Cast Up By the Sea

It’s the Story

In 1921, the Table Rock Argus carried this curious story.

Tuesday morning, there drifted into Table Rock a quiet man who stopped at the bridge between upper and lower town, and after looking around for a time, he climbed over the railing on the north side of the bridge and began digging in the dirt.

After a while he took some of the dirt and with water from the creek mixed a lump of mud; this lump h…