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Show MADELYN CANNON STEWART SILVER 268 doing. "You're a brick," they said. "Where's Harold?" As if their words announced him, he and Leland came into view. I'll never forget his face when he saw me. "I thought you stayed back at the river. How did you get up here?" After the explanations we three stayed together, Leland ignor requests that he go back. He had to show us the trail ing my and make sure we got to the top. We made good progress because Harold didn't try to help me as much as before; some times I wished he would. But he was still having a good talk with Leland. And then, we saw the Bridge. Not all of it; just the beginning of the arch-rising cleanly out of the hillside, curving wide and free and strong against the blue sky. "Don't go too fast," cried Leland. "It's a long way yet." For I was hurrying on along the precarious trail. Another stab of the truth. Even this was a waiting job-wait And now the trail was a narrow shelf along and ing walking. the hillside, the turbulence in the rocky canyon a warning below. Now both men began to help me, and each other. And I was glad of their help, and not ashamed. And then, there was the bridge. Not really the top; there were a higher hills beyond. But the whole bridge was there, giant than older arch across a giant chasm, a phenomenon of nature, knowledge, enduring beyond dreams. The scouts had climbed dizzily with a rope to its crest. They had marched tinily along its center, a veritable highway in width. But for me, gazing was enough, and exultation and recognition. And, of course, there was wonder. Its miracle had been pro duced so slowly, so gradually, imperceptibly, by all of nature time. sun, water, wind, the I ate my lunch most happily while the two men signed book in the little shelter beneath the mighty Rainbow guest 1 could Bridge. Harold took movies from every possible angle. felt a great contentment, high there at see he was proud, and I the top of our destination. Leland wanted to go down faster than we could. The heavy |
