diff --git "a/around.txt" "b/around.txt"
new file mode 100644--- /dev/null
+++ "b/around.txt"
@@ -0,0 +1,8307 @@
+The Project Gutenberg eBook of Around the World in Eighty Days
+    
+This ebook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and
+most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions
+whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms
+of the Project Gutenberg License included with this ebook or online
+at www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States,
+you will have to check the laws of the country where you are located
+before using this eBook.
+
+Title: Around the World in Eighty Days
+
+Author: Jules Verne
+
+Release date: January 1, 1994 [eBook #103]
+                Most recently updated: October 29, 2024
+
+Language: English
+
+
+
+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS ***
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Around the World in Eighty Days
+
+by Jules Verne
+
+
+Contents
+
+ CHAPTER I. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AND PASSEPARTOUT ACCEPT EACH OTHER, THE ONE AS MASTER, THE OTHER AS MAN
+ CHAPTER II. IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT IS CONVINCED THAT HE HAS AT LAST FOUND HIS IDEAL
+ CHAPTER III. IN WHICH A CONVERSATION TAKES PLACE WHICH SEEMS LIKELY TO COST PHILEAS FOGG DEAR
+ CHAPTER IV. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG ASTOUNDS PASSEPARTOUT, HIS SERVANT
+ CHAPTER V. IN WHICH A NEW SPECIES OF FUNDS, UNKNOWN TO THE MONEYED MEN, APPEARS ON ’CHANGE
+ CHAPTER VI. IN WHICH FIX, THE DETECTIVE, BETRAYS A VERY NATURAL IMPATIENCE
+ CHAPTER VII. WHICH ONCE MORE DEMONSTRATES THE USELESSNESS OF PASSPORTS AS AIDS TO DETECTIVES
+ CHAPTER VIII. IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT TALKS RATHER MORE, PERHAPS, THAN IS PRUDENT
+ CHAPTER IX. IN WHICH THE RED SEA AND THE INDIAN OCEAN PROVE PROPITIOUS TO THE DESIGNS OF PHILEAS FOGG
+ CHAPTER X. IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT IS ONLY TOO GLAD TO GET OFF WITH THE LOSS OF HIS SHOES
+ CHAPTER XI. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG SECURES A CURIOUS MEANS OF CONVEYANCE AT A FABULOUS PRICE
+ CHAPTER XII. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AND HIS COMPANIONS VENTURE ACROSS THE INDIAN FORESTS, AND WHAT ENSUED
+ CHAPTER XIII. IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT RECEIVES A NEW PROOF THAT FORTUNE FAVORS THE BRAVE
+ CHAPTER XIV. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG DESCENDS THE WHOLE LENGTH OF THE BEAUTIFUL VALLEY OF THE GANGES WITHOUT EVER THINKING OF SEEING IT
+ CHAPTER XV. IN WHICH THE BAG OF BANKNOTES DISGORGES SOME THOUSANDS OF POUNDS MORE
+ CHAPTER XVI. IN WHICH FIX DOES NOT SEEM TO UNDERSTAND IN THE LEAST WHAT IS SAID TO HIM
+ CHAPTER XVII. SHOWING WHAT HAPPENED ON THE VOYAGE FROM SINGAPORE TO HONG KONG
+ CHAPTER XVIII. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG, PASSEPARTOUT, AND FIX GO EACH ABOUT HIS BUSINESS
+ CHAPTER XIX. IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT TAKES A TOO GREAT INTEREST IN HIS MASTER, AND WHAT COMES OF IT
+ CHAPTER XX. IN WHICH FIX COMES FACE TO FACE WITH PHILEAS FOGG
+ CHAPTER XXI. IN WHICH THE MASTER OF THE “TANKADERE” RUNS GREAT RISK OF LOSING A REWARD OF TWO HUNDRED POUNDS
+ CHAPTER XXII. IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT FINDS OUT THAT, EVEN AT THE ANTIPODES, IT IS CONVENIENT TO HAVE SOME MONEY IN ONE’S POCKET
+ CHAPTER XXIII. IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT’S NOSE BECOMES OUTRAGEOUSLY LONG
+ CHAPTER XXIV. DURING WHICH MR. FOGG AND PARTY CROSS THE PACIFIC OCEAN
+ CHAPTER XXV. IN WHICH A SLIGHT GLIMPSE IS HAD OF SAN FRANCISCO
+ CHAPTER XXVI. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AND PARTY TRAVEL BY THE PACIFIC RAILROAD
+ CHAPTER XXVII. IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT UNDERGOES, AT A SPEED OF TWENTY MILES AN HOUR, A COURSE OF MORMON HISTORY
+ CHAPTER XXVIII. IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT DOES NOT SUCCEED IN MAKING ANYBODY LISTEN TO REASON
+ CHAPTER XXIX. IN WHICH CERTAIN INCIDENTS ARE NARRATED WHICH ARE ONLY TO BE MET WITH ON AMERICAN RAILROADS
+ CHAPTER XXX. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG SIMPLY DOES HIS DUTY
+ CHAPTER XXXI. IN WHICH FIX, THE DETECTIVE, CONSIDERABLY FURTHERS THE INTERESTS OF PHILEAS FOGG
+ CHAPTER XXXII. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG ENGAGES IN A DIRECT STRUGGLE WITH BAD FORTUNE
+ CHAPTER XXXIII. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG SHOWS HIMSELF EQUAL TO THE OCCASION
+ CHAPTER XXXIV. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AT LAST REACHES LONDON
+ CHAPTER XXXV. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG DOES NOT HAVE TO REPEAT HIS ORDERS TO PASSEPARTOUT TWICE
+ CHAPTER XXXVI. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG’S NAME IS ONCE MORE AT A PREMIUM ON ’CHANGE
+ CHAPTER XXXVII. IN WHICH IT IS SHOWN THAT PHILEAS FOGG GAINED NOTHING BY HIS TOUR AROUND THE WORLD, UNLESS IT WERE HAPPINESS
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AND PASSEPARTOUT ACCEPT EACH OTHER, THE ONE AS
+MASTER, THE OTHER AS MAN
+
+
+Mr. Phileas Fogg lived, in 1872, at No. 7, Saville Row, Burlington
+Gardens, the house in which Sheridan died in 1814. He was one of the
+most noticeable members of the Reform Club, though he seemed always to
+avoid attracting attention; an enigmatical personage, about whom little
+was known, except that he was a polished man of the world. People said
+that he resembled Byron—at least that his head was Byronic; but he was
+a bearded, tranquil Byron, who might live on a thousand years without
+growing old.
+
+Certainly an Englishman, it was more doubtful whether Phileas Fogg was
+a Londoner. He was never seen on ’Change, nor at the Bank, nor in the
+counting-rooms of the “City”; no ships ever came into London docks of
+which he was the owner; he had no public employment; he had never been
+entered at any of the Inns of Court, either at the Temple, or Lincoln’s
+Inn, or Gray’s Inn; nor had his voice ever resounded in the Court of
+Chancery, or in the Exchequer, or the Queen’s Bench, or the
+Ecclesiastical Courts. He certainly was not a manufacturer; nor was he
+a merchant or a gentleman farmer. His name was strange to the
+scientific and learned societies, and he never was known to take part
+in the sage deliberations of the Royal Institution or the London
+Institution, the Artisan’s Association, or the Institution of Arts and
+Sciences. He belonged, in fact, to none of the numerous societies which
+swarm in the English capital, from the Harmonic to that of the
+Entomologists, founded mainly for the purpose of abolishing pernicious
+insects.
+
+Phileas Fogg was a member of the Reform, and that was all.
+
+The way in which he got admission to this exclusive club was simple
+enough.
+
+He was recommended by the Barings, with whom he had an open credit. His
+cheques were regularly paid at sight from his account current, which
+was always flush.
+
+Was Phileas Fogg rich? Undoubtedly. But those who knew him best could
+not imagine how he had made his fortune, and Mr. Fogg was the last
+person to whom to apply for the information. He was not lavish, nor, on
+the contrary, avaricious; for, whenever he knew that money was needed
+for a noble, useful, or benevolent purpose, he supplied it quietly and
+sometimes anonymously. He was, in short, the least communicative of
+men. He talked very little, and seemed all the more mysterious for his
+taciturn manner. His daily habits were quite open to observation; but
+whatever he did was so exactly the same thing that he had always done
+before, that the wits of the curious were fairly puzzled.
+
+Had he travelled? It was likely, for no one seemed to know the world
+more familiarly; there was no spot so secluded that he did not appear
+to have an intimate acquaintance with it. He often corrected, with a
+few clear words, the thousand conjectures advanced by members of the
+club as to lost and unheard-of travellers, pointing out the true
+probabilities, and seeming as if gifted with a sort of second sight, so
+often did events justify his predictions. He must have travelled
+everywhere, at least in the spirit.
+
+It was at least certain that Phileas Fogg had not absented himself from
+London for many years. Those who were honoured by a better acquaintance
+with him than the rest, declared that nobody could pretend to have ever
+seen him anywhere else. His sole pastimes were reading the papers and
+playing whist. He often won at this game, which, as a silent one,
+harmonised with his nature; but his winnings never went into his purse,
+being reserved as a fund for his charities. Mr. Fogg played, not to
+win, but for the sake of playing. The game was in his eyes a contest, a
+struggle with a difficulty, yet a motionless, unwearying struggle,
+congenial to his tastes.
+
+Phileas Fogg was not known to have either wife or children, which may
+happen to the most honest people; either relatives or near friends,
+which is certainly more unusual. He lived alone in his house in Saville
+Row, whither none penetrated. A single domestic sufficed to serve him.
+He breakfasted and dined at the club, at hours mathematically fixed, in
+the same room, at the same table, never taking his meals with other
+members, much less bringing a guest with him; and went home at exactly
+midnight, only to retire at once to bed. He never used the cosy
+chambers which the Reform provides for its favoured members. He passed
+ten hours out of the twenty-four in Saville Row, either in sleeping or
+making his toilet. When he chose to take a walk it was with a regular
+step in the entrance hall with its mosaic flooring, or in the circular
+gallery with its dome supported by twenty red porphyry Ionic columns,
+and illumined by blue painted windows. When he breakfasted or dined all
+the resources of the club—its kitchens and pantries, its buttery and
+dairy—aided to crowd his table with their most succulent stores; he was
+served by the gravest waiters, in dress coats, and shoes with swan-skin
+soles, who proffered the viands in special porcelain, and on the finest
+linen; club decanters, of a lost mould, contained his sherry, his port,
+and his cinnamon-spiced claret; while his beverages were refreshingly
+cooled with ice, brought at great cost from the American lakes.
+
+If to live in this style is to be eccentric, it must be confessed that
+there is something good in eccentricity.
+
+The mansion in Saville Row, though not sumptuous, was exceedingly
+comfortable. The habits of its occupant were such as to demand but
+little from the sole domestic, but Phileas Fogg required him to be
+almost superhumanly prompt and regular. On this very 2nd of October he
+had dismissed James Forster, because that luckless youth had brought
+him shaving-water at eighty-four degrees Fahrenheit instead of
+eighty-six; and he was awaiting his successor, who was due at the house
+between eleven and half-past.
+
+Phileas Fogg was seated squarely in his armchair, his feet close
+together like those of a grenadier on parade, his hands resting on his
+knees, his body straight, his head erect; he was steadily watching a
+complicated clock which indicated the hours, the minutes, the seconds,
+the days, the months, and the years. At exactly half-past eleven Mr.
+Fogg would, according to his daily habit, quit Saville Row, and repair
+to the Reform.
+
+A rap at this moment sounded on the door of the cosy apartment where
+Phileas Fogg was seated, and James Forster, the dismissed servant,
+appeared.
+
+“The new servant,” said he.
+
+A young man of thirty advanced and bowed.
+
+“You are a Frenchman, I believe,” asked Phileas Fogg, “and your name is
+John?”
+
+“Jean, if monsieur pleases,” replied the newcomer, “Jean Passepartout,
+a surname which has clung to me because I have a natural aptness for
+going out of one business into another. I believe I’m honest, monsieur,
+but, to be outspoken, I’ve had several trades. I’ve been an itinerant
+singer, a circus-rider, when I used to vault like Leotard, and dance on
+a rope like Blondin. Then I got to be a professor of gymnastics, so as
+to make better use of my talents; and then I was a sergeant fireman at
+Paris, and assisted at many a big fire. But I quitted France five years
+ago, and, wishing to taste the sweets of domestic life, took service as
+a valet here in England. Finding myself out of place, and hearing that
+Monsieur Phileas Fogg was the most exact and settled gentleman in the
+United Kingdom, I have come to monsieur in the hope of living with him
+a tranquil life, and forgetting even the name of Passepartout.”
+
+“Passepartout suits me,” responded Mr. Fogg. “You are well recommended
+to me; I hear a good report of you. You know my conditions?”
+
+“Yes, monsieur.”
+
+“Good! What time is it?”
+
+“Twenty-two minutes after eleven,” returned Passepartout, drawing an
+enormous silver watch from the depths of his pocket.
+
+“You are too slow,” said Mr. Fogg.
+
+“Pardon me, monsieur, it is impossible—”
+
+“You are four minutes too slow. No matter; it’s enough to mention the
+error. Now from this moment, twenty-nine minutes after eleven, a.m.,
+this Wednesday, 2nd October, you are in my service.”
+
+Phileas Fogg got up, took his hat in his left hand, put it on his head
+with an automatic motion, and went off without a word.
+
+Passepartout heard the street door shut once; it was his new master
+going out. He heard it shut again; it was his predecessor, James
+Forster, departing in his turn. Passepartout remained alone in the
+house in Saville Row.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT IS CONVINCED THAT HE HAS AT LAST FOUND HIS IDEAL
+
+
+“Faith,” muttered Passepartout, somewhat flurried, “I’ve seen people at
+Madame Tussaud’s as lively as my new master!”
+
+Madame Tussaud’s “people,” let it be said, are of wax, and are much
+visited in London; speech is all that is wanting to make them human.
+
+During his brief interview with Mr. Fogg, Passepartout had been
+carefully observing him. He appeared to be a man about forty years of
+age, with fine, handsome features, and a tall, well-shaped figure; his
+hair and whiskers were light, his forehead compact and unwrinkled, his
+face rather pale, his teeth magnificent. His countenance possessed in
+the highest degree what physiognomists call “repose in action,” a
+quality of those who act rather than talk. Calm and phlegmatic, with a
+clear eye, Mr. Fogg seemed a perfect type of that English composure
+which Angelica Kauffmann has so skilfully represented on canvas. Seen
+in the various phases of his daily life, he gave the idea of being
+perfectly well-balanced, as exactly regulated as a Leroy chronometer.
+Phileas Fogg was, indeed, exactitude personified, and this was betrayed
+even in the expression of his very hands and feet; for in men, as well
+as in animals, the limbs themselves are expressive of the passions.
+
+He was so exact that he was never in a hurry, was always ready, and was
+economical alike of his steps and his motions. He never took one step
+too many, and always went to his destination by the shortest cut; he
+made no superfluous gestures, and was never seen to be moved or
+agitated. He was the most deliberate person in the world, yet always
+reached his destination at the exact moment.
+
+He lived alone, and, so to speak, outside of every social relation; and
+as he knew that in this world account must be taken of friction, and
+that friction retards, he never rubbed against anybody.
+
+As for Passepartout, he was a true Parisian of Paris. Since he had
+abandoned his own country for England, taking service as a valet, he
+had in vain searched for a master after his own heart. Passepartout was
+by no means one of those pert dunces depicted by Molière with a bold
+gaze and a nose held high in the air; he was an honest fellow, with a
+pleasant face, lips a trifle protruding, soft-mannered and serviceable,
+with a good round head, such as one likes to see on the shoulders of a
+friend. His eyes were blue, his complexion rubicund, his figure almost
+portly and well-built, his body muscular, and his physical powers fully
+developed by the exercises of his younger days. His brown hair was
+somewhat tumbled; for, while the ancient sculptors are said to have
+known eighteen methods of arranging Minerva’s tresses, Passepartout was
+familiar with but one of dressing his own: three strokes of a
+large-tooth comb completed his toilet.
