Authors: Brad Strickland
Lewis heard something behind him. A dry, rustling sound, like crackly old paper being slowly crunched. A hoarse, wheezing
sound, as if something were breathing its last. Rose Rita looked over his shoulder toward the barn. She clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide and filled with terror
Feeling as if his heart were climbing right into his mouth, Lewis forced himself to turn
Something was trying to walk from the ruined old barn
Something big and gray and lurching
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JOHN BELLAIRS'S Lewis Barnavelt in
by Edward Gorey
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The beast under the wizard's bridge / by Brad Strickland; Frontispiece by Edward Gorey.
Based on the characters of John Bellairs
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Summary: Lewis Barnavelt tries to avert disaster when the destruction of an old bridge threatens to release a diabolical force, the legacy of a long-dead evil magician.
[1. MagicâFiction. 2. SupernaturalâFiction. 3. WizardsâFiction.]
I. Title: Beast under the wizard's bridge. II. Bellairs, John. III. Title.
PZ7.S8545 Jo 2000 [Fic]âdc21 99-087016
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For many months Lewis Barnavelt had been worried. It all started when his uncle Jonathan looked up from the evening paper one snowy February afternoon. “Well,” Uncle Jonathan had said softly, “the fools have done it. Progress is coming to Capharnaum County.” He tossed the paper aside with a snort of disgust.
Lewis had been lying on his stomach in front of the Barnavelts' TV set, a nifty Zenith Stratosphere that had a round screen like a porthole. He pushed himself up from the prickly brown carpet and looked away from the Hopalong Cassidy cowboy movie to glance at Jonathan Barnavelt. “What's wrong?” asked Lewis.
His uncle, a heavyset, gentle man with red hair and a red beard streaked with white, shook his head. He put his thumbs in the pockets of his vest and frowned. “Oh,
forget I said anything. Probably nothing.” He wouldn't talk about it anymore.
Later that evening Lewis looked through the paper for a clue to what was bothering his uncle. He found an article on page three that might be it. The headline read
COUNTY TO REPLACE BRIDGE
. The story said that concerned citizens had complained about the old bridge over Wilder Creek. The county authorities had decided that the iron bridge was too narrow and in need of expensive repairs. Therefore, the county was going to replace the aging structure with a modern concrete one. That bothered Lewis almost as much as it seemed to bother his uncle.
Lewis was a stocky kid with blond hair and a round moon face. He had been born in Wisconsin, and for the first nine years of his life he had lived in a town outside of Milwaukee. Then his mother and father both died in a terrible car crash, and Lewis had come to live with his uncle Jonathan in the town of New Zebedee, Michigan.
For a little while Lewis had been lonely and miserable. He was also a bit afraid of his uncleâbut only at first. Soon he learned that Jonathan was a sorcerer whose magic was real. He could create wonderful three-dimensional illusions. And their neighbor Mrs. Florence Zimmermann was an honest-to-goodness witch. A wrinkly-faced, laughing, sprightly good witch who also happened to be a fabulous cook.
As time passed, Lewis grew to feel at home in New Zebedee. Now it was the 1950's, and Lewis and his best
friend, Rose Rita Pottinger, were in junior high school. In many ways, Lewis remained timid and unsure of himself. Rose Rita called him a worrywart because his active imagination always pictured the very worst that could happen to him.
And yet, together with Rose Rita, Uncle Jonathan, and Mrs. Zimmermann, Lewis had shared some pretty frightening adventures. Still, he especially dreaded change of any kind. Maybe this was because of everything that had happened in his life after the death of his parents. Or maybe, as Uncle Jonathan had said one day, Lewis was just naturally conservative and liked his life to remain comfortably the same from day to day.
Whatever the reason, any little alteration bothered Lewis. When Uncle Jonathan had all the wallpaper in their house at 100 High Street replaced, Lewis had been fidgety for weeks. Later, when Uncle Jonathan had given up smoking his stinky pipes on a dare from Mrs. Zimmermann (who then had to give up her crooked little cigars), Lewis actually missed the odor.
And now the news that the county was going to replace the bridge over Wilder Creek depressed Lewis and made him jumpy. Of course, he had other reasons too.