Hobo Jungle
Nice shots. That Berk--I remember now. I almost bought one when I first got into the hobby. I bought the MTH Hudson instead, which I sold after my first 3rd Rail brass. Actually, I started with the MTH Blue Comet set. The local hobby shop cheated me so badly that I sold the thing. Mad me mad to look at it. It was an early lesson in this hobby about greed. I wish 3rd Rail would do a Comet, but the the damn cars would be too expensive.
A brass scale Comet set would be nice, but it looks like I'm going to need to figure out how to spring for a pair of those K-Line Mikes right away - one to keep stock and one to get the Monon treatment. What I need is a couple of great Hemi or Yenko cars I can shoot and sell quickly! Thanks for putting my shots up, Jon. I REALLY like that engine...
Flirtin' with disaster...
Daisy, Some info on Noah:
Nov. 8-11
Chattock--Big Dam. Up at 4:30--Breakfast at Dawn. I go and skin a bear's head and salt the hide. And then walk 7 miles up Old River Trail. A Bob cat hang on pine limb at Rightmyer. 2 large bucks hang Camp Seward. I see a large deer in Cold River at mouth of Seward Brook.
At Cold River Town Hall. Big Dam. I clean camp--make new bed....I drive out mice and set a trap. I look over my city streets --Cold River.
I boil bear's head. I pick up fallen Wigwam. I wait for Air Plane to bring supplies--no come.
Nov. 25, 1950
Cold River--Ampersand Pond. Cloudy and fierce wind. Snow all gone.
I recanvas Town Hall roof where wind raise hell. I find gallon glass jug full of sugar hid since 1934....Hunting Season close.
Nov. 8-11
Chattock--Big Dam. Up at 4:30--Breakfast at Dawn. I go and skin a bear's head and salt the hide. And then walk 7 miles up Old River Trail. A Bob cat hang on pine limb at Rightmyer. 2 large bucks hang Camp Seward. I see a large deer in Cold River at mouth of Seward Brook.
At Cold River Town Hall. Big Dam. I clean camp--make new bed....I drive out mice and set a trap. I look over my city streets --Cold River.
I boil bear's head. I pick up fallen Wigwam. I wait for Air Plane to bring supplies--no come.
Nov. 25, 1950
Cold River--Ampersand Pond. Cloudy and fierce wind. Snow all gone.
I recanvas Town Hall roof where wind raise hell. I find gallon glass jug full of sugar hid since 1934....Hunting Season close.
Until the end of the decade Noah John made periodic visits to Cold River City. On November 24, 1950, a great wind ripped through the Adirondacks, and the devastation was so great that the forest was closed to the public for the next three years. Having found a new career, at least temporarily, Noah John did not return to the woods he knew so well. For a few years he traveled around to sportsmen's shows and worked at Frontiertown and at the North Pole in Wilmington, New York, as a substitute Santa Claus. For a time he made all the money he needed, but later he went on welfare. He died in 1967 at age 84, and "has been dead ever since," as he would say. He's buried at the North Elba Cemetery in Lake Placid. On the abandoned site at Cold River, the Conservation Department erected a sign bearing his name.
What A Life!! And it appears he did'nt miss with the ladies,either!! 
His trousers are made of buckskin which has tanned. He also wears a vest of buckskin complete with pockets! Even the smallest of pieces are fitted into this vest - not one is wasted - and the needlework would vie with grandmother's pieced quilt! On state occasions The Hermit wears a long fringe of deerskin around his neck and waist and swishes as he walks. His most unique possession is a fishing bag which he slings over his shoulder. The bag is made of an unseamed deer neck and, as he says, "I'd like to see any fish get out of that bag!"
The costume, the surroundings, scarcely account for the kindly face that greets one. In spite of Mr. Rondeau's heavy gray-streaked, black beard, he is a "handsome" gentleman. Piercing, brown eyes sparkle from a long pointed face, and almost hidden lips twitch with a humorist's smile. He is kindly of heart, gracious of manner, merry of disposition and well leavened with humor. His love of beauty and the little things that go to make up life is evidenced by a wee plot of wild daisies that he has transplanted under the eaves of his cabin.
His trousers are made of buckskin which has tanned. He also wears a vest of buckskin complete with pockets! Even the smallest of pieces are fitted into this vest - not one is wasted - and the needlework would vie with grandmother's pieced quilt! On state occasions The Hermit wears a long fringe of deerskin around his neck and waist and swishes as he walks. His most unique possession is a fishing bag which he slings over his shoulder. The bag is made of an unseamed deer neck and, as he says, "I'd like to see any fish get out of that bag!"
The costume, the surroundings, scarcely account for the kindly face that greets one. In spite of Mr. Rondeau's heavy gray-streaked, black beard, he is a "handsome" gentleman. Piercing, brown eyes sparkle from a long pointed face, and almost hidden lips twitch with a humorist's smile. He is kindly of heart, gracious of manner, merry of disposition and well leavened with humor. His love of beauty and the little things that go to make up life is evidenced by a wee plot of wild daisies that he has transplanted under the eaves of his cabin.
Amalie, book is here. Thanks for the extras. Nice to know there are generous people left on this planet. I just glanced, but the book is really something special. The streamliner color section is stunning. Good graphic design too. Yours? More after I get a chance to study.
Jon? Are we getting a Berk arrival countdown?
Jon? Are we getting a Berk arrival countdown?
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