+
+It would be rash to predict how Passepartout’s lively nature would
+agree with Mr. Fogg. It was impossible to tell whether the new servant
+would turn out as absolutely methodical as his master required;
+experience alone could solve the question. Passepartout had been a sort
+of vagrant in his early years, and now yearned for repose; but so far
+he had failed to find it, though he had already served in ten English
+houses. But he could not take root in any of these; with chagrin, he
+found his masters invariably whimsical and irregular, constantly
+running about the country, or on the look-out for adventure. His last
+master, young Lord Longferry, Member of Parliament, after passing his
+nights in the Haymarket taverns, was too often brought home in the
+morning on policemen’s shoulders. Passepartout, desirous of respecting
+the gentleman whom he served, ventured a mild remonstrance on such
+conduct; which, being ill-received, he took his leave. Hearing that Mr.
+Phileas Fogg was looking for a servant, and that his life was one of
+unbroken regularity, that he neither travelled nor stayed from home
+overnight, he felt sure that this would be the place he was after. He
+presented himself, and was accepted, as has been seen.
+
+At half-past eleven, then, Passepartout found himself alone in the
+house in Saville Row. He began its inspection without delay, scouring
+it from cellar to garret. So clean, well-arranged, solemn a mansion
+pleased him; it seemed to him like a snail’s shell, lighted and warmed
+by gas, which sufficed for both these purposes. When Passepartout
+reached the second story he recognised at once the room which he was to
+inhabit, and he was well satisfied with it. Electric bells and
+speaking-tubes afforded communication with the lower stories; while on
+the mantel stood an electric clock, precisely like that in Mr. Fogg’s
+bedchamber, both beating the same second at the same instant. “That’s
+good, that’ll do,” said Passepartout to himself.
+
+He suddenly observed, hung over the clock, a card which, upon
+inspection, proved to be a programme of the daily routine of the house.
+It comprised all that was required of the servant, from eight in the
+morning, exactly at which hour Phileas Fogg rose, till half-past
+eleven, when he left the house for the Reform Club—all the details of
+service, the tea and toast at twenty-three minutes past eight, the
+shaving-water at thirty-seven minutes past nine, and the toilet at
+twenty minutes before ten. Everything was regulated and foreseen that
+was to be done from half-past eleven a.m. till midnight, the hour at
+which the methodical gentleman retired.
+
+Mr. Fogg’s wardrobe was amply supplied and in the best taste. Each pair
+of trousers, coat, and vest bore a number, indicating the time of year
+and season at which they were in turn to be laid out for wearing; and
+the same system was applied to the master’s shoes. In short, the house
+in Saville Row, which must have been a very temple of disorder and
+unrest under the illustrious but dissipated Sheridan, was cosiness,
+comfort, and method idealised. There was no study, nor were there
+books, which would have been quite useless to Mr. Fogg; for at the
+Reform two libraries, one of general literature and the other of law
+and politics, were at his service. A moderate-sized safe stood in his
+bedroom, constructed so as to defy fire as well as burglars; but
+Passepartout found neither arms nor hunting weapons anywhere;
+everything betrayed the most tranquil and peaceable habits.
+
+Having scrutinised the house from top to bottom, he rubbed his hands, a
+broad smile overspread his features, and he said joyfully, “This is
+just what I wanted! Ah, we shall get on together, Mr. Fogg and I! What
+a domestic and regular gentleman! A real machine; well, I don’t mind
+serving a machine.”
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III.
+IN WHICH A CONVERSATION TAKES PLACE WHICH SEEMS LIKELY TO COST PHILEAS
+FOGG DEAR
+
+
+Phileas Fogg, having shut the door of his house at half-past eleven,
+and having put his right foot before his left five hundred and
+seventy-five times, and his left foot before his right five hundred and
+seventy-six times, reached the Reform Club, an imposing edifice in Pall
+Mall, which could not have cost less than three millions. He repaired
+at once to the dining-room, the nine windows of which open upon a
+tasteful garden, where the trees were already gilded with an autumn
+colouring; and took his place at the habitual table, the cover of which
+had already been laid for him. His breakfast consisted of a side-dish,
+a broiled fish with Reading sauce, a scarlet slice of roast beef
+garnished with mushrooms, a rhubarb and gooseberry tart, and a morsel
+of Cheshire cheese, the whole being washed down with several cups of
+tea, for which the Reform is famous. He rose at thirteen minutes to
+one, and directed his steps towards the large hall, a sumptuous
+apartment adorned with lavishly-framed paintings. A flunkey handed him
+an uncut _Times_, which he proceeded to cut with a skill which betrayed
+familiarity with this delicate operation. The perusal of this paper
+absorbed Phileas Fogg until a quarter before four, whilst the
+_Standard_, his next task, occupied him till the dinner hour. Dinner
+passed as breakfast had done, and Mr. Fogg re-appeared in the
+reading-room and sat down to the _Pall Mall_ at twenty minutes before
+six. Half an hour later several members of the Reform came in and drew
+up to the fireplace, where a coal fire was steadily burning. They were
+Mr. Fogg’s usual partners at whist: Andrew Stuart, an engineer; John
+Sullivan and Samuel Fallentin, bankers; Thomas Flanagan, a brewer; and
+Gauthier Ralph, one of the Directors of the Bank of England—all rich
+and highly respectable personages, even in a club which comprises the
+princes of English trade and finance.
+
+“Well, Ralph,” said Thomas Flanagan, “what about that robbery?”
+
+“Oh,” replied Stuart, “the Bank will lose the money.”
+
+“On the contrary,” broke in Ralph, “I hope we may put our hands on the
+robber. Skilful detectives have been sent to all the principal ports of
+America and the Continent, and he’ll be a clever fellow if he slips
+through their fingers.”
+
+“But have you got the robber’s description?” asked Stuart.
+
+“In the first place, he is no robber at all,” returned Ralph,
+positively.
+
+“What! a fellow who makes off with fifty-five thousand pounds, no
+robber?”
+
+“No.”
+
+“Perhaps he’s a manufacturer, then.”
+
+“The _Daily Telegraph_ says that he is a gentleman.”
+
+It was Phileas Fogg, whose head now emerged from behind his newspapers,
+who made this remark. He bowed to his friends, and entered into the
+conversation. The affair which formed its subject, and which was town
+talk, had occurred three days before at the Bank of England. A package
+of banknotes, to the value of fifty-five thousand pounds, had been
+taken from the principal cashier’s table, that functionary being at the
+moment engaged in registering the receipt of three shillings and
+sixpence. Of course, he could not have his eyes everywhere. Let it be
+observed that the Bank of England reposes a touching confidence in the
+honesty of the public. There are neither guards nor gratings to protect
+its treasures; gold, silver, banknotes are freely exposed, at the mercy
+of the first comer. A keen observer of English customs relates that,
+being in one of the rooms of the Bank one day, he had the curiosity to
+examine a gold ingot weighing some seven or eight pounds. He took it
+up, scrutinised it, passed it to his neighbour, he to the next man, and
+so on until the ingot, going from hand to hand, was transferred to the
+end of a dark entry; nor did it return to its place for half an hour.
+Meanwhile, the cashier had not so much as raised his head. But in the
+present instance things had not gone so smoothly. The package of notes
+not being found when five o’clock sounded from the ponderous clock in
+the “drawing office,” the amount was passed to the account of profit
+and loss. As soon as the robbery was discovered, picked detectives
+hastened off to Liverpool, Glasgow, Havre, Suez, Brindisi, New York,
+and other ports, inspired by the proffered reward of two thousand
+pounds, and five per cent. on the sum that might be recovered.
+Detectives were also charged with narrowly watching those who arrived
+at or left London by rail, and a judicial examination was at once
+entered upon.
+
+There were real grounds for supposing, as the _Daily Telegraph_ said,
+that the thief did not belong to a professional band. On the day of the
+robbery a well-dressed gentleman of polished manners, and with a
+well-to-do air, had been observed going to and fro in the paying room
+where the crime was committed. A description of him was easily procured
+and sent to the detectives; and some hopeful spirits, of whom Ralph was
+one, did not despair of his apprehension. The papers and clubs were
+full of the affair, and everywhere people were discussing the
+probabilities of a successful pursuit; and the Reform Club was
+especially agitated, several of its members being Bank officials.
+
+Ralph would not concede that the work of the detectives was likely to
+be in vain, for he thought that the prize offered would greatly
+stimulate their zeal and activity. But Stuart was far from sharing this
+confidence; and, as they placed themselves at the whist-table, they
+continued to argue the matter. Stuart and Flanagan played together,
+while Phileas Fogg had Fallentin for his partner. As the game proceeded
+the conversation ceased, excepting between the rubbers, when it revived
+again.
+
+“I maintain,” said Stuart, “that the chances are in favour of the
+thief, who must be a shrewd fellow.”
+
+“Well, but where can he fly to?” asked Ralph. “No country is safe for
+him.”
+
+“Pshaw!”
+
+“Where could he go, then?”
+
+“Oh, I don’t know that. The world is big enough.”
+
+“It was once,” said Phileas Fogg, in a low tone. “Cut, sir,” he added,
+handing the cards to Thomas Flanagan.
+
+The discussion fell during the rubber, after which Stuart took up its
+thread.
+
+“What do you mean by ‘once’? Has the world grown smaller?”
+
+“Certainly,” returned Ralph. “I agree with Mr. Fogg. The world has
+grown smaller, since a man can now go round it ten times more quickly
+than a hundred years ago. And that is why the search for this thief
+will be more likely to succeed.”
+
+“And also why the thief can get away more easily.”
+
+“Be so good as to play, Mr. Stuart,” said Phileas Fogg.
+
+But the incredulous Stuart was not convinced, and when the hand was
+finished, said eagerly: “You have a strange way, Ralph, of proving that
+the world has grown smaller. So, because you can go round it in three
+months—”
+
+“In eighty days,” interrupted Phileas Fogg.
+
+“That is true, gentlemen,” added John Sullivan. “Only eighty days, now
+that the section between Rothal and Allahabad, on the Great Indian
+Peninsula Railway, has been opened. Here is the estimate made by the
+_Daily Telegraph:_—
+
+From London to Suez _viâ_ Mont Cenis and Brindisi, by rail and
+steamboats ................. 7 days
+From Suez to Bombay, by steamer .................... 13 ”
+From Bombay to Calcutta, by rail ................... 3 ”
+From Calcutta to Hong Kong, by steamer ............. 13 ”
+From Hong Kong to Yokohama (Japan), by steamer ..... 6 ”
+From Yokohama to San Francisco, by steamer ......... 22 ”
+From San Francisco to New York, by rail ............. 7 ”
+From New York to London, by steamer and rail ........ 9 ”
+-------
+Total ............................................ 80 days.”
+
+
+“Yes, in eighty days!” exclaimed Stuart, who in his excitement made a
+false deal. “But that doesn’t take into account bad weather, contrary
+winds, shipwrecks, railway accidents, and so on.”
+
+“All included,” returned Phileas Fogg, continuing to play despite the
+discussion.
+
+“But suppose the Hindoos or Indians pull up the rails,” replied Stuart;
+“suppose they stop the trains, pillage the luggage-vans, and scalp the
+passengers!”
+
+“All included,” calmly retorted Fogg; adding, as he threw down the
+cards, “Two trumps.”
+
+Stuart, whose turn it was to deal, gathered them up, and went on: “You
+are right, theoretically, Mr. Fogg, but practically—”
+
+“Practically also, Mr. Stuart.”
+
+“I’d like to see you do it in eighty days.”
+
+“It depends on you. Shall we go?”
+
+“Heaven preserve me! But I would wager four thousand pounds that such a
+journey, made under these conditions, is impossible.”
+
+“Quite possible, on the contrary,” returned Mr. Fogg.
+
+“Well, make it, then!”
+
+“The journey round the world in eighty days?”
+
+“Yes.”
+
+“I should like nothing better.”
+
+“When?”
+
+“At once. Only I warn you that I shall do it at your expense.”
+
+“It’s absurd!” cried Stuart, who was beginning to be annoyed at the
+persistency of his friend. “Come, let’s go on with the game.”
+
+“Deal over again, then,” said Phileas Fogg. “There’s a false deal.”
+
+Stuart took up the pack with a feverish hand; then suddenly put them
+down again.
+
+“Well, Mr. Fogg,” said he, “it shall be so: I will wager the four
+thousand on it.”
+
+“Calm yourself, my dear Stuart,” said Fallentin. “It’s only a joke.”
+
+“When I say I’ll wager,” returned Stuart, “I mean it.”
+
+“All right,” said Mr. Fogg; and, turning to the others, he continued:
+“I have a deposit of twenty thousand at Baring’s which I will willingly
+risk upon it.”
+
+“Twenty thousand pounds!” cried Sullivan. “Twenty thousand pounds,
+which you would lose by a single accidental delay!”
+
+“The unforeseen does not exist,” quietly replied Phileas Fogg.
+
+“But, Mr. Fogg, eighty days are only the estimate of the least possible
+time in which the journey can be made.”
+
+“A well-used minimum suffices for everything.”
+
+“But, in order not to exceed it, you must jump mathematically from the
+trains upon the steamers, and from the steamers upon the trains again.”
+
+“I will jump—mathematically.”
+
+“You are joking.”
+
+“A true Englishman doesn’t joke when he is talking about so serious a
+thing as a wager,” replied Phileas Fogg, solemnly. “I will bet twenty
+thousand pounds against anyone who wishes that I will make the tour of
+the world in eighty days or less; in nineteen hundred and twenty hours,
+or a hundred and fifteen thousand two hundred minutes. Do you accept?”
+
+“We accept,” replied Messrs. Stuart, Fallentin, Sullivan, Flanagan, and
+Ralph, after consulting each other.
+
+“Good,” said Mr. Fogg. “The train leaves for Dover at a quarter before
+nine. I will take it.”
+
+“This very evening?” asked Stuart.
+
+“This very evening,” returned Phileas Fogg. He took out and consulted a
+pocket almanac, and added, “As today is Wednesday, the 2nd of October,
+I shall be due in London in this very room of the Reform Club, on
+Saturday, the 21st of December, at a quarter before nine p.m.; or else
+the twenty thousand pounds, now deposited in my name at Baring’s, will
+belong to you, in fact and in right, gentlemen. Here is a cheque for
+the amount.”
+
+A memorandum of the wager was at once drawn up and signed by the six
+parties, during which Phileas Fogg preserved a stoical composure. He
+certainly did not bet to win, and had only staked the twenty thousand
+pounds, half of his fortune, because he foresaw that he might have to
+expend the other half to carry out this difficult, not to say
+unattainable, project. As for his antagonists, they seemed much
+agitated; not so much by the value of their stake, as because they had
+some scruples about betting under conditions so difficult to their
+friend.
+
+The clock struck seven, and the party offered to suspend the game so
+that Mr. Fogg might make his preparations for departure.
+
+“I am quite ready now,” was his tranquil response. “Diamonds are
+trumps: be so good as to play, gentlemen.”
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG ASTOUNDS PASSEPARTOUT, HIS SERVANT
+
+
+Having won twenty guineas at whist, and taken leave of his friends,
+Phileas Fogg, at twenty-five minutes past seven, left the Reform Club.
+
+Passepartout, who had conscientiously studied the programme of his
+duties, was more than surprised to see his master guilty of the
+inexactness of appearing at this unaccustomed hour; for, according to
+rule, he was not due in Saville Row until precisely midnight.
+
+Mr. Fogg repaired to his bedroom, and called out, “Passepartout!”
+
+Passepartout did not reply. It could not be he who was called; it was
+not the right hour.
+
+“Passepartout!” repeated Mr. Fogg, without raising his voice.
+
+Passepartout made his appearance.
+
+“I’ve called you twice,” observed his master.
+
+“But it is not midnight,” responded the other, showing his watch.
+
+“I know it; I don’t blame you. We start for Dover and Calais in ten
+minutes.”
+
+A puzzled grin overspread Passepartout’s round face; clearly he had not
+comprehended his master.
