Where did that pile of sand come from? A mile up the line is his sand-pit. A power shovel loads it onto flatcars and the train hauls it to these different sand piles; there’s seven or eight thousand yards in that pile there. When sanding time comes--but you aren’t interested in all this; you want to see this pocket-edition railroad. [Illustration: (_Atwood Photo_) Berry-pickers swarm over 14-Acre Bog, scooping its 80 barrels per acre. ] Look ’way across the big reservoir there: that’s the railroad coming down the east side. Remember I showed you where it entered the yards just below the station? The smudge of smoke is a work train. We’ll meet ’em either at the Ball Park or the sand pit. [Illustration: (_Atwood Photo_) Loading a train at 14-Acre Bog. Here’s a season when freight trains come before the passenger specials. ] Ball Park? Yes; or more correctly, the _Atwood Athletic Field_. He built a baseball ground, picnic spot, and a few buildings there. Plenty active all summer, too. We’ll be up there shortly now. Incidentally, it’s when we leave the Ball Park that the track swings east and south again to go down the opposite side of this reservoir, where the work train is now. It passes Sunset Vista, winds along the lower end of the reservoir, and finally enters Edaville yard where I pointed it out to you. I guess we’re off again. Can you make it? Isn’t Fourteen Acre a neat looking bog? Not all growers keep their bogs as neat and trim as Mr. Atwood does. Sure, it costs. There’s something satisfying in owning the finest cranberry plantation in the world. When the railroad’s completed and there’s some time to spare he intends to erect signs around the bogs and at different points of interest, explaining about cranberry culture, history, production, and how bogs are built and cared for. Like a self-conducted tour your ride’ll be then. [Illustration: (_Moody Photo_) A passenger train smokes across the dike and along the shores of the big 300-acre reservoir. 60-pound rail from a White Mountain logging road, supported by ex-New Haven ties, makes a wonderful track. ] We’re crossing a corner of undeveloped swamp now: just plain mud and bushes. Potential bog land, though. Clear that jungle off, dig out some of the mud and dump in clean sand, set out the cranberry vines--as you’d plant strawberries or rosebushes--and presto! A new bog.