Mount Washington Cog Railway | Yankee Classic
Those who love the Cog — including Ellen Teague who, with her husband Arthur (no relation to Henry), managed, then owned and operated the railway from 1951 to 1983 — worry about the train’s survival. They get emotional when they talk about it. “That railroad is like a zipper in the side of Mount Washington,” says Bray. “If you take it down, the mountain is going to bleed to death in sorrow.”
Today as we reach the bottom, despite the weather, another line of passengers waits patiently to ride. Cameras flash. Children point. The train halts and we set foot on steady ground. For minutes afterwards, I feel like I am still aboard the moving train. Late in the afternoon, after the last tourist has left, after the last train has descended, a silence hangs over Marshfield Base Station. Six little engines stand steaming, their primitive souls silent except for the hiss of escaping steam. A lone figure walks down the track toward the shop, pauses, as if listening, then disappears into the dusk.