+
+“Monsieur is going to leave home?”
+
+“Yes,” returned Phileas Fogg. “We are going round the world.”
+
+Passepartout opened wide his eyes, raised his eyebrows, held up his
+hands, and seemed about to collapse, so overcome was he with stupefied
+astonishment.
+
+“Round the world!” he murmured.
+
+“In eighty days,” responded Mr. Fogg. “So we haven’t a moment to lose.”
+
+“But the trunks?” gasped Passepartout, unconsciously swaying his head
+from right to left.
+
+“We’ll have no trunks; only a carpet-bag, with two shirts and three
+pairs of stockings for me, and the same for you. We’ll buy our clothes
+on the way. Bring down my mackintosh and traveling-cloak, and some
+stout shoes, though we shall do little walking. Make haste!”
+
+Passepartout tried to reply, but could not. He went out, mounted to his
+own room, fell into a chair, and muttered: “That’s good, that is! And
+I, who wanted to remain quiet!”
+
+He mechanically set about making the preparations for departure. Around
+the world in eighty days! Was his master a fool? No. Was this a joke,
+then? They were going to Dover; good! To Calais; good again! After all,
+Passepartout, who had been away from France five years, would not be
+sorry to set foot on his native soil again. Perhaps they would go as
+far as Paris, and it would do his eyes good to see Paris once more. But
+surely a gentleman so chary of his steps would stop there; no
+doubt—but, then, it was none the less true that he was going away, this
+so domestic person hitherto!
+
+By eight o’clock Passepartout had packed the modest carpet-bag,
+containing the wardrobes of his master and himself; then, still
+troubled in mind, he carefully shut the door of his room, and descended
+to Mr. Fogg.
+
+Mr. Fogg was quite ready. Under his arm might have been observed a
+red-bound copy of Bradshaw’s Continental Railway Steam Transit and
+General Guide, with its timetables showing the arrival and departure of
+steamers and railways. He took the carpet-bag, opened it, and slipped
+into it a goodly roll of Bank of England notes, which would pass
+wherever he might go.
+
+“You have forgotten nothing?” asked he.
+
+“Nothing, monsieur.”
+
+“My mackintosh and cloak?”
+
+“Here they are.”
+
+“Good! Take this carpet-bag,” handing it to Passepartout. “Take good
+care of it, for there are twenty thousand pounds in it.”
+
+Passepartout nearly dropped the bag, as if the twenty thousand pounds
+were in gold, and weighed him down.
+
+Master and man then descended, the street-door was double-locked, and
+at the end of Saville Row they took a cab and drove rapidly to Charing
+Cross. The cab stopped before the railway station at twenty minutes
+past eight. Passepartout jumped off the box and followed his master,
+who, after paying the cabman, was about to enter the station, when a
+poor beggar-woman, with a child in her arms, her naked feet smeared
+with mud, her head covered with a wretched bonnet, from which hung a
+tattered feather, and her shoulders shrouded in a ragged shawl,
+approached, and mournfully asked for alms.
+
+Mr. Fogg took out the twenty guineas he had just won at whist, and
+handed them to the beggar, saying, “Here, my good woman. I’m glad that
+I met you;” and passed on.
+
+Passepartout had a moist sensation about the eyes; his master’s action
+touched his susceptible heart.
+
+Two first-class tickets for Paris having been speedily purchased, Mr.
+Fogg was crossing the station to the train, when he perceived his five
+friends of the Reform.
+
+“Well, gentlemen,” said he, “I’m off, you see; and, if you will examine
+my passport when I get back, you will be able to judge whether I have
+accomplished the journey agreed upon.”
+
+“Oh, that would be quite unnecessary, Mr. Fogg,” said Ralph politely.
+“We will trust your word, as a gentleman of honour.”
+
+“You do not forget when you are due in London again?” asked Stuart.
+
+“In eighty days; on Saturday, the 21st of December, 1872, at a quarter
+before nine p.m. Good-bye, gentlemen.”
+
+Phileas Fogg and his servant seated themselves in a first-class
+carriage at twenty minutes before nine; five minutes later the whistle
+screamed, and the train slowly glided out of the station.
+
+The night was dark, and a fine, steady rain was falling. Phileas Fogg,
+snugly ensconced in his corner, did not open his lips. Passepartout,
+not yet recovered from his stupefaction, clung mechanically to the
+carpet-bag, with its enormous treasure.
+
+Just as the train was whirling through Sydenham, Passepartout suddenly
+uttered a cry of despair.
+
+“What’s the matter?” asked Mr. Fogg.
+
+“Alas! In my hurry—I—I forgot—”
+
+“What?”
+
+“To turn off the gas in my room!”
+
+“Very well, young man,” returned Mr. Fogg, coolly; “it will burn—at
+your expense.”
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V.
+IN WHICH A NEW SPECIES OF FUNDS, UNKNOWN TO THE MONEYED MEN, APPEARS ON
+’CHANGE
+
+
+Phileas Fogg rightly suspected that his departure from London would
+create a lively sensation at the West End. The news of the bet spread
+through the Reform Club, and afforded an exciting topic of conversation
+to its members. From the club it soon got into the papers throughout
+England. The boasted “tour of the world” was talked about, disputed,
+argued with as much warmth as if the subject were another Alabama
+claim. Some took sides with Phileas Fogg, but the large majority shook
+their heads and declared against him; it was absurd, impossible, they
+declared, that the tour of the world could be made, except
+theoretically and on paper, in this minimum of time, and with the
+existing means of travelling. The _Times, Standard, Morning Post_, and
+_Daily News_, and twenty other highly respectable newspapers scouted
+Mr. Fogg’s project as madness; the _Daily Telegraph_ alone hesitatingly
+supported him. People in general thought him a lunatic, and blamed his
+Reform Club friends for having accepted a wager which betrayed the
+mental aberration of its proposer.
+
+Articles no less passionate than logical appeared on the question, for
+geography is one of the pet subjects of the English; and the columns
+devoted to Phileas Fogg’s venture were eagerly devoured by all classes
+of readers. At first some rash individuals, principally of the gentler
+sex, espoused his cause, which became still more popular when the
+_Illustrated London News_ came out with his portrait, copied from a
+photograph in the Reform Club. A few readers of the _Daily Telegraph_
+even dared to say, “Why not, after all? Stranger things have come to
+pass.”
+
+At last a long article appeared, on the 7th of October, in the bulletin
+of the Royal Geographical Society, which treated the question from
+every point of view, and demonstrated the utter folly of the
+enterprise.
+
+Everything, it said, was against the travellers, every obstacle imposed
+alike by man and by nature. A miraculous agreement of the times of
+departure and arrival, which was impossible, was absolutely necessary
+to his success. He might, perhaps, reckon on the arrival of trains at
+the designated hours, in Europe, where the distances were relatively
+moderate; but when he calculated upon crossing India in three days, and
+the United States in seven, could he rely beyond misgiving upon
+accomplishing his task? There were accidents to machinery, the
+liability of trains to run off the line, collisions, bad weather, the
+blocking up by snow—were not all these against Phileas Fogg? Would he
+not find himself, when travelling by steamer in winter, at the mercy of
+the winds and fogs? Is it uncommon for the best ocean steamers to be
+two or three days behind time? But a single delay would suffice to
+fatally break the chain of communication; should Phileas Fogg once
+miss, even by an hour; a steamer, he would have to wait for the next,
+and that would irrevocably render his attempt vain.
+
+This article made a great deal of noise, and, being copied into all the
+papers, seriously depressed the advocates of the rash tourist.
+
+Everybody knows that England is the world of betting men, who are of a
+higher class than mere gamblers; to bet is in the English temperament.
+Not only the members of the Reform, but the general public, made heavy
+wagers for or against Phileas Fogg, who was set down in the betting
+books as if he were a race-horse. Bonds were issued, and made their
+appearance on ’Change; “Phileas Fogg bonds” were offered at par or at a
+premium, and a great business was done in them. But five days after the
+article in the bulletin of the Geographical Society appeared, the
+demand began to subside: “Phileas Fogg” declined. They were offered by
+packages, at first of five, then of ten, until at last nobody would
+take less than twenty, fifty, a hundred!
+
+Lord Albemarle, an elderly paralytic gentleman, was now the only
+advocate of Phileas Fogg left. This noble lord, who was fastened to his
+chair, would have given his fortune to be able to make the tour of the
+world, if it took ten years; and he bet five thousand pounds on Phileas
+Fogg. When the folly as well as the uselessness of the adventure was
+pointed out to him, he contented himself with replying, “If the thing
+is feasible, the first to do it ought to be an Englishman.”
+
+The Fogg party dwindled more and more, everybody was going against him,
+and the bets stood a hundred and fifty and two hundred to one; and a
+week after his departure an incident occurred which deprived him of
+backers at any price.
+
+The commissioner of police was sitting in his office at nine o’clock
+one evening, when the following telegraphic dispatch was put into his
+hands:
+
+_Suez to London._
+
+
+ROWAN, COMMISSIONER OF POLICE, SCOTLAND YARD:
+    I’ve found the bank robber, Phileas Fogg. Send without delay
+    warrant of arrest to Bombay.
+
+
+FIX, _Detective_.
+
+
+The effect of this dispatch was instantaneous. The polished gentleman
+disappeared to give place to the bank robber. His photograph, which was
+hung with those of the rest of the members at the Reform Club, was
+minutely examined, and it betrayed, feature by feature, the description
+of the robber which had been provided to the police. The mysterious
+habits of Phileas Fogg were recalled; his solitary ways, his sudden
+departure; and it seemed clear that, in undertaking a tour round the
+world on the pretext of a wager, he had had no other end in view than
+to elude the detectives, and throw them off his track.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI.
+IN WHICH FIX, THE DETECTIVE, BETRAYS A VERY NATURAL IMPATIENCE
+
+
+The circumstances under which this telegraphic dispatch about Phileas
+Fogg was sent were as follows:
+
+The steamer “Mongolia,” belonging to the Peninsular and Oriental
+Company, built of iron, of two thousand eight hundred tons burden, and
+five hundred horse-power, was due at eleven o’clock a.m. on Wednesday,
+the 9th of October, at Suez. The “Mongolia” plied regularly between
+Brindisi and Bombay _viâ_ the Suez Canal, and was one of the fastest
+steamers belonging to the company, always making more than ten knots an
+hour between Brindisi and Suez, and nine and a half between Suez and
+Bombay.
+
+Two men were promenading up and down the wharves, among the crowd of
+natives and strangers who were sojourning at this once straggling
+village—now, thanks to the enterprise of M. Lesseps, a fast-growing
+town. One was the British consul at Suez, who, despite the prophecies
+of the English Government, and the unfavourable predictions of
+Stephenson, was in the habit of seeing, from his office window, English
+ships daily passing to and fro on the great canal, by which the old
+roundabout route from England to India by the Cape of Good Hope was
+abridged by at least a half. The other was a small, slight-built
+personage, with a nervous, intelligent face, and bright eyes peering
+out from under eyebrows which he was incessantly twitching. He was just
+now manifesting unmistakable signs of impatience, nervously pacing up
+and down, and unable to stand still for a moment. This was Fix, one of
+the detectives who had been dispatched from England in search of the
+bank robber; it was his task to narrowly watch every passenger who
+arrived at Suez, and to follow up all who seemed to be suspicious
+characters, or bore a resemblance to the description of the criminal,
+which he had received two days before from the police headquarters at
+London. The detective was evidently inspired by the hope of obtaining
+the splendid reward which would be the prize of success, and awaited
+with a feverish impatience, easy to understand, the arrival of the
+steamer “Mongolia.”
+
+“So you say, consul,” asked he for the twentieth time, “that this
+steamer is never behind time?”
+
+“No, Mr. Fix,” replied the consul. “She was bespoken yesterday at Port
+Said, and the rest of the way is of no account to such a craft. I
+repeat that the ‘Mongolia’ has been in advance of the time required by
+the company’s regulations, and gained the prize awarded for excess of
+speed.”
+
+“Does she come directly from Brindisi?”
+
+“Directly from Brindisi; she takes on the Indian mails there, and she
+left there Saturday at five p.m. Have patience, Mr. Fix; she will not
+be late. But really, I don’t see how, from the description you have,
+you will be able to recognise your man, even if he is on board the
+‘Mongolia.’”
+
+“A man rather feels the presence of these fellows, consul, than
+recognises them. You must have a scent for them, and a scent is like a
+sixth sense which combines hearing, seeing, and smelling. I’ve arrested
+more than one of these gentlemen in my time, and, if my thief is on
+board, I’ll answer for it; he’ll not slip through my fingers.”
+
+“I hope so, Mr. Fix, for it was a heavy robbery.”
+
+“A magnificent robbery, consul; fifty-five thousand pounds! We don’t
+often have such windfalls. Burglars are getting to be so contemptible
+nowadays! A fellow gets hung for a handful of shillings!”
+
+“Mr. Fix,” said the consul, “I like your way of talking, and hope
+you’ll succeed; but I fear you will find it far from easy. Don’t you
+see, the description which you have there has a singular resemblance to
+an honest man?”
+
+“Consul,” remarked the detective, dogmatically, “great robbers always
+resemble honest folks. Fellows who have rascally faces have only one
+course to take, and that is to remain honest; otherwise they would be
+arrested off-hand. The artistic thing is, to unmask honest
+countenances; it’s no light task, I admit, but a real art.”
+
+Mr. Fix evidently was not wanting in a tinge of self-conceit.
+
+Little by little the scene on the quay became more animated; sailors of
+various nations, merchants, ship-brokers, porters, fellahs, bustled to
+and fro as if the steamer were immediately expected. The weather was
+clear, and slightly chilly. The minarets of the town loomed above the
+houses in the pale rays of the sun. A jetty pier, some two thousand
+yards along, extended into the roadstead. A number of fishing-smacks
+and coasting boats, some retaining the fantastic fashion of ancient
+galleys, were discernible on the Red Sea.
+
+As he passed among the busy crowd, Fix, according to habit, scrutinised
+the passers-by with a keen, rapid glance.
+
+It was now half-past ten.
+
+“The steamer doesn’t come!” he exclaimed, as the port clock struck.
+
+“She can’t be far off now,” returned his companion.
+
+“How long will she stop at Suez?”
+
+“Four hours; long enough to get in her coal. It is thirteen hundred and
+ten miles from Suez to Aden, at the other end of the Red Sea, and she
+has to take in a fresh coal supply.”
+
+“And does she go from Suez directly to Bombay?”
+
+“Without putting in anywhere.”
+
+“Good!” said Fix. “If the robber is on board he will no doubt get off
+at Suez, so as to reach the Dutch or French colonies in Asia by some
+other route. He ought to know that he would not be safe an hour in
+India, which is English soil.”
+
+“Unless,” objected the consul, “he is exceptionally shrewd. An English
+criminal, you know, is always better concealed in London than anywhere
+else.”
+
+This observation furnished the detective food for thought, and
+meanwhile the consul went away to his office. Fix, left alone, was more
+impatient than ever, having a presentiment that the robber was on board
+the “Mongolia.” If he had indeed left London intending to reach the New
+World, he would naturally take the route _viâ_ India, which was less
+watched and more difficult to watch than that of the Atlantic. But
+Fix���s reflections were soon interrupted by a succession of sharp
+whistles, which announced the arrival of the “Mongolia.” The porters
+and fellahs rushed down the quay, and a dozen boats pushed off from the
+shore to go and meet the steamer. Soon her gigantic hull appeared
+passing along between the banks, and eleven o’clock struck as she
+anchored in the road. She brought an unusual number of passengers, some
+of whom remained on deck to scan the picturesque panorama of the town,
+while the greater part disembarked in the boats, and landed on the
+quay.
+
+Fix took up a position, and carefully examined each face and figure
+which made its appearance. Presently one of the passengers, after
+vigorously pushing his way through the importunate crowd of porters,
+came up to him and politely asked if he could point out the English
+consulate, at the same time showing a passport which he wished to have
+_visaed_. Fix instinctively took the passport, and with a rapid glance
+read the description of its bearer. An involuntary motion of surprise
+nearly escaped him, for the description in the passport was identical
+with that of the bank robber which he had received from Scotland Yard.
