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marble. One reddish piece of imported Italian marble was being sliced into thin slabs by 50 odd saws. We inquired how long it took to saw through one of these 5 ft. thick blocks. Bresnaham checked the record on the wall and said this one had been going since May 21st, and it was about half way through! The saws have no teeth, being simply long bands of alloy steel which rub back and forth in a mixture of sand and water for abrasion. Bresnahan came back from the finishing mill with his switch lists and handed us a small package. "There's a few samples of polished marble I got for you." he said. I thought it was darned nice of him. When we opened them at the hotel, we found three of the most beautiful little pieces of polished marble I've ever seen - one green, one white, and one cream and white. I took the latter, and Neil the first two since I had the green ashtray.

After lunch, we studied the map and profiles in Keefe's office (he was out in the woods surveying today) and then drove to Florence at the at the north end to look things over. The railroad was almost lost in the weeds and woods at spots but was used just the same. Track terrible, grades terrific. Then we went back to Rutland checked out and started for Montpelier.
Got talking about Roy Goggin on way back. He is bothered now by shrapnel in his knee they never got out - calcium forms around it. Neil says Roy

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