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THE ROTTEN BRIDGE

McGuinness had been posted to keep guard over the entrance of a road which led to an old and unsafe bridge. Presently a car came along and he held up his hand. “What’s the matter?” growled the driver. At that moment McGuinness recognised him as the county magistrate. “Oh. it’s yerself, yer Honour,” he said genially. “Yes, it is!” was the snappy answer. “'Tis al] right, then,” said Mac, as he stepped politely out of the way. “I got orders to let no traffic through because of the rotten bridge; but seein’ it’s you, yer Honour, ’tis a pleasure—go right ahead, sir!”

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Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVIII, Issue 198, 4 August 1928, Page 14

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THE ROTTEN BRIDGE Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVIII, Issue 198, 4 August 1928, Page 14

THE ROTTEN BRIDGE Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVIII, Issue 198, 4 August 1928, Page 14