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It is to be a great Rail Road Station, Central Point, Half Way house &c. &c. Every thing on a tall scale. It was the roughest wildest little hole you could imagine. They say nothing but a Rail Road even could have got there! That comes twisting along down the irregular, almost perpendicular banks of Millers River which rattles along its rocky ragged bed under it. At Grouts they dig into the high hills & scatter the Earth about to make a wide plain of as irregular a place as you ever saw to make Depots Freight & Engine Houses &c. &c. The greatest trouble is now, every body must be there to work, and there is no place for them to live hardly. The Irish of course can stick up their shanties any where: but all the Masons, Carpenters, Bridge builders, &c. &c. won't do so. The Tavern where I board, the celebrated "Grout House", might perhaps accommodate twenty very comfortably. It has perhaps fifty regular Boarders. transients almost innumerable. The Dining Room holds fifteen! If you are in the Entry next it when the Bell rings, and rush, you may get something to eat within the first half hour otherwise patience. The Landlord reckons up in the morning how many slept on the floor that night, - so many in this room, so many in that, &c.! However, being "the Engineer," I get along pretty comfortably. One large for that house room is set apart as "Rail Road Office", filled of course with Drawing tables, books, plans &c. In that room I sleep in one bed; my assistants, two good fellows in another. As for spending the Sabbath there I could not think of it, & come up to Northfield From "Grouts'" diverges a Branch Rail Road to Greenfield, just begun building. I am employed considerable of the time on that. The Main Road will soon be complete: & I should have left: but coming here on the Branch, they will want me to stay all winter, perhaps longer. For advancement in Engineering I do not know as circumstances could favor me any more than they have & do.