# Floating City (1904)/Chapter 39

CHAPTER XXXIX.
Some minutes later we were descending a long flight of steps on the Canadian side, which led to the banks of the river, covered with huge sheets of ice. Here a boat was waiting to take us to "America." One passenger had already taken his place in it. He was an engineer from Kentucky, and acquainted the Doctor with his name and profession. We embarked without loss of time, and by dint of steering, so as to avoid the blocks of ice, reached the middle of the river, where the current offered a clear passage. From here we had a last view of the magnificent Niagara cataract. Our companion observed it with a thoughtful air.
"Is it not grand, sir? Is it not magnificent?" said I to him.
"Yes," replied he; "but what a waste of mechanical force, and what a mill might be turned with such a fall as that!"
​Never did I feel more inclined to pitch an engineer into the water!
On the other bank a small and almost vertical railroad, worked by a rope on the American side, hoisted us to the top. At half-past one we took the express, which put us down at Buffalo at a quarter past two. After visiting this large new town, and tasting the water of Lake Erie, we again took the New York Central Railway at six o'clock in the evening. The next day, on leaving the comfortable beds of a "sleeping car," we found ourselves at Albany and the Hudson Railroad, which runs along the left bank of the river, brought us to New York a few hours later.
The next day, the 15th of April, in company with the indefatigable Doctor, I went over the city, East River, and Brooklyn. In the evening I bade farewell to the good Dean Pitferge, and I felt, in leaving him, that I left a friend.
Tuesday, the 16th of April, was the day fixed for the departure of the "Great Eastern." At eleven o'clock I went to Thirty-seventh pier, where the tender was to await the passengers. It was already filled with people and luggage when I embarked. Just as the tender was leaving the quay some one caught hold of my arm, and turning round I saw Dr. Pitferge.
"You!" I cried; "and are you going back to Europe?"
"Yes, my dear sir."
​"By the 'Great Eastern'?"
"Undoubtedly," replied the amiable original, smiling; "I have considered the matter, and have come to the conclusion that I must go. Only think, this may be the 'Great Eastern's' last voyage; the one which she will never complete."
The bell for departure had rung, when one of the waiters from Fifth Avenue Hotel came running up to me, and put a telegram into my hands, dated from Niagara Falls:—"Ellen has awakened; her reason has entirely returned to her," said Captain Corsican, "and the doctor has every hope of her recovery."
I communicated this good news to Dean Pitferge.
"Every hope for her indeed! every hope!" said my fellow-traveller, in a sarcastic tone. "I also have every hope for her, but what good does that do? Any one may have great hopes for you, for me, for all of us, but at the same time he may be just as much wrong as right." . . . .
Twelve days later we reached Brest, and the day following Paris. The return passage was made without any misfortune, to the great displeasure of Dean Pitferge, who always expected to see the great ship wrecked.
And now, when I am sitting at my own table, if I had not my daily notes before me, I should think that the "Great Eastern," that floating city in which I lived for a month, the meeting of Ellen and Fabian, the peerless Niagara, all ​these were the visions of a dream. Ah! how delightful is travelling, "even when one does return," in spite of what the Doctor may say to the contrary.
For eight months I heard nothing of my original, but one day the post brought me a letter, covered with many-coloured stamps, which began with these words:—
"On board the 'Corinquay,' Auckland Rocks. At last we have been shipwrecked."
And ended thus:—
"Was never in better health.
"Very heartily yours,
"Dean Pitferge."
END OF "A FLOATING CITY."