There is romance in bridges. Consider the big ones made of steel that span the mighty rives of our nation, the average-sized once that make it possible for man to cross the small rivers that are numerous is many States and the little wooden bridges till found on many back roads where luck of motor traffic has left them virtually unchanged. We still have, and shall never forget, the little foot bridge that spans the fascinating stream of water that flow through the farm pastures and meadows. All these bridges are so often taken for granted instead of appreciated. When you stop to think if it, some engineering was necessary for each one of them- even for the small one that crosses the stream where the cattle drank every day and where little boys play hooky from school with a fishing pole, a line and some appetizing bait. The view form a little foot bridge is probably the most charming of all. There are the rolling hills, the distance blue of the sky or the green of the meadow. AS one stands on this bridge out in the quit of the countr7, he can hear many sounds that are never heard by the city dweller- the chirping of the crickets, the croaking of the bull frog, the singing of the wood thrush –each one calling man to contemplate the beauty and mystery of life. The little foot bridge usually remains in the memory if one learned to love it in his younger days when living was easy and care free. There is a special feature of the country bridge that is now disappearing and that is the turnout on the roadway beside it. Fu the stream was a small one, the turnout permitted a person to drive his horse though the ford and up the opposite bank to the road again. In this way, it was possible to water the horse without getting out of the vehicle. Driving a carriage or wagon into the stream was probably not too easy on its wheels but it did give the horses an opportunity to get a needed drink of water. They drank noisily from the flowing stream and enjoyed doing so. And the boy fishing nearly would not drop his fishing pole and walk closer to the horse? True, he had often seen broses from the middle of a stream as the driver let his reins dangle, but it was always interesting to see it once again.