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. [Illustration: (_Moody Photo_) Look out--stand back! Here comes a freight train, cuffing the wind up Mt. Urann with the little red kiboose lurching and swaying behind. ] [Illustration: (_Hosmer Photo_) The switch by the little reservoir, where trains may go left through the grove, or around the curve through the woods to Edaville. No. 7 is about to swing through the switch for the climb up the hill. ] All set? Then take a look at this Plymouth: all right, isn’t she? Mr. Atwood bought her up to Quincy a year or so ago. Alec MacLellan, a railroad fan, told him about her. You should have seen her then: about the sorriest little mill you could imagine. No cab, no bell, no nothing. Mr. Atwood’s crew took over and, patterning their dream-engine after those big he-Plymouths, they built her into this trim little cock-sparrow! For real economy she puffs black all over the ledger. Will haul two or three cars like nobody’s business; will do shifting and light work as well as a steam engine. One man can run her without continually getting down to tend his fire. Has her limit, of course; but she weighs only four tons. There: the work train’s going out; the passenger is hauling up to the depot to swap passengers for her next trip; I think that No. 4 is going out around the Edaville loop into the station that way. Why don’t we ride in on her? [Illustration: (_Moody Photo_) John Holt and Charlie Smith have invaded the sacred precincts of pullman cars by bringing the sooty freight train right into Edaville station--and see the crowd stare! ] [Illustration: