
by me, saying: "Yes, on this kind o.
might I don't mind having company
on this bridge, not in the least
particle. You know l amt scared,
but it makes me feel kind of skittish,
sfso', to hear that horse and buggy
come clatterin' over the bridge and
not see durn soul"
NO" 1 said, of course you don't
believe in that foolishness; but who
was Dick Lorick and what happened
to him?"
"'Who he was and whar he come
from nobody round in these parts
can tell ye; but what happened to
him / seed myself. 1t was this way.
You see that little cabin over thar
ON the side of that hill-you can just
see the roof of it from here No
body lives thar now, and 1 don't
reclSin' they ever will.
swell, old man Joe Skinner used
to live thar, and meaner man never
walked Gods ground. He was so
mean to his wife they say she was
glad to die and get rid of him; but
she left darter behind, and if ever
7 was sorry for anybody it was for
that ar Truthy Skinner. And pret-
ty! There wasn't any likelier gal
in all these mountains. AS old as |
as, | used to plum love to look at her,
but alters looked out the corner of
my eye when my old woman was
around for she is powerful cantanker-
Gus and perticlar. But Truthy was
one of them proud-looking creeters
She hilt her head just as high and
walked just like high-steppinp