+
+“Is this your passport?” asked he.
+
+“No, it’s my master’s.”
+
+“And your master is—”
+
+“He stayed on board.”
+
+“But he must go to the consul’s in person, so as to establish his
+identity.”
+
+“Oh, is that necessary?”
+
+“Quite indispensable.”
+
+“And where is the consulate?”
+
+“There, on the corner of the square,” said Fix, pointing to a house two
+hundred steps off.
+
+“I’ll go and fetch my master, who won’t be much pleased, however, to be
+disturbed.”
+
+The passenger bowed to Fix, and returned to the steamer.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+WHICH ONCE MORE DEMONSTRATES THE USELESSNESS OF PASSPORTS AS AIDS TO
+DETECTIVES
+
+
+The detective passed down the quay, and rapidly made his way to the
+consul’s office, where he was at once admitted to the presence of that
+official.
+
+“Consul,” said he, without preamble, “I have strong reasons for
+believing that my man is a passenger on the ‘Mongolia.’” And he
+narrated what had just passed concerning the passport.
+
+“Well, Mr. Fix,” replied the consul, “I shall not be sorry to see the
+rascal’s face; but perhaps he won’t come here—that is, if he is the
+person you suppose him to be. A robber doesn’t quite like to leave
+traces of his flight behind him; and, besides, he is not obliged to
+have his passport countersigned.”
+
+“If he is as shrewd as I think he is, consul, he will come.”
+
+“To have his passport _visaed?_”
+
+“Yes. Passports are only good for annoying honest folks, and aiding in
+the flight of rogues. I assure you it will be quite the thing for him
+to do; but I hope you will not _visa_ the passport.”
+
+“Why not? If the passport is genuine I have no right to refuse.”
+
+“Still, I must keep this man here until I can get a warrant to arrest
+him from London.”
+
+“Ah, that’s your look-out. But I cannot—”
+
+The consul did not finish his sentence, for as he spoke a knock was
+heard at the door, and two strangers entered, one of whom was the
+servant whom Fix had met on the quay. The other, who was his master,
+held out his passport with the request that the consul would do him the
+favour to _visa_ it. The consul took the document and carefully read
+it, whilst Fix observed, or rather devoured, the stranger with his eyes
+from a corner of the room.
+
+“You are Mr. Phileas Fogg?” said the consul, after reading the
+passport.
+
+“I am.”
+
+“And this man is your servant?”
+
+“He is: a Frenchman, named Passepartout.”
+
+“You are from London?”
+
+“Yes.”
+
+“And you are going—”
+
+“To Bombay.”
+
+“Very good, sir. You know that a _visa_ is useless, and that no
+passport is required?”
+
+“I know it, sir,” replied Phileas Fogg; “but I wish to prove, by your
+_visa_, that I came by Suez.”
+
+“Very well, sir.”
+
+The consul proceeded to sign and date the passport, after which he
+added his official seal. Mr. Fogg paid the customary fee, coldly bowed,
+and went out, followed by his servant.
+
+“Well?” queried the detective.
+
+“Well, he looks and acts like a perfectly honest man,” replied the
+consul.
+
+“Possibly; but that is not the question. Do you think, consul, that
+this phlegmatic gentleman resembles, feature by feature, the robber
+whose description I have received?”
+
+“I concede that; but then, you know, all descriptions—”
+
+“I’ll make certain of it,” interrupted Fix. “The servant seems to me
+less mysterious than the master; besides, he’s a Frenchman, and can’t
+help talking. Excuse me for a little while, consul.”
+
+Fix started off in search of Passepartout.
+
+Meanwhile Mr. Fogg, after leaving the consulate, repaired to the quay,
+gave some orders to Passepartout, went off to the “Mongolia” in a boat,
+and descended to his cabin. He took up his note-book, which contained
+the following memoranda:
+
+“Left London, Wednesday, October 2nd, at 8.45 p.m.
+
+“Reached Paris, Thursday, October 3rd, at 7.20 a.m.
+
+“Left Paris, Thursday, at 8.40 a.m.
+
+“Reached Turin by Mont Cenis, Friday, October 4th, at 6.35 a.m.
+
+“Left Turin, Friday, at 7.20 a.m.
+
+“Arrived at Brindisi, Saturday, October 5th, at 4 p.m.
+
+“Sailed on the ‘Mongolia,’ Saturday, at 5 p.m.
+
+“Reached Suez, Wednesday, October 9th, at 11 a.m.
+
+“Total of hours spent, 158½; or, in days, six days and a half.”
+
+These dates were inscribed in an itinerary divided into columns,
+indicating the month, the day of the month, and the day for the
+stipulated and actual arrivals at each principal point Paris, Brindisi,
+Suez, Bombay, Calcutta, Singapore, Hong Kong, Yokohama, San Francisco,
+New York, and London—from the 2nd of October to the 21st of December;
+and giving a space for setting down the gain made or the loss suffered
+on arrival at each locality. This methodical record thus contained an
+account of everything needed, and Mr. Fogg always knew whether he was
+behind-hand or in advance of his time. On this Friday, October 9th, he
+noted his arrival at Suez, and observed that he had as yet neither
+gained nor lost. He sat down quietly to breakfast in his cabin, never
+once thinking of inspecting the town, being one of those Englishmen who
+are wont to see foreign countries through the eyes of their domestics.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII.
+IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT TALKS RATHER MORE, PERHAPS, THAN IS PRUDENT
+
+
+Fix soon rejoined Passepartout, who was lounging and looking about on
+the quay, as if he did not feel that he, at least, was obliged not to
+see anything.
+
+“Well, my friend,” said the detective, coming up with him, “is your
+passport _visaed?_”
+
+“Ah, it’s you, is it, monsieur?” responded Passepartout. “Thanks, yes,
+the passport is all right.”
+
+“And you are looking about you?”
+
+“Yes; but we travel so fast that I seem to be journeying in a dream. So
+this is Suez?”
+
+“Yes.”
+
+“In Egypt?”
+
+“Certainly, in Egypt.”
+
+“And in Africa?”
+
+“In Africa.”
+
+“In Africa!” repeated Passepartout. “Just think, monsieur, I had no
+idea that we should go farther than Paris; and all that I saw of Paris
+was between twenty minutes past seven and twenty minutes before nine in
+the morning, between the Northern and the Lyons stations, through the
+windows of a car, and in a driving rain! How I regret not having seen
+once more Père la Chaise and the circus in the Champs Elysées!”
+
+“You are in a great hurry, then?”
+
+“I am not, but my master is. By the way, I must buy some shoes and
+shirts. We came away without trunks, only with a carpet-bag.”
+
+“I will show you an excellent shop for getting what you want.”
+
+“Really, monsieur, you are very kind.”
+
+And they walked off together, Passepartout chatting volubly as they
+went along.
+
+“Above all,” said he; “don’t let me lose the steamer.”
+
+“You have plenty of time; it’s only twelve o’clock.”
+
+Passepartout pulled out his big watch. “Twelve!” he exclaimed; “why,
+it’s only eight minutes before ten.”
+
+“Your watch is slow.”
+
+“My watch? A family watch, monsieur, which has come down from my
+great-grandfather! It doesn’t vary five minutes in the year. It’s a
+perfect chronometer, look you.”
+
+“I see how it is,” said Fix. “You have kept London time, which is two
+hours behind that of Suez. You ought to regulate your watch at noon in
+each country.”
+
+“I regulate my watch? Never!”
+
+“Well, then, it will not agree with the sun.”
+
+“So much the worse for the sun, monsieur. The sun will be wrong, then!”
+
+And the worthy fellow returned the watch to its fob with a defiant
+gesture. After a few minutes silence, Fix resumed: “You left London
+hastily, then?”
+
+“I rather think so! Last Friday at eight o’clock in the evening,
+Monsieur Fogg came home from his club, and three-quarters of an hour
+afterwards we were off.”
+
+“But where is your master going?”
+
+“Always straight ahead. He is going round the world.”
+
+“Round the world?” cried Fix.
+
+“Yes, and in eighty days! He says it is on a wager; but, between us, I
+don’t believe a word of it. That wouldn’t be common sense. There’s
+something else in the wind.”
+
+“Ah! Mr. Fogg is a character, is he?”
+
+“I should say he was.”
+
+“Is he rich?”
+
+“No doubt, for he is carrying an enormous sum in brand new banknotes
+with him. And he doesn’t spare the money on the way, either: he has
+offered a large reward to the engineer of the ‘Mongolia’ if he gets us
+to Bombay well in advance of time.”
+
+“And you have known your master a long time?”
+
+“Why, no; I entered his service the very day we left London.”
+
+The effect of these replies upon the already suspicious and excited
+detective may be imagined. The hasty departure from London soon after
+the robbery; the large sum carried by Mr. Fogg; his eagerness to reach
+distant countries; the pretext of an eccentric and foolhardy bet—all
+confirmed Fix in his theory. He continued to pump poor Passepartout,
+and learned that he really knew little or nothing of his master, who
+lived a solitary existence in London, was said to be rich, though no
+one knew whence came his riches, and was mysterious and impenetrable in
+his affairs and habits. Fix felt sure that Phileas Fogg would not land
+at Suez, but was really going on to Bombay.
+
+“Is Bombay far from here?” asked Passepartout.
+
+“Pretty far. It is a ten days’ voyage by sea.”
+
+“And in what country is Bombay?”
+
+“India.”
+
+“In Asia?”
+
+“Certainly.”
+
+“The deuce! I was going to tell you there’s one thing that worries
+me—my burner!”
+
+“What burner?”
+
+“My gas-burner, which I forgot to turn off, and which is at this moment
+burning at my expense. I have calculated, monsieur, that I lose two
+shillings every four and twenty hours, exactly sixpence more than I
+earn; and you will understand that the longer our journey—”
+
+Did Fix pay any attention to Passepartout’s trouble about the gas? It
+is not probable. He was not listening, but was cogitating a project.
+Passepartout and he had now reached the shop, where Fix left his
+companion to make his purchases, after recommending him not to miss the
+steamer, and hurried back to the consulate. Now that he was fully
+convinced, Fix had quite recovered his equanimity.
+
+“Consul,” said he, “I have no longer any doubt. I have spotted my man.
+He passes himself off as an odd stick who is going round the world in
+eighty days.”
+
+“Then he’s a sharp fellow,” returned the consul, “and counts on
+returning to London after putting the police of the two countries off
+his track.”
+
+“We’ll see about that,” replied Fix.
+
+“But are you not mistaken?”
+
+“I am not mistaken.”
+
+“Why was this robber so anxious to prove, by the _visa_, that he had
+passed through Suez?”
+
+“Why? I have no idea; but listen to me.”
+
+He reported in a few words the most important parts of his conversation
+with Passepartout.
+
+“In short,” said the consul, “appearances are wholly against this man.
+And what are you going to do?”
+
+“Send a dispatch to London for a warrant of arrest to be dispatched
+instantly to Bombay, take passage on board the ‘Mongolia,’ follow my
+rogue to India, and there, on English ground, arrest him politely, with
+my warrant in my hand, and my hand on his shoulder.”
+
+Having uttered these words with a cool, careless air, the detective
+took leave of the consul, and repaired to the telegraph office, whence
+he sent the dispatch which we have seen to the London police office. A
+quarter of an hour later found Fix, with a small bag in his hand,
+proceeding on board the “Mongolia;” and, ere many moments longer, the
+noble steamer rode out at full steam upon the waters of the Red Sea.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX.
+IN WHICH THE RED SEA AND THE INDIAN OCEAN PROVE PROPITIOUS TO THE
+DESIGNS OF PHILEAS FOGG
+
+
+The distance between Suez and Aden is precisely thirteen hundred and
+ten miles, and the regulations of the company allow the steamers one
+hundred and thirty-eight hours in which to traverse it. The “Mongolia,”
+thanks to the vigorous exertions of the engineer, seemed likely, so
+rapid was her speed, to reach her destination considerably within that
+time. The greater part of the passengers from Brindisi were bound for
+India some for Bombay, others for Calcutta by way of Bombay, the
+nearest route thither, now that a railway crosses the Indian peninsula.
+Among the passengers was a number of officials and military officers of
+various grades, the latter being either attached to the regular British
+forces or commanding the Sepoy troops, and receiving high salaries ever
+since the central government has assumed the powers of the East India
+Company: for the sub-lieutenants get £280, brigadiers, £2,400, and
+generals of divisions, £4,000. What with the military men, a number of
+rich young Englishmen on their travels, and the hospitable efforts of
+the purser, the time passed quickly on the “Mongolia.” The best of fare
+was spread upon the cabin tables at breakfast, lunch, dinner, and the
+eight o’clock supper, and the ladies scrupulously changed their toilets
+twice a day; and the hours were whirled away, when the sea was
+tranquil, with music, dancing, and games.
+
+But the Red Sea is full of caprice, and often boisterous, like most
+long and narrow gulfs. When the wind came from the African or Asian
+coast the “Mongolia,” with her long hull, rolled fearfully. Then the
+ladies speedily disappeared below; the pianos were silent; singing and
+dancing suddenly ceased. Yet the good ship ploughed straight on,
+unretarded by wind or wave, towards the straits of Bab-el-Mandeb. What
+was Phileas Fogg doing all this time? It might be thought that, in his
+anxiety, he would be constantly watching the changes of the wind, the
+disorderly raging of the billows—every chance, in short, which might
+force the “Mongolia” to slacken her speed, and thus interrupt his
+journey. But, if he thought of these possibilities, he did not betray
+the fact by any outward sign.
+
+Always the same impassible member of the Reform Club, whom no incident
+could surprise, as unvarying as the ship’s chronometers, and seldom
+having the curiosity even to go upon the deck, he passed through the
+memorable scenes of the Red Sea with cold indifference; did not care to
+recognise the historic towns and villages which, along its borders,
+raised their picturesque outlines against the sky; and betrayed no fear
+of the dangers of the Arabic Gulf, which the old historians always
+spoke of with horror, and upon which the ancient navigators never
+ventured without propitiating the gods by ample sacrifices. How did
+this eccentric personage pass his time on the “Mongolia”? He made his
+four hearty meals every day, regardless of the most persistent rolling
+and pitching on the part of the steamer; and he played whist
+indefatigably, for he had found partners as enthusiastic in the game as
+himself. A tax-collector, on the way to his post at Goa; the Rev.
+Decimus Smith, returning to his parish at Bombay; and a
+brigadier-general of the English army, who was about to rejoin his
+brigade at Benares, made up the party, and, with Mr. Fogg, played whist
+by the hour together in absorbing silence.
+
+As for Passepartout, he, too, had escaped sea-sickness, and took his
+meals conscientiously in the forward cabin. He rather enjoyed the
+voyage, for he was well fed and well lodged, took a great interest in
+the scenes through which they were passing, and consoled himself with
+the delusion that his master’s whim would end at Bombay. He was
+pleased, on the day after leaving Suez, to find on deck the obliging
+person with whom he had walked and chatted on the quays.
+
+“If I am not mistaken,” said he, approaching this person, with his most
+amiable smile, “you are the gentleman who so kindly volunteered to
+guide me at Suez?”
+
+“Ah! I quite recognise you. You are the servant of the strange
+Englishman—”
+
+“Just so, monsieur—”
+
+“Fix.”
+
+“Monsieur Fix,” resumed Passepartout, “I’m charmed to find you on
+board. Where are you bound?”
+
+“Like you, to Bombay.”
+
+“That’s capital! Have you made this trip before?”
+
+“Several times. I am one of the agents of the Peninsular Company.”
+
+“Then you know India?”
+
+“Why yes,” replied Fix, who spoke cautiously.
+
+“A curious place, this India?”
+
+“Oh, very curious. Mosques, minarets, temples, fakirs, pagodas, tigers,
+snakes, elephants! I hope you will have ample time to see the sights.”
+
+“I hope so, Monsieur Fix. You see, a man of sound sense ought not to
+spend his life jumping from a steamer upon a railway train, and from a
+railway train upon a steamer again, pretending to make the tour of the
+world in eighty days! No; all these gymnastics, you may be sure, will
+cease at Bombay.”
