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?
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?
