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Updated: June 8, 2025
But when I descended the hill towards Lynmouth, I feared that my journey was all in vain. And into it rushed, from the opposite side, a torrent even madder; upsetting what it came to aid; shattering wave with boiling billow, and scattering wrath with fury. It was certain death to attempt the passage: and the little wooden footbridge had been carried away long ago.
It was not to be doubted that Footbridge street had allowed more murderous outrages to occur without anyone running the risk of catching a cold or a slash of a sabre. "A cut-throat quarter, that is it," remarked the student, still too excited to feel the cold and want of his outer garment.
But we are thinking of bridges, and Bradford has two, the earlier one being a little footbridge by the abbey grange, now called Barton Farm. Miss Alice Dryden tells the story of the town bridge in her Memorials of Old Wiltshire. It was originally only wide enough for a string of packhorses to pass along it.
About twenty yards from Mr. Schulz's house a narrow alley ran off. As Mary turned to regain the little footbridge across the canal to return to the noisy street which would take her back to the hotel, she caught sight of a man disappearing down this alley. She only had a glimpse of him, but it was sufficient to startle her considerably.
A long stretch of wooden sidewalks with here and there a leprous breaking out of granitoid; a succession of dwellings, each in its yard of bluegrass, maple trees, and whitewashed palings, with several residences fine enough to excite wonder for modest cottages set the architectural pace in the village; a stretch of open country beyond the corporate limits, with a footbridge to span the deep ravine and then, at last, a sudden glow in the darkness not caused by the moon, with a circle of stamping and neighing horses encompassing the glow.
Must she wait here, helpless, for the fiery death? Down below her, the narrow brink the rushing river. No foothold no chance for a descent. Behind her, only those two doors, barring out flame and smoke! And the little footbridge, lying in the light across the water, and the green fields stretching away, cool and safe beyond. A little farther her home! "Fire!"
When we reached the footbridge, Yolanda and Twonette, without a word of farewell, urged their horses across, and, springing from their saddles, hurriedly entered the house. Max and I turned our horses' heads, and, as we were leaving the footbridge, saw the duke's cavalcade enter the Postern, which was perhaps three hundred yards back and north of the strip on which stood the House under the Wall.
When we returned we crossed the Wye by the stone footbridge and entered the garden below the terrace at the corner postern. We remained for an hour resting upon the terrace balustrade, and before we went indoors Madge again spoke of Dorothy. "I cannot tell you how much I have enjoyed this walk, nor how thankful I am to you for taking me," she said.
"We must not tarry here. Horses are waiting at the south end of the footbridge. Let us hasten away at once." Then happened the strangest of all the strange things I have had to record of this strange, fierce, tender, and at time almost half-savage girl. Dorothy for months had longed for that moment.
I gave way to that common weakness. I went out and looked up and down the line; two deserted goods trucks stood as if they sheltered under a footbridge. The grass poked out through their wheels. The railway signals seemed uncertain in their intimations; some were up and some were down. And it was as still and empty as a summer afternoon in Pompeii.
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