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Chapter 20—I Find Ellen’s Hiding Place
Chapter 20—I Find Ellen’s Hiding Place From Thursday night to Saturday the Great Eastern was crossing the Gulf Stream, the water of which is of a dark color, the surface of the current forcing its way against the waters of the Atlantic, is even slightly convex. It is, in fact, a river running between two liquid shores, and one of the largest in the world, for it reduces the sss and Mississipi to mere brooks in comparison. This day, the 5th of April, began with a magnificent sunrise, the waves glittered, and a warm southwest wind was wafted through the rigging. It was the beginning of the fine weather; the sun, which had clothed the fields of the continentjwith verdure, caused fresh costumes to bloom on board. Vegetation is sometimes behind-hand, but fashion never. Soon the Boulevards, fi
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