These are new bogs he’s building; started ’em last year. Aren’t the pitch-pines pretty along the shore there? This ride down the east side is better scenery than we got coming up. Nights this whole shoreline is twinkling with little bug-lights where people are fishing for bass; come from miles around. Sunset Vista’s about a mile down here. They called it Ridge Hill before the railroad came. Mr. and Mrs. Atwood used to come out here and sit in their Packard to watch the sunset. They enjoyed it. Said it was so restful and quiet. Must have been kind of a sacrifice, too, when they gave it up so others could enjoy it. Certainly is nothing restful nor quiet around here now, since everyone and their inlaws took it over for sunset picnics. Trains drop ’em off late in the afternoon and pick them up again along in the evening. There’s even talk of band concerts. It’s here that the Atwoods will probably have their big Christmas pageant this year--but maybe I’m letting the tabby out of the bag. Well, we’re almost there. He’ll stop, because that work train is out ahead of us. [Illustration: (_Moody Photo_) The Edaville has everything the B. & A. has got: speeding passenger trains, grade crossings, and camera-minded girls who take pictures of it! ] How did No. 7 ride? Like it? Ever on a midget engine before? You said awhile ago that you wanted to take some pictures. Movie camera? Good! Here’s what we can do: one of Mr. Atwood’s pickup trucks is here at Sunset Vista. We can take it and run ahead of the train to Edaville, about a mile. Want to? The railroad and Mr. Atwood’s auto road are side by side along the foot of the reservoir. All right: you climb in back of the pickup and get your Hell & Bowell flicker-box ready for action. I’ll keep just far enough ahead so you can shoot the whole train. Ready? [Illustration: (_Hosmer Photo_) In the quiet shade of the pine grove No. 7 backs sleepily onto her train, ready for the daily grind again. ] 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.