How wide is it?"
"That's one hundred and twenty-three to one hundred and
seventy-one feet wide on the surface, and seventy-five feet wide
at the bottom. Of course there are some places," Grant added,
"when it runs into a lake or a pond where it is a good deal wider
than that. But as far as the digging is concerned that's the
width."
"Is it deeper than the Erie Canal?"
"Yes, sir. The Erie Canal is about seven feet deep and the new
one is about twelve feet deep. It's going to be deep enough to
take in boats of three thousand tons."
As soon as their breakfast had been eaten, and a fresh supply of
gasoline had been obtained, once more in high spirits the boys
started in their swift motor-boat.
Their experience with the canal-men now was only a memory and
they could well afford to laugh at what had been said and done.
"That's what you get for having us stop in a place such as you
picked out, Peewee," said George. "There's no accounting for the
tastes of some people. Now, I never should have selected that
place."
"You can believe me, I'll never select it again," answered Fred,
so soberly that his friends all laughed. "Once is enough and
forever. I didn't believe there could be such a place in the
whole of New York State."
"Well, you know now there is," said John, "and so do the rest of
us. We don't stop again without knowing something of the hotel in
which we are to stay.
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