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car trains stop here and we have to get on behind them and give 'em a boost over the hill, which is about 2 miles long and they get up to 25 or 30 MPH in the sag near the last nubble." I was ready to leave right then but we went out in Mr. Priest's Lincoln Zephyr (of which he was very proud - said he'd been up to 94 MPH in it and when he stepped on the accelerator up there, it jerked his neck bad) and looked over the layout. After that we retired gracefully and left for Portland, where we picked up some profile information and saw Ray Moore and Mr. Wood before starting for Boston.

Wood is Supt. of the Western Division of the Maine Central and a man over 60 near retirement. He is a very fine looking man and remarkably well spoken; I doubt if he is an up-from-the-ranks railroader. His calm, fair way of discussing his problems, especially labor, impressed me immensely. There was no passion, no swearing - just a serious rather concerned attitude about the whole thing. I like to see a man like that. It's worth remembering.

At Portsmouth, the Kittery Bridge was up and I thought the boat approaching looked familiar. It was the Sightseer! It was headed for Shoals with some youngsters sitting up in the bow just as I was for the first time sixteen years ago! What memories it revived. It is fruitless to try to put them all down in here. I can refer to another journal for those days. But they were very precious days and their memory will live as long as I do.

We had dinner at Wolfe Tavern in Newburyport. After a couple of ales and the presence of a couple of rather flashy looking women nearby, Neal was all

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