The next morning I left the Doctor to his own affairs, and agreed to meet him at the hotel at two o’clock. My first proceeding was to go to the Post Office, 51, Liberty Street, to get any letters awaiting me there; then I went to No. 2, Bowling Green, at the bottom of Broadway, the residence of the French consul, M. le Baron Gauldrée Boilleau, who received me very kindly. From here I made my way to cash a draft at Hoffman’s; lastly, I went to No. 25, Thirty-sixth Street, where resided Mrs. R——, Fabian’s sister. I was impatient to get news of Ellen and my two friends; and here I learnt that, following the Doctor’s advice, Mrs. R——, Fabian, and Corsican had left New York, taking with them the young lady, thinking that the air and quiet of the country might have a beneficial effect on her. A line from Captain Corsican informed me of this sudden departure. The kind fellow had been to Fifth Avenue Hotel without meeting me, but he promised to keep me acquainted with their whereabouts. They thought of stopping at the first place that attracted Ellen’s attention, and, staying there as long as the charm lasted; he hoped that I should not leave without bidding them a last farewell. Yes, were it but for a few hours, I should be happy to see Ellen, Fabian, and Corsican once again. But such are the drawbacks of travelling, hurried as I was, they gone and I going, each our separate ways, it seemed hardly likely I should see them again.
At two o’clock I returned to the hotel, and found the Doctor in the bar-room, which was full of people. It is a public hall, where travellers and passers-by mingled together, finding gratis iced-water, biscuits, and cheese.
“Well, Doctor,” said I, “when shall we start?”
“At six o’clock this evening.”
“Shall we take the Hudson railroad?”
“No; the ‘St. John;’ a wonderful steamer, another world—a ‘Great Eastern’ of the river, one of those admirable locomotive engines which go along with a will. I should have preferred showing you the Hudson by daylight, but the ‘St. John’ only goes at night. To-morrow, at five o’clock in the morning, we shall be at Albany. At six o’clock we shall take the New York Central Railroad, and in the evening we shall sup at Niagara Falls.”
I did not discuss the Doctor’s programme, but accepted it willingly.
The hotel lift hoisted us to our rooms, and some minutes later we descended with our tourist knapsacks. A fly took us in a quarter of an hour to the pier on the Hudson, before which was the “St. John,” the chimneys of which were already crowned with wreaths of smoke.
CHAPTER XXXVI.
The “St. John,” and its sister ship, the “Dean Richmond,” are two of the finest steam-ships on the river. They are buildings rather than boats; terraces rise one above another, with galleries and verandahs. One would almost have thought it was a gardener’s floating plantation. There are twenty flag-staffs, fastened with iron tressings, which consolidate the whole building. The two enormous paddle-boxes are painted al fresco, like the tympans in the Church of St. Mark, at Venice. Behind each wheel rises the chimney of the two boilers, the latter placed outside, instead of in the hull of the steam-ship, a good precaution in case of explosion. In the centre, between the paddles, is the machinery, which is very simple, consisting only of a single cylinder, a piston worked by a long cross-beam, which rises and falls like the monstrous hammer of a forge, and a single crank, communicating the movement to the axles of the massive wheels.