Monday, July 12, 2010

Of Galloping Hessians

Over a deep black part of the stream, not far from the church, was formerly thrown a wooden bridge; the road that led to it, and the bridge itself, were thickly shaded by overhanging trees, which cast a gloom about it, even in the daytime; but occasioned a fearful darkness at night.

Image by alternatephotography.


ShellHawk said...

I'm a Hessian... Oh, wait! That's, "hussy."
Never mind...