+
+“And Mr. Fogg is getting on well?” asked Fix, in the most natural tone
+in the world.
+
+“Quite well, and I too. I eat like a famished ogre; it’s the sea air.”
+
+“But I never see your master on deck.”
+
+“Never; he hasn’t the least curiosity.”
+
+“Do you know, Mr. Passepartout, that this pretended tour in eighty days
+may conceal some secret errand—perhaps a diplomatic mission?”
+
+“Faith, Monsieur Fix, I assure you I know nothing about it, nor would I
+give half a crown to find out.”
+
+After this meeting, Passepartout and Fix got into the habit of chatting
+together, the latter making it a point to gain the worthy man’s
+confidence. He frequently offered him a glass of whiskey or pale ale in
+the steamer bar-room, which Passepartout never failed to accept with
+graceful alacrity, mentally pronouncing Fix the best of good fellows.
+
+Meanwhile the “Mongolia” was pushing forward rapidly; on the 13th,
+Mocha, surrounded by its ruined walls whereon date-trees were growing,
+was sighted, and on the mountains beyond were espied vast
+coffee-fields. Passepartout was ravished to behold this celebrated
+place, and thought that, with its circular walls and dismantled fort,
+it looked like an immense coffee-cup and saucer. The following night
+they passed through the Strait of Bab-el-Mandeb, which means in Arabic
+“The Bridge of Tears,” and the next day they put in at Steamer Point,
+north-west of Aden harbour, to take in coal. This matter of fuelling
+steamers is a serious one at such distances from the coal-mines; it
+costs the Peninsular Company some eight hundred thousand pounds a year.
+In these distant seas, coal is worth three or four pounds sterling a
+ton.
+
+The “Mongolia” had still sixteen hundred and fifty miles to traverse
+before reaching Bombay, and was obliged to remain four hours at Steamer
+Point to coal up. But this delay, as it was foreseen, did not affect
+Phileas Fogg’s programme; besides, the “Mongolia,” instead of reaching
+Aden on the morning of the 15th, when she was due, arrived there on the
+evening of the 14th, a gain of fifteen hours.
+
+Mr. Fogg and his servant went ashore at Aden to have the passport again
+_visaed;_ Fix, unobserved, followed them. The _visa_ procured, Mr. Fogg
+returned on board to resume his former habits; while Passepartout,
+according to custom, sauntered about among the mixed population of
+Somalis, Banyans, Parsees, Jews, Arabs, and Europeans who comprise the
+twenty-five thousand inhabitants of Aden. He gazed with wonder upon the
+fortifications which make this place the Gibraltar of the Indian Ocean,
+and the vast cisterns where the English engineers were still at work,
+two thousand years after the engineers of Solomon.
+
+“Very curious, _very_ curious,” said Passepartout to himself, on
+returning to the steamer. “I see that it is by no means useless to
+travel, if a man wants to see something new.” At six p.m. the
+“Mongolia” slowly moved out of the roadstead, and was soon once more on
+the Indian Ocean. She had a hundred and sixty-eight hours in which to
+reach Bombay, and the sea was favourable, the wind being in the
+north-west, and all sails aiding the engine. The steamer rolled but
+little, the ladies, in fresh toilets, reappeared on deck, and the
+singing and dancing were resumed. The trip was being accomplished most
+successfully, and Passepartout was enchanted with the congenial
+companion which chance had secured him in the person of the delightful
+Fix. On Sunday, October 20th, towards noon, they came in sight of the
+Indian coast: two hours later the pilot came on board. A range of hills
+lay against the sky in the horizon, and soon the rows of palms which
+adorn Bombay came distinctly into view. The steamer entered the road
+formed by the islands in the bay, and at half-past four she hauled up
+at the quays of Bombay.
+
+Phileas Fogg was in the act of finishing the thirty-third rubber of the
+voyage, and his partner and himself having, by a bold stroke, captured
+all thirteen of the tricks, concluded this fine campaign with a
+brilliant victory.
+
+The “Mongolia” was due at Bombay on the 22nd; she arrived on the 20th.
+This was a gain to Phileas Fogg of two days since his departure from
+London, and he calmly entered the fact in the itinerary, in the column
+of gains.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X.
+IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT IS ONLY TOO GLAD TO GET OFF WITH THE LOSS OF HIS
+SHOES
+
+
+Everybody knows that the great reversed triangle of land, with its base
+in the north and its apex in the south, which is called India, embraces
+fourteen hundred thousand square miles, upon which is spread unequally
+a population of one hundred and eighty millions of souls. The British
+Crown exercises a real and despotic dominion over the larger portion of
+this vast country, and has a governor-general stationed at Calcutta,
+governors at Madras, Bombay, and in Bengal, and a lieutenant-governor
+at Agra.
+
+But British India, properly so called, only embraces seven hundred
+thousand square miles, and a population of from one hundred to one
+hundred and ten millions of inhabitants. A considerable portion of
+India is still free from British authority; and there are certain
+ferocious rajahs in the interior who are absolutely independent. The
+celebrated East India Company was all-powerful from 1756, when the
+English first gained a foothold on the spot where now stands the city
+of Madras, down to the time of the great Sepoy insurrection. It
+gradually annexed province after province, purchasing them of the
+native chiefs, whom it seldom paid, and appointed the governor-general
+and his subordinates, civil and military. But the East India Company
+has now passed away, leaving the British possessions in India directly
+under the control of the Crown. The aspect of the country, as well as
+the manners and distinctions of race, is daily changing.
+
+Formerly one was obliged to travel in India by the old cumbrous methods
+of going on foot or on horseback, in palanquins or unwieldy coaches;
+now fast steamboats ply on the Indus and the Ganges, and a great
+railway, with branch lines joining the main line at many points on its
+route, traverses the peninsula from Bombay to Calcutta in three days.
+This railway does not run in a direct line across India. The distance
+between Bombay and Calcutta, as the bird flies, is only from one
+thousand to eleven hundred miles; but the deflections of the road
+increase this distance by more than a third.
+
+The general route of the Great Indian Peninsula Railway is as follows:
+Leaving Bombay, it passes through Salcette, crossing to the continent
+opposite Tannah, goes over the chain of the Western Ghauts, runs thence
+north-east as far as Burhampoor, skirts the nearly independent
+territory of Bundelcund, ascends to Allahabad, turns thence eastwardly,
+meeting the Ganges at Benares, then departs from the river a little,
+and, descending south-eastward by Burdivan and the French town of
+Chandernagor, has its terminus at Calcutta.
+
+The passengers of the “Mongolia” went ashore at half-past four p.m.; at
+exactly eight the train would start for Calcutta.
+
+Mr. Fogg, after bidding good-bye to his whist partners, left the
+steamer, gave his servant several errands to do, urged it upon him to
+be at the station promptly at eight, and, with his regular step, which
+beat to the second, like an astronomical clock, directed his steps to
+the passport office. As for the wonders of Bombay—its famous city hall,
+its splendid library, its forts and docks, its bazaars, mosques,
+synagogues, its Armenian churches, and the noble pagoda on Malabar
+Hill, with its two polygonal towers—he cared not a straw to see them.
+He would not deign to examine even the masterpieces of Elephanta, or
+the mysterious hypogea, concealed south-east from the docks, or those
+fine remains of Buddhist architecture, the Kanherian grottoes of the
+island of Salcette.
+
+Having transacted his business at the passport office, Phileas Fogg
+repaired quietly to the railway station, where he ordered dinner. Among
+the dishes served up to him, the landlord especially recommended a
+certain giblet of “native rabbit,” on which he prided himself.
+
+Mr. Fogg accordingly tasted the dish, but, despite its spiced sauce,
+found it far from palatable. He rang for the landlord, and, on his
+appearance, said, fixing his clear eyes upon him, “Is this rabbit,
+sir?”
+
+“Yes, my lord,” the rogue boldly replied, “rabbit from the jungles.”
+
+“And this rabbit did not mew when he was killed?”
+
+“Mew, my lord! What, a rabbit mew! I swear to you—”
+
+“Be so good, landlord, as not to swear, but remember this: cats were
+formerly considered, in India, as sacred animals. That was a good
+time.”
+
+“For the cats, my lord?”
+
+“Perhaps for the travellers as well!”
+
+After which Mr. Fogg quietly continued his dinner. Fix had gone on
+shore shortly after Mr. Fogg, and his first destination was the
+headquarters of the Bombay police. He made himself known as a London
+detective, told his business at Bombay, and the position of affairs
+relative to the supposed robber, and nervously asked if a warrant had
+arrived from London. It had not reached the office; indeed, there had
+not yet been time for it to arrive. Fix was sorely disappointed, and
+tried to obtain an order of arrest from the director of the Bombay
+police. This the director refused, as the matter concerned the London
+office, which alone could legally deliver the warrant. Fix did not
+insist, and was fain to resign himself to await the arrival of the
+important document; but he was determined not to lose sight of the
+mysterious rogue as long as he stayed in Bombay. He did not doubt for a
+moment, any more than Passepartout, that Phileas Fogg would remain
+there, at least until it was time for the warrant to arrive.
+
+Passepartout, however, had no sooner heard his master’s orders on
+leaving the “Mongolia” than he saw at once that they were to leave
+Bombay as they had done Suez and Paris, and that the journey would be
+extended at least as far as Calcutta, and perhaps beyond that place. He
+began to ask himself if this bet that Mr. Fogg talked about was not
+really in good earnest, and whether his fate was not in truth forcing
+him, despite his love of repose, around the world in eighty days!
+
+Having purchased the usual quota of shirts and shoes, he took a
+leisurely promenade about the streets, where crowds of people of many
+nationalities—Europeans, Persians with pointed caps, Banyas with round
+turbans, Sindes with square bonnets, Parsees with black mitres, and
+long-robed Armenians—were collected. It happened to be the day of a
+Parsee festival. These descendants of the sect of Zoroaster—the most
+thrifty, civilised, intelligent, and austere of the East Indians, among
+whom are counted the richest native merchants of Bombay—were
+celebrating a sort of religious carnival, with processions and shows,
+in the midst of which Indian dancing-girls, clothed in rose-coloured
+gauze, looped up with gold and silver, danced airily, but with perfect
+modesty, to the sound of viols and the clanging of tambourines. It is
+needless to say that Passepartout watched these curious ceremonies with
+staring eyes and gaping mouth, and that his countenance was that of the
+greenest booby imaginable.
+
+Unhappily for his master, as well as himself, his curiosity drew him
+unconsciously farther off than he intended to go. At last, having seen
+the Parsee carnival wind away in the distance, he was turning his steps
+towards the station, when he happened to espy the splendid pagoda on
+Malabar Hill, and was seized with an irresistible desire to see its
+interior. He was quite ignorant that it is forbidden to Christians to
+enter certain Indian temples, and that even the faithful must not go in
+without first leaving their shoes outside the door. It may be said here
+that the wise policy of the British Government severely punishes a
+disregard of the practices of the native religions.
+
+Passepartout, however, thinking no harm, went in like a simple tourist,
+and was soon lost in admiration of the splendid Brahmin ornamentation
+which everywhere met his eyes, when of a sudden he found himself
+sprawling on the sacred flagging. He looked up to behold three enraged
+priests, who forthwith fell upon him; tore off his shoes, and began to
+beat him with loud, savage exclamations. The agile Frenchman was soon
+upon his feet again, and lost no time in knocking down two of his
+long-gowned adversaries with his fists and a vigorous application of
+his toes; then, rushing out of the pagoda as fast as his legs could
+carry him, he soon escaped the third priest by mingling with the crowd
+in the streets.
+
+At five minutes before eight, Passepartout, hatless, shoeless, and
+having in the squabble lost his package of shirts and shoes, rushed
+breathlessly into the station.
+
+Fix, who had followed Mr. Fogg to the station, and saw that he was
+really going to leave Bombay, was there, upon the platform. He had
+resolved to follow the supposed robber to Calcutta, and farther, if
+necessary. Passepartout did not observe the detective, who stood in an
+obscure corner; but Fix heard him relate his adventures in a few words
+to Mr. Fogg.
+
+“I hope that this will not happen again,” said Phileas Fogg coldly, as
+he got into the train. Poor Passepartout, quite crestfallen, followed
+his master without a word. Fix was on the point of entering another
+carriage, when an idea struck him which induced him to alter his plan.
+
+“No, I’ll stay,” muttered he. “An offence has been committed on Indian
+soil. I’ve got my man.”
+
+Just then the locomotive gave a sharp screech, and the train passed out
+into the darkness of the night.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XI.
+IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG SECURES A CURIOUS MEANS OF CONVEYANCE AT A
+FABULOUS PRICE
+
+
+The train had started punctually. Among the passengers were a number of
+officers, Government officials, and opium and indigo merchants, whose
+business called them to the eastern coast. Passepartout rode in the
+same carriage with his master, and a third passenger occupied a seat
+opposite to them. This was Sir Francis Cromarty, one of Mr. Fogg’s
+whist partners on the “Mongolia,” now on his way to join his corps at
+Benares. Sir Francis was a tall, fair man of fifty, who had greatly
+distinguished himself in the last Sepoy revolt. He made India his home,
+only paying brief visits to England at rare intervals; and was almost
+as familiar as a native with the customs, history, and character of
+India and its people. But Phileas Fogg, who was not travelling, but
+only describing a circumference, took no pains to inquire into these
+subjects; he was a solid body, traversing an orbit around the
+terrestrial globe, according to the laws of rational mechanics. He was
+at this moment calculating in his mind the number of hours spent since
+his departure from London, and, had it been in his nature to make a
+useless demonstration, would have rubbed his hands for satisfaction.
+Sir Francis Cromarty had observed the oddity of his travelling
+companion—although the only opportunity he had for studying him had
+been while he was dealing the cards, and between two rubbers—and
+questioned himself whether a human heart really beat beneath this cold
+exterior, and whether Phileas Fogg had any sense of the beauties of
+nature. The brigadier-general was free to mentally confess that, of all
+the eccentric persons he had ever met, none was comparable to this
+product of the exact sciences.
+
+Phileas Fogg had not concealed from Sir Francis his design of going
+round the world, nor the circumstances under which he set out; and the
+general only saw in the wager a useless eccentricity and a lack of
+sound common sense. In the way this strange gentleman was going on, he
+would leave the world without having done any good to himself or
+anybody else.
+
+An hour after leaving Bombay the train had passed the viaducts and the
+Island of Salcette, and had got into the open country. At Callyan they
+reached the junction of the branch line which descends towards
+south-eastern India by Kandallah and Pounah; and, passing Pauwell, they
+entered the defiles of the mountains, with their basalt bases, and
+their summits crowned with thick and verdant forests. Phileas Fogg and
+Sir Francis Cromarty exchanged a few words from time to time, and now
+Sir Francis, reviving the conversation, observed, “Some years ago, Mr.
+Fogg, you would have met with a delay at this point which would
+probably have lost you your wager.”
+
+“How so, Sir Francis?”
+
+“Because the railway stopped at the base of these mountains, which the
+passengers were obliged to cross in palanquins or on ponies to
+Kandallah, on the other side.”
+
+“Such a delay would not have deranged my plans in the least,” said Mr.
+Fogg. “I have constantly foreseen the likelihood of certain obstacles.”
+
+“But, Mr. Fogg,” pursued Sir Francis, “you run the risk of having some
+difficulty about this worthy fellow’s adventure at the pagoda.”
+Passepartout, his feet comfortably wrapped in his travelling-blanket,
+was sound asleep and did not dream that anybody was talking about him.
+“The Government is very severe upon that kind of offence. It takes
+particular care that the religious customs of the Indians should be
+respected, and if your servant were caught—”
+
+“Very well, Sir Francis,” replied Mr. Fogg; “if he had been caught he
+would have been condemned and punished, and then would have quietly
+returned to Europe. I don’t see how this affair could have delayed his
+master.”
