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It was a lovely ride under the deep blue sky above the wooded hills and it made one mighty glad to be alive. Going into Rutland we passed "Foot O' the Mountains" tourist cottage camp at Mendess where we spent the night after the thunder storm last summer en route to Shanty Shane.

At Proctor we found Mr. Keefe and had a very pleasant chat with him before lunch, taking him to lunch with us. He is a small stocky unassuming man about 45, superintendent of the Company's road, Clarenden and Pittsford, a rickety back woods, rugged line between the various quarries and mills. It didn't take me long to decide it was no fit application for our standard industrial type diesels and I was surprised to find some 12 miles or more of line because Neil had said it was a switching job. So that phase of it was a bit disappointing but as an experience it was fascinating.

After lunch, Keefe drove us around the property and stopped at the West Rutland plant. We saw a rather large hole across the tracks and he took us over to it. As we approached we saw it was deeper until we stood at the edge and almost gasped to find a yawning chasm 200 ft. deep and railroad tracks surrounded by ice in the bottom. It was one of the quarries and went underground from there some 2000 ft under the hill.

Then he took us up to the most active quarry