Right ahead now is the switch where the loop swings off to the station. Right here--see! Pretty piece of track, isn’t it? Winding up through those woods with sunlight and shadows playing across the rails. Over here--see all those timbers? They’re old ties the New Haven took out of their Cape lines. All creosoted and mostly hard wood. The New Haven and the Boston & Maine have been pretty good about helping the Edaville, and Mr. Atwood bought those ties for less money than the Maine cedar’s cost. He saws ’em in two and gets a couple of four foot, three inch ties from each one. Makes wonderful track for these mites to run on. [Illustration: (_Moody Photo_) A track crew, under the supervision of Foreman Hatch (third from left), keeps the section clean. ] We’re skirting the little Number One reservoir now. Cranberry bogs must have plenty of water. Mr. Atwood has a system of ditches and canals, controlled by floodgate-thingamajigs, that supply quick water to any or all his bogs. This flooding may be for pest control or, in the late fall, to cover berries as a frost protection. Remember how we often hear radio reports in late September or October, telling what temperatures can be expected on the cranberry bogs tonight? Run some water in ’em and old Jack Frost is frustrated! More gates drain it off quickly when the danger’s past. This country is flat. All the water must be pumped into these reservoirs from some pond or river. His pumping-station is up beyond the Ball Park; two or three big electric pumps. I forget how many million gallons these reservoirs hold. Enough to get you all wet, anyway. Pretty along here; brown sand and blue water and green woods. We think the narrow gauge railroad adds a lot to the charm, too. We’re blowing for Plantation Center now. Will stop there probably. Want to get off a minute? The Atwoods are strong for landscaping; keep all their grounds so neat and attractive. [Illustration: (_Moody Photo_) Big Lorain-40 shovel ready to load sand. ] There: this is the western side of the big, eighteen hundred acre loop; track runs a couple of miles along the west bounds of Mr. Atwood’s property and past several of the sand-piles and bogs. Bogs must be sprinkled with an inch of sand every winter to keep their bed in proper trim and to combat weeds and bugs. Sand also radiates heat to prevent the vines from freezing in our cold New England winters. While vines may freeze into the ice without harming ’em they mustn’t be chilled by the cold wind, if you can figure that one out. Mr. Atwood spreads nearly ten thousand yards of sand each year. He’s got a lot of grit, wouldn’t you say? This big bog--that’s Fourteen Acre; a record breaker. Shells out nearly eighty barrels to the acre!