Gosh! Here it is Six-thirty; they’re backing the _Sunset Special_ in. Maybe Mr. Atwood would like to show you those pictures of old two-footers in the few minutes that are left. I see he’s finished his steamed clams now. Guess I’ll mosey onto the platform and see who’s in the crowd. Always hoped Kilroy might be here sometime! [Illustration: (_Moody Photo_) The first 2-foot gauge enginette in America, Bedford & Billerica “Ariel” No. 1. You see her here as Sandy River No. 1 less a monstrous smokestack and goldleaf filigree. ] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Appendix You’d think I’d written a five-foot shelf of books instead of a small travel-guide pamphlet, if Forewords, Introductions, and Appendixes are any criteria. This is how it seems to stew out though, so it’s how you’ll have to take it. Keep cool! Lots of you won’t be interested in this Appendix. It’s designed for the fellers who’re more or less railroad minded and thirst for technical details. It’s a brief critique about the gears and rods that made the wheels go round, during those hectic, vortical years. A cursory account of engines and cars and mileage that made up the Edaville’s immediate predecessors. Here again we’ll have to condense the facts in favor of space. To include a really comprehensive _expose_ of these historical lines--locomotive rosters and dimensions, car measurements and classifications, capitalizations, earnings and expenses, and blow-by-blow reports of the septuagenary rise and fall, as well as scale-drawings for model fans--would be a book in itself, and a family-Bible size at that. No one but the most serious students of railroad lore would read beyond the title page. Let’s try to jam a lot into a few pages here. EDAVILLE RAILROAD Just when the Edaville was conceived is a risky guess. Maybe in 1941 when the moribund B. & S. R. prodded Mr. Atwood’s imagination. Maybe forty years ago when, as a lanky young feller, he mused on the pleasure of owning something better than rickety sections of portable track and tiny one-yard dumpcars. He did something about it in 1941, anyway. They were busting up the Bridgton road. He bought the biggest part of it. Wars came. You couldn’t call your soul your own unless it was kept out of sight. Without an AA-12-PDQ-RSVP-1/2 priority there was no such thing as moving things by freight, and these coveted ratings weren’t being handed out to move narrow gauge railroads from Maine to South Carver. Unless they moved into the Community Scrap Drive, and I never understood how this one escaped those zealous patriots. [Illustration: