Blue Rock Ghost Bridge

Discussion in 'Getting Started' started by Sir_Prize, Mar 5, 2003.

  1. Sir_Prize

    Sir_Prize Member

    Way back when, that land was a place lived on by Indians. They would on occasion trade with settlers and explorers to ferry them across. One day a Land barron came sniffing about. He saw that a wagon bridge could be built by a spot where the land formed a kind of pass.
    This Land robber... er... barron struck on an idea to get the land. He offered the tribe some fine rolls of cloth. It was very cheap stuff. It would bleed its coloring at the slightest hint of water. He knew no pilgrims would buy the cloth. So, he traded the Indians. He figured with the cheap cloth as a trade for very good land, and a possible busy route to collect tolls, he'd be in even more money.
    The trade went through. The Indians moved to new land. The wagon bridge was built. The toll booth was in place, and the people paid. The Land Barron was now a Freeway Tycoon. He had a great deal of money and built other bridges.
    One day some very upset Indians came to the first bridge. They were a very odd color of skin. Appearently not only did the cloth bleed, but it stained the Indians skin. Their Medicine man was with them. He placed a long forgotten Indian curse on the bridge. He said the bridge was doomed and the sadness of his people would stain the rivers valley. He continued with his curse, saying that a bridge would never cross there again. Also, that when the great night sun (the moon) would reflect the sadness of that place that there would be great sadness.
    The next day the rocks of the rivers sides were BLUE! That evening the bridge collpased with no warning. That night with the Toll Guard gone, for there was no bridge. The "Barron" was riding fast to get a doctor. For he had shot a slave in a drunken stubber. As he rode he saw the bridge in the light of the blue moon. His wagon flew forward. The horse survived, as did the shot slave in the back of it. They never found The "Barrons" body. Over time the event was forgotten. several bridges were attempted. None would stay together. As travel progressed so did the image of the spectre bridge. Some say today it looks like a modern day bridge. But one thing is true. Many wagons, locos, and Barrons have not come out of the BLUE ROCK RIVER VALLEY.

    How's that?:D
  2. Tyson Rayles

    Tyson Rayles Active Member

    :D :D :D I like it!!!
  3. RailRon

    RailRon Active Member


    that is a fine story, and there's morale behind it! (Robber Barrons - take note! :D :D :D )

    I can imagine telling that story at a campfire, when midnight is drawing near, with a full moon in the sky and the howling of a Coyote from the distance...

    Oh well, and then to hear the wailing of a five chime steam whistle from far, far away.... (sigh!)

  4. N Gauger

    N Gauger 1:20.3 Train Addict

    Cool story!! :) :) :)
  5. kettlestack

    kettlestack Member

    Ken, that's exactly how Ezra's great great grandad told it back in 1820 :) . It was a ruse to avoid the injun's tracking him down.

    Ezra has his g/g/grandad's portrait behind his desk. We Robber Barrons pay homage twice a year to this enterprising connoisseur.
    The best part of these bi-annual meetings is getting plasterd with a couple of jugs of the fine Kentucky firewater he creamed off the top of a deal with a tap dancing hill dweller back then.

    Someday we'll get Ezra to tell us stories of the other fine exploits of this pioneer of fast-talking, swift-of-hand idol of ours. ;)

    Ahhh, the opportunities which must have been abundant in those halcyon day!! ... (Sigh)

    Here's a pic of "the Grand Old Man" himself.


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  6. Sir_Prize

    Sir_Prize Member

    Kettlestack- Hee! Hee! Looks like a fine individual.
    Must be why he was so good at his... er... trade.;)

    Thanks for the kudos on the story fellas; and ladies (if they do
    submit a word).:D :rolleyes:

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