The Keeper of the Bridge, Chapter 9

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​⁠He had steeled himself to see it all, and on Saturday when the storm had subsided, and the little train started up the mountainside, his face was a gray mask, and the nearer the top he came, the more impassive, the grayer was his face. A little turn of a boulder and he knew he 'd see the ruin. A few piles and the welter of the swollen river attacking them. His eyes were open, but he saw nothing. T