Bridge on Black Mountain

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the Whistler your favorite program. And now the Whistler's strange story, the bridge on Black Mountain. Delbert's mind wasn't on his work, but then it really didn't have to be as assistant to the curator of the Prescott Museum.

He knew his field. He conducted this lecture so many times during the past 15 years that it was automatic, like the chimes on an intricate Swiss clock. At three o'clock a lever clicked over somewhere in his mind.

There were a few preliminary buzzes and the chimes began. They weren't really chimes, of course. They were Delbert's comments to the visitors assembled in the museum's tiny lecture room. Thanks so much for the musket and the pilgrim room.