In vain were sighs and wailings vented,
  As she at last appeared contented. 
  It was a bargain—­she consented—­
     For she was Yorkshire. 
  Now home she goes in mighty glee. 
  Old Satan, too, well pleased he
     Went to his work, sir.

He worked hard all night, and early in the morning the bridge was made, as the old woman knew by the terrible noise.  He called to the old woman to come over, but she brought her little mangy dog, and, taking a bun out of her pocket, threw it over the bridge.  The dog ran over after it.

  “Now—­crafty sir, the bargain was
  That you should have what first did pass
  Across the bridge—­so now—­alas! 
      The dog’s your right.” 
  The cheater—­cheated—­struck with shame. 
  Squinted and grinned:  then, in a flame
      He vanished quite.

[Illustration:  EBBING AND FLOWING WELL.]

On reflection we came to the conclusion that whenever and however it was built, the bridge was of a type not uncommon in Cheshire, and often called Roman bridges, but erected in all probability in mediaeval times, when only width enough was required for the passing of one horse—­in other words, when most roads were nothing but bridlepaths.  We were glad of the assistance afforded by the bridge for the rushing waters of the River Lune were swollen by the heavy rains, and our progress in that direction would have been sadly delayed had we arrived there in the time of the ancient ford.  We now passed the boundaries of Lancashire and Westmorland and entered the county of York, the largest in England.  A large sale of cattle was taking place that day at a farm near the bridge, and for some miles we met buyers on their way to the sale, each of whom gave us the friendly greeting customary in the hilly districts of that hospitable county.  Seven miles from Kirkby Lonsdale we stopped at Ingleton for some dinner, and just looked inside the church to see the fine old Norman font standing on small pillars and finely sculptured with scenes relating chiefly to the childhood of our Saviour.  Joseph with his carpenter’s tools and the Virgin Mary seated with the infant Saviour on her knees, the Eastern Magi bringing their offerings, Herod giving orders for the destruction of the young children, Rachel weeping, and others—­all damaged in the course of centuries, though still giving one an idea of the great beauty of the font when originally placed in position.  We heard about the many waterfalls to be seen—­perhaps as many as could be visited in the course of a whole week; but we had seen—­and suffered—­so much water and so many waterfalls, that for the time being they formed no attraction.  Still we resolved to see more of this interesting neighbourhood on a future occasion.