+
+The conversation fell again. During the night the train left the
+mountains behind, and passed Nassik, and the next day proceeded over
+the flat, well-cultivated country of the Khandeish, with its straggling
+villages, above which rose the minarets of the pagodas. This fertile
+territory is watered by numerous small rivers and limpid streams,
+mostly tributaries of the Godavery.
+
+Passepartout, on waking and looking out, could not realise that he was
+actually crossing India in a railway train. The locomotive, guided by
+an English engineer and fed with English coal, threw out its smoke upon
+cotton, coffee, nutmeg, clove, and pepper plantations, while the steam
+curled in spirals around groups of palm-trees, in the midst of which
+were seen picturesque bungalows, viharis (sort of abandoned
+monasteries), and marvellous temples enriched by the exhaustless
+ornamentation of Indian architecture. Then they came upon vast tracts
+extending to the horizon, with jungles inhabited by snakes and tigers,
+which fled at the noise of the train; succeeded by forests penetrated
+by the railway, and still haunted by elephants which, with pensive
+eyes, gazed at the train as it passed. The travellers crossed, beyond
+Milligaum, the fatal country so often stained with blood by the
+sectaries of the goddess Kali. Not far off rose Ellora, with its
+graceful pagodas, and the famous Aurungabad, capital of the ferocious
+Aureng-Zeb, now the chief town of one of the detached provinces of the
+kingdom of the Nizam. It was thereabouts that Feringhea, the Thuggee
+chief, king of the stranglers, held his sway. These ruffians, united by
+a secret bond, strangled victims of every age in honour of the goddess
+Death, without ever shedding blood; there was a period when this part
+of the country could scarcely be travelled over without corpses being
+found in every direction. The English Government has succeeded in
+greatly diminishing these murders, though the Thuggees still exist, and
+pursue the exercise of their horrible rites.
+
+At half-past twelve the train stopped at Burhampoor where Passepartout
+was able to purchase some Indian slippers, ornamented with false
+pearls, in which, with evident vanity, he proceeded to encase his feet.
+The travellers made a hasty breakfast and started off for Assurghur,
+after skirting for a little the banks of the small river Tapty, which
+empties into the Gulf of Cambray, near Surat.
+
+Passepartout was now plunged into absorbing reverie. Up to his arrival
+at Bombay, he had entertained hopes that their journey would end there;
+but, now that they were plainly whirling across India at full speed, a
+sudden change had come over the spirit of his dreams. His old vagabond
+nature returned to him; the fantastic ideas of his youth once more took
+possession of him. He came to regard his master’s project as intended
+in good earnest, believed in the reality of the bet, and therefore in
+the tour of the world and the necessity of making it without fail
+within the designated period. Already he began to worry about possible
+delays, and accidents which might happen on the way. He recognised
+himself as being personally interested in the wager, and trembled at
+the thought that he might have been the means of losing it by his
+unpardonable folly of the night before. Being much less cool-headed
+than Mr. Fogg, he was much more restless, counting and recounting the
+days passed over, uttering maledictions when the train stopped, and
+accusing it of sluggishness, and mentally blaming Mr. Fogg for not
+having bribed the engineer. The worthy fellow was ignorant that, while
+it was possible by such means to hasten the rate of a steamer, it could
+not be done on the railway.
+
+The train entered the defiles of the Sutpour Mountains, which separate
+the Khandeish from Bundelcund, towards evening. The next day Sir
+Francis Cromarty asked Passepartout what time it was; to which, on
+consulting his watch, he replied that it was three in the morning. This
+famous timepiece, always regulated on the Greenwich meridian, which was
+now some seventy-seven degrees westward, was at least four hours slow.
+Sir Francis corrected Passepartout’s time, whereupon the latter made
+the same remark that he had done to Fix; and upon the general insisting
+that the watch should be regulated in each new meridian, since he was
+constantly going eastward, that is in the face of the sun, and
+therefore the days were shorter by four minutes for each degree gone
+over, Passepartout obstinately refused to alter his watch, which he
+kept at London time. It was an innocent delusion which could harm no
+one.
+
+The train stopped, at eight o’clock, in the midst of a glade some
+fifteen miles beyond Rothal, where there were several bungalows, and
+workmen’s cabins. The conductor, passing along the carriages, shouted,
+“Passengers will get out here!”
+
+Phileas Fogg looked at Sir Francis Cromarty for an explanation; but the
+general could not tell what meant a halt in the midst of this forest of
+dates and acacias.
+
+Passepartout, not less surprised, rushed out and speedily returned,
+crying: “Monsieur, no more railway!”
+
+“What do you mean?” asked Sir Francis.
+
+“I mean to say that the train isn’t going on.”
+
+The general at once stepped out, while Phileas Fogg calmly followed
+him, and they proceeded together to the conductor.
+
+“Where are we?” asked Sir Francis.
+
+“At the hamlet of Kholby.”
+
+“Do we stop here?”
+
+“Certainly. The railway isn’t finished.”
+
+“What! not finished?”
+
+“No. There’s still a matter of fifty miles to be laid from here to
+Allahabad, where the line begins again.”
+
+“But the papers announced the opening of the railway throughout.”
+
+“What would you have, officer? The papers were mistaken.”
+
+“Yet you sell tickets from Bombay to Calcutta,” retorted Sir Francis,
+who was growing warm.
+
+“No doubt,” replied the conductor; “but the passengers know that they
+must provide means of transportation for themselves from Kholby to
+Allahabad.”
+
+Sir Francis was furious. Passepartout would willingly have knocked the
+conductor down, and did not dare to look at his master.
+
+“Sir Francis,” said Mr. Fogg quietly, “we will, if you please, look
+about for some means of conveyance to Allahabad.”
+
+“Mr. Fogg, this is a delay greatly to your disadvantage.”
+
+“No, Sir Francis; it was foreseen.”
+
+“What! You knew that the way—”
+
+“Not at all; but I knew that some obstacle or other would sooner or
+later arise on my route. Nothing, therefore, is lost. I have two days,
+which I have already gained, to sacrifice. A steamer leaves Calcutta
+for Hong Kong at noon, on the 25th. This is the 22nd, and we shall
+reach Calcutta in time.”
+
+There was nothing to say to so confident a response.
+
+It was but too true that the railway came to a termination at this
+point. The papers were like some watches, which have a way of getting
+too fast, and had been premature in their announcement of the
+completion of the line. The greater part of the travellers were aware
+of this interruption, and, leaving the train, they began to engage such
+vehicles as the village could provide four-wheeled palkigharis, waggons
+drawn by zebus, carriages that looked like perambulating pagodas,
+palanquins, ponies, and what not.
+
+Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty, after searching the village from end
+to end, came back without having found anything.
+
+“I shall go afoot,” said Phileas Fogg.
+
+Passepartout, who had now rejoined his master, made a wry grimace, as
+he thought of his magnificent, but too frail Indian shoes. Happily he
+too had been looking about him, and, after a moment’s hesitation, said,
+“Monsieur, I think I have found a means of conveyance.”
+
+“What?”
+
+“An elephant! An elephant that belongs to an Indian who lives but a
+hundred steps from here.”
+
+“Let’s go and see the elephant,” replied Mr. Fogg.
+
+They soon reached a small hut, near which, enclosed within some high
+palings, was the animal in question. An Indian came out of the hut,
+and, at their request, conducted them within the enclosure. The
+elephant, which its owner had reared, not for a beast of burden, but
+for warlike purposes, was half domesticated. The Indian had begun
+already, by often irritating him, and feeding him every three months on
+sugar and butter, to impart to him a ferocity not in his nature, this
+method being often employed by those who train the Indian elephants for
+battle. Happily, however, for Mr. Fogg, the animal’s instruction in
+this direction had not gone far, and the elephant still preserved his
+natural gentleness. Kiouni—this was the name of the beast—could
+doubtless travel rapidly for a long time, and, in default of any other
+means of conveyance, Mr. Fogg resolved to hire him. But elephants are
+far from cheap in India, where they are becoming scarce, the males,
+which alone are suitable for circus shows, are much sought, especially
+as but few of them are domesticated. When therefore Mr. Fogg proposed
+to the Indian to hire Kiouni, he refused point-blank. Mr. Fogg
+persisted, offering the excessive sum of ten pounds an hour for the
+loan of the beast to Allahabad. Refused. Twenty pounds? Refused also.
+Forty pounds? Still refused. Passepartout jumped at each advance; but
+the Indian declined to be tempted. Yet the offer was an alluring one,
+for, supposing it took the elephant fifteen hours to reach Allahabad,
+his owner would receive no less than six hundred pounds sterling.
+
+Phileas Fogg, without getting in the least flurried, then proposed to
+purchase the animal outright, and at first offered a thousand pounds
+for him. The Indian, perhaps thinking he was going to make a great
+bargain, still refused.
+
+Sir Francis Cromarty took Mr. Fogg aside, and begged him to reflect
+before he went any further; to which that gentleman replied that he was
+not in the habit of acting rashly, that a bet of twenty thousand pounds
+was at stake, that the elephant was absolutely necessary to him, and
+that he would secure him if he had to pay twenty times his value.
+Returning to the Indian, whose small, sharp eyes, glistening with
+avarice, betrayed that with him it was only a question of how great a
+price he could obtain. Mr. Fogg offered first twelve hundred, then
+fifteen hundred, eighteen hundred, two thousand pounds. Passepartout,
+usually so rubicund, was fairly white with suspense.
+
+At two thousand pounds the Indian yielded.
+
+“What a price, good heavens!” cried Passepartout, “for an elephant.”
+
+It only remained now to find a guide, which was comparatively easy. A
+young Parsee, with an intelligent face, offered his services, which Mr.
+Fogg accepted, promising so generous a reward as to materially
+stimulate his zeal. The elephant was led out and equipped. The Parsee,
+who was an accomplished elephant driver, covered his back with a sort
+of saddle-cloth, and attached to each of his flanks some curiously
+uncomfortable howdahs. Phileas Fogg paid the Indian with some banknotes
+which he extracted from the famous carpet-bag, a proceeding that seemed
+to deprive poor Passepartout of his vitals. Then he offered to carry
+Sir Francis to Allahabad, which the brigadier gratefully accepted, as
+one traveller the more would not be likely to fatigue the gigantic
+beast. Provisions were purchased at Kholby, and, while Sir Francis and
+Mr. Fogg took the howdahs on either side, Passepartout got astride the
+saddle-cloth between them. The Parsee perched himself on the elephant’s
+neck, and at nine o’clock they set out from the village, the animal
+marching off through the dense forest of palms by the shortest cut.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XII.
+IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AND HIS COMPANIONS VENTURE ACROSS THE INDIAN
+FORESTS, AND WHAT ENSUED
+
+
+In order to shorten the journey, the guide passed to the left of the
+line where the railway was still in process of being built. This line,
+owing to the capricious turnings of the Vindhia Mountains, did not
+pursue a straight course. The Parsee, who was quite familiar with the
+roads and paths in the district, declared that they would gain twenty
+miles by striking directly through the forest.
+
+Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty, plunged to the neck in the
+peculiar howdahs provided for them, were horribly jostled by the swift
+trotting of the elephant, spurred on as he was by the skilful Parsee;
+but they endured the discomfort with true British phlegm, talking
+little, and scarcely able to catch a glimpse of each other. As for
+Passepartout, who was mounted on the beast’s back, and received the
+direct force of each concussion as he trod along, he was very careful,
+in accordance with his master’s advice, to keep his tongue from between
+his teeth, as it would otherwise have been bitten off short. The worthy
+fellow bounced from the elephant’s neck to his rump, and vaulted like a
+clown on a spring-board; yet he laughed in the midst of his bouncing,
+and from time to time took a piece of sugar out of his pocket, and
+inserted it in Kiouni’s trunk, who received it without in the least
+slackening his regular trot.
+
+After two hours the guide stopped the elephant, and gave him an hour
+for rest, during which Kiouni, after quenching his thirst at a
+neighbouring spring, set to devouring the branches and shrubs round
+about him. Neither Sir Francis nor Mr. Fogg regretted the delay, and
+both descended with a feeling of relief. “Why, he’s made of iron!”
+exclaimed the general, gazing admiringly on Kiouni.
+
+“Of forged iron,” replied Passepartout, as he set about preparing a
+hasty breakfast.
+
+At noon the Parsee gave the signal of departure. The country soon
+presented a very savage aspect. Copses of dates and dwarf-palms
+succeeded the dense forests; then vast, dry plains, dotted with scanty
+shrubs, and sown with great blocks of syenite. All this portion of
+Bundelcund, which is little frequented by travellers, is inhabited by a
+fanatical population, hardened in the most horrible practices of the
+Hindoo faith. The English have not been able to secure complete
+dominion over this territory, which is subjected to the influence of
+rajahs, whom it is almost impossible to reach in their inaccessible
+mountain fastnesses. The travellers several times saw bands of
+ferocious Indians, who, when they perceived the elephant striding
+across-country, made angry and threatening motions. The Parsee avoided
+them as much as possible. Few animals were observed on the route; even
+the monkeys hurried from their path with contortions and grimaces which
+convulsed Passepartout with laughter.
+
+In the midst of his gaiety, however, one thought troubled the worthy
+servant. What would Mr. Fogg do with the elephant when he got to
+Allahabad? Would he carry him on with him? Impossible! The cost of
+transporting him would make him ruinously expensive. Would he sell him,
+or set him free? The estimable beast certainly deserved some
+consideration. Should Mr. Fogg choose to make him, Passepartout, a
+present of Kiouni, he would be very much embarrassed; and these
+thoughts did not cease worrying him for a long time.
+
+The principal chain of the Vindhias was crossed by eight in the
+evening, and another halt was made on the northern slope, in a ruined
+bungalow. They had gone nearly twenty-five miles that day, and an equal
+distance still separated them from the station of Allahabad.
+
+The night was cold. The Parsee lit a fire in the bungalow with a few
+dry branches, and the warmth was very grateful, provisions purchased at
+Kholby sufficed for supper, and the travellers ate ravenously. The
+conversation, beginning with a few disconnected phrases, soon gave
+place to loud and steady snores. The guide watched Kiouni, who slept
+standing, bolstering himself against the trunk of a large tree. Nothing
+occurred during the night to disturb the slumberers, although
+occasional growls from panthers and chatterings of monkeys broke the
+silence; the more formidable beasts made no cries or hostile
+demonstration against the occupants of the bungalow. Sir Francis slept
+heavily, like an honest soldier overcome with fatigue. Passepartout was
+wrapped in uneasy dreams of the bouncing of the day before. As for Mr.
+Fogg, he slumbered as peacefully as if he had been in his serene
+mansion in Saville Row.
+
+The journey was resumed at six in the morning; the guide hoped to reach
+Allahabad by evening. In that case, Mr. Fogg would only lose a part of
+the forty-eight hours saved since the beginning of the tour. Kiouni,
+resuming his rapid gait, soon descended the lower spurs of the
+Vindhias, and towards noon they passed by the village of Kallenger, on
+the Cani, one of the branches of the Ganges. The guide avoided
+inhabited places, thinking it safer to keep the open country, which
+lies along the first depressions of the basin of the great river.
+Allahabad was now only twelve miles to the north-east. They stopped
+under a clump of bananas, the fruit of which, as healthy as bread and
+as succulent as cream, was amply partaken of and appreciated.
+
+At two o’clock the guide entered a thick forest which extended several
+miles; he preferred to travel under cover of the woods. They had not as
+yet had any unpleasant encounters, and the journey seemed on the point
+of being successfully accomplished, when the elephant, becoming
+restless, suddenly stopped.
+
+It was then four o’clock.
+
+“What’s the matter?” asked Sir Francis, putting out his head.
+
+“I don’t know, officer,” replied the Parsee, listening attentively to a
+confused murmur which came through the thick branches.
+
+The murmur soon became more distinct; it now seemed like a distant
+concert of human voices accompanied by brass instruments. Passepartout
+was all eyes and ears. Mr. Fogg patiently waited without a word. The
+Parsee jumped to the ground, fastened the elephant to a tree, and
+plunged into the thicket. He soon returned, saying:
+
+“A procession of Brahmins is coming this way. We must prevent their
+seeing us, if possible.”
