Hang on! This tipcart doesn’t ride like Rangeley No. 9. She should make a dandy picture back there—smoke rolling up over the pitch-pines and the three varnished cars glittering in the sun. See ’em swing through that reverse curve!
See this big iron along here? Seventy-five pound steel, biggest ever laid in two-foot track. Proportionately it’s equivalent to about two-hundred pound rail in wide gauge track: heavier than anything made yet.
Getting some good shots? I hope the reflections in the water show up clear; reservoir’s like a mirror.
Take a quick peek over 'cross there: that’s Plantation Center station, on the line we just went up over. Remember? The two lines are hardly a hundred yards apart right here. Sometime Mr. Atwood may lay a connecting track across this dike. Only a stone’s throw. Notice this big fill here: all new grade across the corner of the swamp. Kind of sags in the middle; will be filled and raised sometime. See No. 7 puffing up out of there!
Look: we’re beside the canal now. There’s the grove and yard ahead. We’re coming in on that line I told you about—from across the canal.
There’s the work train’s smoke. She came in ahead of us and it looks to me like No. 4 engine is out there too. Where could she have been when we left town?
Take it easy: I’m trying to stop this jalopy. We’re back in the yards again. Quite an array of power, eh? No. 7; the work train; No. 4 engine; the railbus which beat us down from the Ball Park; and there’s even little Plymouth No. 14 with a string of bog dumpcars. You couldn’t get so much action short of North Station.
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Look out—stand back! Here comes a freight train, cuffing the wind up Mt. Urann with the little red kiboose lurching and swaying behind.