For the necessary time,
the rope carried the New York wound.
The river and the tall gallant were joined.
A traveler stretched on a day in August.
Farrington–the master mechanic of Niagara–
set out to show that it was easy if you only thought so.
He shot the traveler,
while a million people craned their necks,
from the streets, and docks,
and housetops, and boats along the river,
and swallowed hard at their hearts.
The cannon tore the air,
the multitudes yelled
that Greater New York was the way.
The above poem is a slightly modified, redacted poem derived from Outspinning the Spider: The Story of Wire and Wire Rope by John Kimberly Mumford. Below is the original text with redaction markings. Click to expand.