+
+The guide unloosed the elephant and led him into a thicket, at the same
+time asking the travellers not to stir. He held himself ready to
+bestride the animal at a moment’s notice, should flight become
+necessary; but he evidently thought that the procession of the faithful
+would pass without perceiving them amid the thick foliage, in which
+they were wholly concealed.
+
+The discordant tones of the voices and instruments drew nearer, and now
+droning songs mingled with the sound of the tambourines and cymbals.
+The head of the procession soon appeared beneath the trees, a hundred
+paces away; and the strange figures who performed the religious
+ceremony were easily distinguished through the branches. First came the
+priests, with mitres on their heads, and clothed in long lace robes.
+They were surrounded by men, women, and children, who sang a kind of
+lugubrious psalm, interrupted at regular intervals by the tambourines
+and cymbals; while behind them was drawn a car with large wheels, the
+spokes of which represented serpents entwined with each other. Upon the
+car, which was drawn by four richly caparisoned zebus, stood a hideous
+statue with four arms, the body coloured a dull red, with haggard eyes,
+dishevelled hair, protruding tongue, and lips tinted with betel. It
+stood upright upon the figure of a prostrate and headless giant.
+
+Sir Francis, recognising the statue, whispered, “The goddess Kali; the
+goddess of love and death.”
+
+“Of death, perhaps,” muttered back Passepartout, “but of love—that ugly
+old hag? Never!”
+
+The Parsee made a motion to keep silence.
+
+A group of old fakirs were capering and making a wild ado round the
+statue; these were striped with ochre, and covered with cuts whence
+their blood issued drop by drop—stupid fanatics, who, in the great
+Indian ceremonies, still throw themselves under the wheels of
+Juggernaut. Some Brahmins, clad in all the sumptuousness of Oriental
+apparel, and leading a woman who faltered at every step, followed. This
+woman was young, and as fair as a European. Her head and neck,
+shoulders, ears, arms, hands, and toes were loaded down with jewels and
+gems with bracelets, earrings, and rings; while a tunic bordered with
+gold, and covered with a light muslin robe, betrayed the outline of her
+form.
+
+The guards who followed the young woman presented a violent contrast to
+her, armed as they were with naked sabres hung at their waists, and
+long damascened pistols, and bearing a corpse on a palanquin. It was
+the body of an old man, gorgeously arrayed in the habiliments of a
+rajah, wearing, as in life, a turban embroidered with pearls, a robe of
+tissue of silk and gold, a scarf of cashmere sewed with diamonds, and
+the magnificent weapons of a Hindoo prince. Next came the musicians and
+a rearguard of capering fakirs, whose cries sometimes drowned the noise
+of the instruments; these closed the procession.
+
+Sir Francis watched the procession with a sad countenance, and, turning
+to the guide, said, “A suttee.”
+
+The Parsee nodded, and put his finger to his lips. The procession
+slowly wound under the trees, and soon its last ranks disappeared in
+the depths of the wood. The songs gradually died away; occasionally
+cries were heard in the distance, until at last all was silence again.
+
+Phileas Fogg had heard what Sir Francis said, and, as soon as the
+procession had disappeared, asked: “What is a suttee?”
+
+“A suttee,” returned the general, “is a human sacrifice, but a
+voluntary one. The woman you have just seen will be burned to-morrow at
+the dawn of day.”
+
+“Oh, the scoundrels!” cried Passepartout, who could not repress his
+indignation.
+
+“And the corpse?” asked Mr. Fogg.
+
+“Is that of the prince, her husband,” said the guide; “an independent
+rajah of Bundelcund.”
+
+“Is it possible,” resumed Phileas Fogg, his voice betraying not the
+least emotion, “that these barbarous customs still exist in India, and
+that the English have been unable to put a stop to them?”
+
+“These sacrifices do not occur in the larger portion of India,” replied
+Sir Francis; “but we have no power over these savage territories, and
+especially here in Bundelcund. The whole district north of the Vindhias
+is the theatre of incessant murders and pillage.”
+
+“The poor wretch!” exclaimed Passepartout, “to be burned alive!”
+
+“Yes,” returned Sir Francis, “burned alive. And, if she were not, you
+cannot conceive what treatment she would be obliged to submit to from
+her relatives. They would shave off her hair, feed her on a scanty
+allowance of rice, treat her with contempt; she would be looked upon as
+an unclean creature, and would die in some corner, like a scurvy dog.
+The prospect of so frightful an existence drives these poor creatures
+to the sacrifice much more than love or religious fanaticism.
+Sometimes, however, the sacrifice is really voluntary, and it requires
+the active interference of the Government to prevent it. Several years
+ago, when I was living at Bombay, a young widow asked permission of the
+governor to be burned along with her husband’s body; but, as you may
+imagine, he refused. The woman left the town, took refuge with an
+independent rajah, and there carried out her self-devoted purpose.”
+
+While Sir Francis was speaking, the guide shook his head several times,
+and now said: “The sacrifice which will take place to-morrow at dawn is
+not a voluntary one.”
+
+“How do you know?”
+
+“Everybody knows about this affair in Bundelcund.”
+
+“But the wretched creature did not seem to be making any resistance,”
+observed Sir Francis.
+
+“That was because they had intoxicated her with fumes of hemp and
+opium.”
+
+“But where are they taking her?”
+
+“To the pagoda of Pillaji, two miles from here; she will pass the night
+there.”
+
+“And the sacrifice will take place—”
+
+“To-morrow, at the first light of dawn.”
+
+The guide now led the elephant out of the thicket, and leaped upon his
+neck. Just at the moment that he was about to urge Kiouni forward with
+a peculiar whistle, Mr. Fogg stopped him, and, turning to Sir Francis
+Cromarty, said, “Suppose we save this woman.”
+
+“Save the woman, Mr. Fogg!”
+
+“I have yet twelve hours to spare; I can devote them to that.”
+
+“Why, you are a man of heart!”
+
+“Sometimes,” replied Phileas Fogg, quietly; “when I have the time.”
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII.
+IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT RECEIVES A NEW PROOF THAT FORTUNE FAVORS THE
+BRAVE
+
+
+The project was a bold one, full of difficulty, perhaps impracticable.
+Mr. Fogg was going to risk life, or at least liberty, and therefore the
+success of his tour. But he did not hesitate, and he found in Sir
+Francis Cromarty an enthusiastic ally.
+
+As for Passepartout, he was ready for anything that might be proposed.
+His master’s idea charmed him; he perceived a heart, a soul, under that
+icy exterior. He began to love Phileas Fogg.
+
+There remained the guide: what course would he adopt? Would he not take
+part with the Indians? In default of his assistance, it was necessary
+to be assured of his neutrality.
+
+Sir Francis frankly put the question to him.
+
+“Officers,” replied the guide, “I am a Parsee, and this woman is a
+Parsee. Command me as you will.”
+
+“Excellent!” said Mr. Fogg.
+
+“However,” resumed the guide, “it is certain, not only that we shall
+risk our lives, but horrible tortures, if we are taken.”
+
+“That is foreseen,” replied Mr. Fogg. “I think we must wait till night
+before acting.”
+
+“I think so,” said the guide.
+
+The worthy Indian then gave some account of the victim, who, he said,
+was a celebrated beauty of the Parsee race, and the daughter of a
+wealthy Bombay merchant. She had received a thoroughly English
+education in that city, and, from her manners and intelligence, would
+be thought an European. Her name was Aouda. Left an orphan, she was
+married against her will to the old rajah of Bundelcund; and, knowing
+the fate that awaited her, she escaped, was retaken, and devoted by the
+rajah’s relatives, who had an interest in her death, to the sacrifice
+from which it seemed she could not escape.
+
+The Parsee’s narrative only confirmed Mr. Fogg and his companions in
+their generous design. It was decided that the guide should direct the
+elephant towards the pagoda of Pillaji, which he accordingly approached
+as quickly as possible. They halted, half an hour afterwards, in a
+copse, some five hundred feet from the pagoda, where they were well
+concealed; but they could hear the groans and cries of the fakirs
+distinctly.
+
+They then discussed the means of getting at the victim. The guide was
+familiar with the pagoda of Pillaji, in which, as he declared, the
+young woman was imprisoned. Could they enter any of its doors while the
+whole party of Indians was plunged in a drunken sleep, or was it safer
+to attempt to make a hole in the walls? This could only be determined
+at the moment and the place themselves; but it was certain that the
+abduction must be made that night, and not when, at break of day, the
+victim was led to her funeral pyre. Then no human intervention could
+save her.
+
+As soon as night fell, about six o’clock, they decided to make a
+reconnaissance around the pagoda. The cries of the fakirs were just
+ceasing; the Indians were in the act of plunging themselves into the
+drunkenness caused by liquid opium mingled with hemp, and it might be
+possible to slip between them to the temple itself.
+
+The Parsee, leading the others, noiselessly crept through the wood, and
+in ten minutes they found themselves on the banks of a small stream,
+whence, by the light of the rosin torches, they perceived a pyre of
+wood, on the top of which lay the embalmed body of the rajah, which was
+to be burned with his wife. The pagoda, whose minarets loomed above the
+trees in the deepening dusk, stood a hundred steps away.
+
+“Come!” whispered the guide.
+
+He slipped more cautiously than ever through the brush, followed by his
+companions; the silence around was only broken by the low murmuring of
+the wind among the branches.
+
+Soon the Parsee stopped on the borders of the glade, which was lit up
+by the torches. The ground was covered by groups of the Indians,
+motionless in their drunken sleep; it seemed a battlefield strewn with
+the dead. Men, women, and children lay together.
+
+In the background, among the trees, the pagoda of Pillaji loomed
+distinctly. Much to the guide’s disappointment, the guards of the
+rajah, lighted by torches, were watching at the doors and marching to
+and fro with naked sabres; probably the priests, too, were watching
+within.
+
+The Parsee, now convinced that it was impossible to force an entrance
+to the temple, advanced no farther, but led his companions back again.
+Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty also saw that nothing could be
+attempted in that direction. They stopped, and engaged in a whispered
+colloquy.
+
+“It is only eight now,” said the brigadier, “and these guards may also
+go to sleep.”
+
+“It is not impossible,” returned the Parsee.
+
+They lay down at the foot of a tree, and waited.
+
+The time seemed long; the guide ever and anon left them to take an
+observation on the edge of the wood, but the guards watched steadily by
+the glare of the torches, and a dim light crept through the windows of
+the pagoda.
+
+They waited till midnight; but no change took place among the guards,
+and it became apparent that their yielding to sleep could not be
+counted on. The other plan must be carried out; an opening in the walls
+of the pagoda must be made. It remained to ascertain whether the
+priests were watching by the side of their victim as assiduously as
+were the soldiers at the door.
+
+After a last consultation, the guide announced that he was ready for
+the attempt, and advanced, followed by the others. They took a
+roundabout way, so as to get at the pagoda on the rear. They reached
+the walls about half-past twelve, without having met anyone; here there
+was no guard, nor were there either windows or doors.
+
+The night was dark. The moon, on the wane, scarcely left the horizon,
+and was covered with heavy clouds; the height of the trees deepened the
+darkness.
+
+It was not enough to reach the walls; an opening in them must be
+accomplished, and to attain this purpose the party only had their
+pocket-knives. Happily the temple walls were built of brick and wood,
+which could be penetrated with little difficulty; after one brick had
+been taken out, the rest would yield easily.
+
+They set noiselessly to work, and the Parsee on one side and
+Passepartout on the other began to loosen the bricks so as to make an
+aperture two feet wide. They were getting on rapidly, when suddenly a
+cry was heard in the interior of the temple, followed almost instantly
+by other cries replying from the outside. Passepartout and the guide
+stopped. Had they been heard? Was the alarm being given? Common
+prudence urged them to retire, and they did so, followed by Phileas
+Fogg and Sir Francis. They again hid themselves in the wood, and waited
+till the disturbance, whatever it might be, ceased, holding themselves
+ready to resume their attempt without delay. But, awkwardly enough, the
+guards now appeared at the rear of the temple, and there installed
+themselves, in readiness to prevent a surprise.
+
+It would be difficult to describe the disappointment of the party, thus
+interrupted in their work. They could not now reach the victim; how,
+then, could they save her? Sir Francis shook his fists, Passepartout
+was beside himself, and the guide gnashed his teeth with rage. The
+tranquil Fogg waited, without betraying any emotion.
+
+“We have nothing to do but to go away,” whispered Sir Francis.
+
+“Nothing but to go away,” echoed the guide.
+
+“Stop,” said Fogg. “I am only due at Allahabad tomorrow before noon.”
+
+“But what can you hope to do?” asked Sir Francis. “In a few hours it
+will be daylight, and—”
+
+“The chance which now seems lost may present itself at the last
+moment.”
+
+Sir Francis would have liked to read Phileas Fogg’s eyes. What was this
+cool Englishman thinking of? Was he planning to make a rush for the
+young woman at the very moment of the sacrifice, and boldly snatch her
+from her executioners?
+
+This would be utter folly, and it was hard to admit that Fogg was such
+a fool. Sir Francis consented, however, to remain to the end of this
+terrible drama. The guide led them to the rear of the glade, where they
+were able to observe the sleeping groups.
+
+Meanwhile Passepartout, who had perched himself on the lower branches
+of a tree, was resolving an idea which had at first struck him like a
+flash, and which was now firmly lodged in his brain.
+
+He had commenced by saying to himself, “What folly!” and then he
+repeated, “Why not, after all? It’s a chance,—perhaps the only one; and
+with such sots!” Thinking thus, he slipped, with the suppleness of a
+serpent, to the lowest branches, the ends of which bent almost to the
+ground.
+
+The hours passed, and the lighter shades now announced the approach of
+day, though it was not yet light. This was the moment. The slumbering
+multitude became animated, the tambourines sounded, songs and cries
+arose; the hour of the sacrifice had come. The doors of the pagoda
+swung open, and a bright light escaped from its interior, in the midst
+of which Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis espied the victim. She seemed, having
+shaken off the stupor of intoxication, to be striving to escape from
+her executioner. Sir Francis’s heart throbbed; and, convulsively
+seizing Mr. Fogg’s hand, found in it an open knife. Just at this moment
+the crowd began to move. The young woman had again fallen into a stupor
+caused by the fumes of hemp, and passed among the fakirs, who escorted
+her with their wild, religious cries.
+
+Phileas Fogg and his companions, mingling in the rear ranks of the
+crowd, followed; and in two minutes they reached the banks of the
+stream, and stopped fifty paces from the pyre, upon which still lay the
+rajah’s corpse. In the semi-obscurity they saw the victim, quite
+senseless, stretched out beside her husband’s body. Then a torch was
+brought, and the wood, heavily soaked with oil, instantly took fire.
+
+At this moment Sir Francis and the guide seized Phileas Fogg, who, in
+an instant of mad generosity, was about to rush upon the pyre. But he
+had quickly pushed them aside, when the whole scene suddenly changed. A
+cry of terror arose. The whole multitude prostrated themselves,
+terror-stricken, on the ground.
+
+The old rajah was not dead, then, since he rose of a sudden, like a
+spectre, took up his wife in his arms, and descended from the pyre in
+the midst of the clouds of smoke, which only heightened his ghostly
+appearance.
+
+Fakirs and soldiers and priests, seized with instant terror, lay there,
+with their faces on the ground, not daring to lift their eyes and
+behold such a prodigy.
+
+The inanimate victim was borne along by the vigorous arms which
+supported her, and which she did not seem in the least to burden. Mr.
+Fogg and Sir Francis stood erect, the Parsee bowed his head, and
+Passepartout was, no doubt, scarcely less stupefied.
+
+The resuscitated rajah approached Sir Francis and Mr. Fogg, and, in an
+abrupt tone, said, “Let us be off!”
+
+It was Passepartout himself, who had slipped upon the pyre in the midst
+of the smoke and, profiting by the still overhanging darkness, had
+delivered the young woman from death! It was Passepartout who, playing
+his part with a happy audacity, had passed through the crowd amid the
+general terror.
