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said, with such pulling and hauling, it would be nowhere. We 

 can testify it is there ! 



Yesterday was one of the brightest possible winter days, and at 

 12 o'clock an immense, long train waited half an hour for the 

 City Government, and then started, rolled on over the Calf 

 Pasture by Dorchester, Neponset, Quincy, and Braintree, and 

 gracefully curved ofT upon the new road, which the glorious 

 amphibious people of North Braintree, Weymouth, Hingham, and 

 Cohasset have built for themselves. 



It passes through a populous and thriving country, where chil- 

 dren are abundant, living off the produce of both land and sea. 

 They seem to have curved the road a good deal to suit as many 

 as possible. 



Passing through the ancient hive of Hingham, the folks made 

 us promise to come back and take supper. 



Arrived at Cohasset about half-past two. Cohasset is of itself 

 no small place. It has considerable ground to stand upon, be- 

 sides the water beyond it. We saw two churches, many snug 

 houses, multitudes of people. Probably some, by permission of 

 their mothers, came from Hull. 



At Cohasset is a spacious car house, some two or three hun- 

 dred feet long, the whole of which was converted into a sort of 

 summer bower, with evergreens for foliage and red and white 

 bunting for blossoms. Two long tables were bountifully spread, 

 and the crowd passed in without let or hindrance. 



We should guess there were at least one thousand, perhaps 

 more. After an air from the fine Weymouth Brass Band and the 

 invocation of a blessing,* the eatables were attended to. 



We must not forget to mention that besides a most bountiful 

 and various cold collation, with hot coffee, there was a hogshead 

 or two of chowder, piping hot, ladled out. 



As Daniel Webster was not on hand for the responsible service 

 of superintending the chowder pot, our friend John Wright, of 

 Exchange Street, had performed that duty. This does not argue 

 that Cohasset people do not themselves make chowder. They 

 look as if they did. 



The president of the road, Mr. Alfred C. Hersey, opened the 



* By Rev. Joseph Osgood. 



