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latter dressed to kill! The first comment on Tarzan Jr. was made by the brakeman who snorted, "How many loads yuh think yer gonna pull with this god damned thing!" Well, we did a fine job - except pulling the drags from the Hole up to the upper yard and that had the motors smoking. We had to split our drags both times to avoid damage. Neil and I tramped around the yards in the blizzard under the floodlights taking data and we got a complete record of Tarzan Jr's. activities tonight. It was a sight to see Tarzan Jr. batting around the Hole in the floodlights. The snow coming down hard and sparkling, the light and shadow on the cars of milk and granite ("rock") and coal, and in the midst of it the yard office with the warm yellow light in its windows and the boys gaping out the window at the way tiny Tarzan was whacking them out! I got a great thrill out of it. We were at it until after 1:30 AM when I had to beat it for the train.

I was afraid we'd miss the train for a while. The lock on Neil's car was frozen and we fussed and fumed at it for what seemed like an eternity, while I worried lest he break off the key. Then we made a wrong turn and missed the depot completely, winding up on top of a mountain! But as those thing's usually go, we had ten minutes to spare after getting to the Wells River depot and I climbed aboard a snow laden Canadian Pacific sleeper at 2:20 AM and into an upper berth and was soon fast asleep. It was a very, very interesting and full day. The kind one likes to live. Was mighty glad I came up here to get this story first hand.