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Story Source:
Author: Gerald Findler. Book Title: Legends Of The Lake Counties The Devil's Bridge
Few places can lay claim to more picturesque
surroundings than the town of Kirkby Lonsdale. It has a most charming and
romantic appearance, the river Lune, flowing from the fells down delightful
slopes, flashing here and there over rocks, then onwards with a sweeping curve
past the church and town above, through the golden glade and wood. The Devil's Bridge is a remarkable structure,
composed of three beautiful fluted arches. It gets it's name because an old
legend tells us that it was build by no other than His Satanic Majesty!
If good can possibly come from evil, then here
indeed is a most splendid example. Every resident of Kirkby Lonsdale will tell
you the legend of the Devil's Bridge. A cow belonging to a poor woman had strayed across
the river at some convenient wading place, and not having returned home at the
usual milking hour the old woman went to seek her.
But unfortunately the river had risen
considerably, and the old woman was unable to cross, while her cow was isolated
on the opposite bank. At this particular moment the Devil in human form
appeared on the side of the river near the cow, and assuming the guile of the
tempter shouted across the river that he would build a bridge across the Lune,
on condition that the first living thing to cross the bridge should become his
lawful prize. To this offer the woman gladly assented. The Devil
was cute, for he knew very well that her husband was on his way home from
market, and hoped to make good booty.
But the cunning woman was equal to the
occasion. Seeing her husband approaching on the opposite
hill, she called her dog and threw a stone across the bridge for the dog to
get, much to the dismay of the Devil who was cheated of his prize.
Below the bridge can be seen the Devil's Neck
Collar - a rock with large perforation, which is said to have been lost from
his neck in his wild unearthly plunge from the bridge on finding his hellish
scheme thwarted. Old Poem:
Now, crafty sir, the bargain
was
That you should have what first did
past
Across the bridge - so now,
alas!
The dogs your right.
The cheater, cheated, struck with
shame
Squinted and grinned,
Then in a flame he vanished
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