by B&M 1227
Driving back to school on Rt 67 today, I noticed two scrap cars on the new siding in White Creek NY, adjacent to the old Bennington Paperboard plant. I drove by frequently in early December and never spotted any cars there.
Did we ever hear a music sweeter than the one that thrills, as it floats along the Deerfield, as it echoes o'er the hills.-E. A. Fitch
How we watch that little engine as it stalks across the plain; was there ever music sweeter, was there ever sight completer, than the coming of the train?
