FIRST PART
CHAPTER 3: As Master Wishes
 (continued)
The hotel elevator dropped us off in the main vestibule on the mezzanine.
 I went down a short stair leading to the ground floor.
 I settled my bill at that huge counter that was always under siege
 by a considerable crowd.  I left instructions for shipping my containers
 of stuffed animals and dried plants to Paris, France.  I opened a line
 of credit sufficient to cover the babirusa and, Conseil at my heels,
 I jumped into a carriage. 
For a fare of twenty francs, the vehicle went down Broadway
 to Union Square, took Fourth Ave. to its junction with Bowery St.,
 turned into Katrin St. and halted at Pier 34.  There the Katrin ferry
 transferred men, horses, and carriage to Brooklyn, that great New York
 annex located on the left bank of the East River, and in a few
 minutes we arrived at the wharf next to which the Abraham Lincoln
 was vomiting torrents of black smoke from its two funnels. 
Our baggage was immediately carried to the deck of the frigate.
 I rushed aboard.  I asked for Commander Farragut.  One of the sailors led
 me to the afterdeck, where I stood in the presence of a smart-looking
 officer who extended his hand to me. 
"Professor Pierre Aronnax?" he said to me. 
"The same," I replied.  "Commander Farragut?" 
"In person.  Welcome aboard, professor.  Your cabin is waiting for you." 
I bowed, and letting the commander attend to getting under way,
 I was taken to the cabin that had been set aside for me. 
The Abraham Lincoln had been perfectly chosen and fitted out
 for its new assignment.  It was a high-speed frigate furnished
 with superheating equipment that allowed the tension of its steam
 to build to seven atmospheres.  Under this pressure the Abraham Lincoln
 reached an average speed of 18.3 miles per hour, a considerable
 speed but still not enough to cope with our gigantic cetacean. 
The frigate's interior accommodations complemented its nautical virtues.
 I was well satisfied with my cabin, which was located in the stern
 and opened into the officers' mess. 
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