+
+A moment after all four of the party had disappeared in the woods, and
+the elephant was bearing them away at a rapid pace. But the cries and
+noise, and a ball which whizzed through Phileas Fogg’s hat, apprised
+them that the trick had been discovered.
+
+The old rajah’s body, indeed, now appeared upon the burning pyre; and
+the priests, recovered from their terror, perceived that an abduction
+had taken place. They hastened into the forest, followed by the
+soldiers, who fired a volley after the fugitives; but the latter
+rapidly increased the distance between them, and ere long found
+themselves beyond the reach of the bullets and arrows.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIV.
+IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG DESCENDS THE WHOLE LENGTH OF THE BEAUTIFUL VALLEY
+OF THE GANGES WITHOUT EVER THINKING OF SEEING IT
+
+
+The rash exploit had been accomplished; and for an hour Passepartout
+laughed gaily at his success. Sir Francis pressed the worthy fellow’s
+hand, and his master said, “Well done!” which, from him, was high
+commendation; to which Passepartout replied that all the credit of the
+affair belonged to Mr. Fogg. As for him, he had only been struck with a
+“queer” idea; and he laughed to think that for a few moments he,
+Passepartout, the ex-gymnast, ex-sergeant fireman, had been the spouse
+of a charming woman, a venerable, embalmed rajah! As for the young
+Indian woman, she had been unconscious throughout of what was passing,
+and now, wrapped up in a travelling-blanket, was reposing in one of the
+howdahs.
+
+The elephant, thanks to the skilful guidance of the Parsee, was
+advancing rapidly through the still darksome forest, and, an hour after
+leaving the pagoda, had crossed a vast plain. They made a halt at seven
+o’clock, the young woman being still in a state of complete
+prostration. The guide made her drink a little brandy and water, but
+the drowsiness which stupefied her could not yet be shaken off. Sir
+Francis, who was familiar with the effects of the intoxication produced
+by the fumes of hemp, reassured his companions on her account. But he
+was more disturbed at the prospect of her future fate. He told Phileas
+Fogg that, should Aouda remain in India, she would inevitably fall
+again into the hands of her executioners. These fanatics were scattered
+throughout the county, and would, despite the English police, recover
+their victim at Madras, Bombay, or Calcutta. She would only be safe by
+quitting India for ever.
+
+Phileas Fogg replied that he would reflect upon the matter.
+
+The station at Allahabad was reached about ten o’clock, and, the
+interrupted line of railway being resumed, would enable them to reach
+Calcutta in less than twenty-four hours. Phileas Fogg would thus be
+able to arrive in time to take the steamer which left Calcutta the next
+day, October 25th, at noon, for Hong Kong.
+
+The young woman was placed in one of the waiting-rooms of the station,
+whilst Passepartout was charged with purchasing for her various
+articles of toilet, a dress, shawl, and some furs; for which his master
+gave him unlimited credit. Passepartout started off forthwith, and
+found himself in the streets of Allahabad, that is, the City of God,
+one of the most venerated in India, being built at the junction of the
+two sacred rivers, Ganges and Jumna, the waters of which attract
+pilgrims from every part of the peninsula. The Ganges, according to the
+legends of the Ramayana, rises in heaven, whence, owing to Brahma’s
+agency, it descends to the earth.
+
+Passepartout made it a point, as he made his purchases, to take a good
+look at the city. It was formerly defended by a noble fort, which has
+since become a state prison; its commerce has dwindled away, and
+Passepartout in vain looked about him for such a bazaar as he used to
+frequent in Regent Street. At last he came upon an elderly, crusty Jew,
+who sold second-hand articles, and from whom he purchased a dress of
+Scotch stuff, a large mantle, and a fine otter-skin pelisse, for which
+he did not hesitate to pay seventy-five pounds. He then returned
+triumphantly to the station.
+
+The influence to which the priests of Pillaji had subjected Aouda began
+gradually to yield, and she became more herself, so that her fine eyes
+resumed all their soft Indian expression.
+
+When the poet-king, Ucaf Uddaul, celebrates the charms of the queen of
+Ahmehnagara, he speaks thus:
+
+“Her shining tresses, divided in two parts, encircle the harmonious
+contour of her white and delicate cheeks, brilliant in their glow and
+freshness. Her ebony brows have the form and charm of the bow of Kama,
+the god of love, and beneath her long silken lashes the purest
+reflections and a celestial light swim, as in the sacred lakes of
+Himalaya, in the black pupils of her great clear eyes. Her teeth, fine,
+equal, and white, glitter between her smiling lips like dewdrops in a
+passion-flower’s half-enveloped breast. Her delicately formed ears, her
+vermilion hands, her little feet, curved and tender as the lotus-bud,
+glitter with the brilliancy of the loveliest pearls of Ceylon, the most
+dazzling diamonds of Golconda. Her narrow and supple waist, which a
+hand may clasp around, sets forth the outline of her rounded figure and
+the beauty of her bosom, where youth in its flower displays the wealth
+of its treasures; and beneath the silken folds of her tunic she seems
+to have been modelled in pure silver by the godlike hand of
+Vicvarcarma, the immortal sculptor.”
+
+It is enough to say, without applying this poetical rhapsody to Aouda,
+that she was a charming woman, in all the European acceptation of the
+phrase. She spoke English with great purity, and the guide had not
+exaggerated in saying that the young Parsee had been transformed by her
+bringing up.
+
+The train was about to start from Allahabad, and Mr. Fogg proceeded to
+pay the guide the price agreed upon for his service, and not a farthing
+more; which astonished Passepartout, who remembered all that his master
+owed to the guide’s devotion. He had, indeed, risked his life in the
+adventure at Pillaji, and, if he should be caught afterwards by the
+Indians, he would with difficulty escape their vengeance. Kiouni, also,
+must be disposed of. What should be done with the elephant, which had
+been so dearly purchased? Phileas Fogg had already determined this
+question.
+
+“Parsee,” said he to the guide, “you have been serviceable and devoted.
+I have paid for your service, but not for your devotion. Would you like
+to have this elephant? He is yours.”
+
+The guide’s eyes glistened.
+
+“Your honour is giving me a fortune!” cried he.
+
+“Take him, guide,” returned Mr. Fogg, “and I shall still be your
+debtor.”
+
+“Good!” exclaimed Passepartout. “Take him, friend. Kiouni is a brave
+and faithful beast.” And, going up to the elephant, he gave him several
+lumps of sugar, saying, “Here, Kiouni, here, here.”
+
+The elephant grunted out his satisfaction, and, clasping Passepartout
+around the waist with his trunk, lifted him as high as his head.
+Passepartout, not in the least alarmed, caressed the animal, which
+replaced him gently on the ground.
+
+Soon after, Phileas Fogg, Sir Francis Cromarty, and Passepartout,
+installed in a carriage with Aouda, who had the best seat, were
+whirling at full speed towards Benares. It was a run of eighty miles,
+and was accomplished in two hours. During the journey, the young woman
+fully recovered her senses. What was her astonishment to find herself
+in this carriage, on the railway, dressed in European habiliments, and
+with travellers who were quite strangers to her! Her companions first
+set about fully reviving her with a little liquor, and then Sir Francis
+narrated to her what had passed, dwelling upon the courage with which
+Phileas Fogg had not hesitated to risk his life to save her, and
+recounting the happy sequel of the venture, the result of
+Passepartout’s rash idea. Mr. Fogg said nothing; while Passepartout,
+abashed, kept repeating that “it wasn’t worth telling.”
+
+Aouda pathetically thanked her deliverers, rather with tears than
+words; her fine eyes interpreted her gratitude better than her lips.
+Then, as her thoughts strayed back to the scene of the sacrifice, and
+recalled the dangers which still menaced her, she shuddered with
+terror.
+
+Phileas Fogg understood what was passing in Aouda’s mind, and offered,
+in order to reassure her, to escort her to Hong Kong, where she might
+remain safely until the affair was hushed up—an offer which she eagerly
+and gratefully accepted. She had, it seems, a Parsee relation, who was
+one of the principal merchants of Hong Kong, which is wholly an English
+city, though on an island on the Chinese coast.
+
+At half-past twelve the train stopped at Benares. The Brahmin legends
+assert that this city is built on the site of the ancient Casi, which,
+like Mahomet’s tomb, was once suspended between heaven and earth;
+though the Benares of to-day, which the Orientalists call the Athens of
+India, stands quite unpoetically on the solid earth, Passepartout
+caught glimpses of its brick houses and clay huts, giving an aspect of
+desolation to the place, as the train entered it.
+
+Benares was Sir Francis Cromarty’s destination, the troops he was
+rejoining being encamped some miles northward of the city. He bade
+adieu to Phileas Fogg, wishing him all success, and expressing the hope
+that he would come that way again in a less original but more
+profitable fashion. Mr. Fogg lightly pressed him by the hand. The
+parting of Aouda, who did not forget what she owed to Sir Francis,
+betrayed more warmth; and, as for Passepartout, he received a hearty
+shake of the hand from the gallant general.
+
+The railway, on leaving Benares, passed for a while along the valley of
+the Ganges. Through the windows of their carriage the travellers had
+glimpses of the diversified landscape of Behar, with its mountains
+clothed in verdure, its fields of barley, wheat, and corn, its jungles
+peopled with green alligators, its neat villages, and its still
+thickly-leaved forests. Elephants were bathing in the waters of the
+sacred river, and groups of Indians, despite the advanced season and
+chilly air, were performing solemnly their pious ablutions. These were
+fervent Brahmins, the bitterest foes of Buddhism, their deities being
+Vishnu, the solar god, Shiva, the divine impersonation of natural
+forces, and Brahma, the supreme ruler of priests and legislators. What
+would these divinities think of India, anglicised as it is to-day, with
+steamers whistling and scudding along the Ganges, frightening the gulls
+which float upon its surface, the turtles swarming along its banks, and
+the faithful dwelling upon its borders?
+
+The panorama passed before their eyes like a flash, save when the steam
+concealed it fitfully from the view; the travellers could scarcely
+discern the fort of Chupenie, twenty miles south-westward from Benares,
+the ancient stronghold of the rajahs of Behar; or Ghazipur and its
+famous rose-water factories; or the tomb of Lord Cornwallis, rising on
+the left bank of the Ganges; the fortified town of Buxar, or Patna, a
+large manufacturing and trading-place, where is held the principal
+opium market of India; or Monghir, a more than European town, for it is
+as English as Manchester or Birmingham, with its iron foundries,
+edgetool factories, and high chimneys puffing clouds of black smoke
+heavenward.
+
+Night came on; the train passed on at full speed, in the midst of the
+roaring of the tigers, bears, and wolves which fled before the
+locomotive; and the marvels of Bengal, Golconda ruined Gour,
+Murshedabad, the ancient capital, Burdwan, Hugly, and the French town
+of Chandernagor, where Passepartout would have been proud to see his
+country’s flag flying, were hidden from their view in the darkness.
+
+Calcutta was reached at seven in the morning, and the packet left for
+Hong Kong at noon; so that Phileas Fogg had five hours before him.
+
+According to his journal, he was due at Calcutta on the 25th of
+October, and that was the exact date of his actual arrival. He was
+therefore neither behind-hand nor ahead of time. The two days gained
+between London and Bombay had been lost, as has been seen, in the
+journey across India. But it is not to be supposed that Phileas Fogg
+regretted them.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XV.
+IN WHICH THE BAG OF BANKNOTES DISGORGES SOME THOUSANDS OF POUNDS MORE
+
+
+The train entered the station, and Passepartout jumping out first, was
+followed by Mr. Fogg, who assisted his fair companion to descend.
+Phileas Fogg intended to proceed at once to the Hong Kong steamer, in
+order to get Aouda comfortably settled for the voyage. He was unwilling
+to leave her while they were still on dangerous ground.
+
+Just as he was leaving the station a policeman came up to him, and
+said, “Mr. Phileas Fogg?”
+
+“I am he.”
+
+“Is this man your servant?” added the policeman, pointing to
+Passepartout.
+
+“Yes.”
+
+“Be so good, both of you, as to follow me.”
+
+Mr. Fogg betrayed no surprise whatever. The policeman was a
+representative of the law, and law is sacred to an Englishman.
+Passepartout tried to reason about the matter, but the policeman tapped
+him with his stick, and Mr. Fogg made him a signal to obey.
+
+“May this young lady go with us?” asked he.
+
+“She may,” replied the policeman.
+
+Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Passepartout were conducted to a palkigahri, a
+sort of four-wheeled carriage, drawn by two horses, in which they took
+their places and were driven away. No one spoke during the twenty
+minutes which elapsed before they reached their destination. They first
+passed through the “black town,” with its narrow streets, its
+miserable, dirty huts, and squalid population; then through the
+“European town,” which presented a relief in its bright brick mansions,
+shaded by coconut-trees and bristling with masts, where, although it
+was early morning, elegantly dressed horsemen and handsome equipages
+were passing back and forth.
+
+The carriage stopped before a modest-looking house, which, however, did
+not have the appearance of a private mansion. The policeman having
+requested his prisoners—for so, truly, they might be called—to descend,
+conducted them into a room with barred windows, and said: “You will
+appear before Judge Obadiah at half-past eight.”
+
+He then retired, and closed the door.
+
+“Why, we are prisoners!” exclaimed Passepartout, falling into a chair.
+
+Aouda, with an emotion she tried to conceal, said to Mr. Fogg: “Sir,
+you must leave me to my fate! It is on my account that you receive this
+treatment, it is for having saved me!”
+
+Phileas Fogg contented himself with saying that it was impossible. It
+was quite unlikely that he should be arrested for preventing a suttee.
+The complainants would not dare present themselves with such a charge.
+There was some mistake. Moreover, he would not, in any event, abandon
+Aouda, but would escort her to Hong Kong.
+
+“But the steamer leaves at noon!” observed Passepartout, nervously.
+
+“We shall be on board by noon,” replied his master, placidly.
+
+It was said so positively that Passepartout could not help muttering to
+himself, “Parbleu that’s certain! Before noon we shall be on board.”
+But he was by no means reassured.
+
+At half-past eight the door opened, the policeman appeared, and,
+requesting them to follow him, led the way to an adjoining hall. It was
+evidently a court-room, and a crowd of Europeans and natives already
+occupied the rear of the apartment.
+
+Mr. Fogg and his two companions took their places on a bench opposite
+the desks of the magistrate and his clerk. Immediately after, Judge
+Obadiah, a fat, round man, followed by the clerk, entered. He proceeded
+to take down a wig which was hanging on a nail, and put it hurriedly on
+his head.
+
+“The first case,” said he. Then, putting his hand to his head, he
+exclaimed, “Heh! This is not my wig!”
+
+“No, your worship,” returned the clerk, “it is mine.”
+
+“My dear Mr. Oysterpuff, how can a judge give a wise sentence in a
+clerk’s wig?”
+
+The wigs were exchanged.
+
+Passepartout was getting nervous, for the hands on the face of the big
+clock over the judge seemed to go around with terrible rapidity.
+
+“The first case,” repeated Judge Obadiah.
+
+“Phileas Fogg?” demanded Oysterpuff.
+
+“I am here,” replied Mr. Fogg.
+
+“Passepartout?”
+
+“Present,” responded Passepartout.
+
+“Good,” said the judge. “You have been looked for, prisoners, for two
+days on the trains from Bombay.”
+
+“But of what are we accused?” asked Passepartout, impatiently.
+
+“You are about to be informed.”
+
+“I am an English subject, sir,” said Mr. Fogg, “and I have the right—”
+
+“Have you been ill-treated?”
+
+“Not at all.”
+
+“Very well; let the complainants come in.”
+
+A door was swung open by order of the judge, and three Indian priests
+entered.
+
+“That’s it,” muttered Passepartout; “these are the rogues who were
+going to burn our young lady.”
+
+The priests took their places in front of the judge, and the clerk
+proceeded to read in a loud voice a complaint of sacrilege against
+Phileas Fogg and his servant, who were accused of having violated a
+place held consecrated by the Brahmin religion.
+
+“You hear the charge?” asked the judge.
+
+“Yes, sir,” replied Mr. Fogg, consulting his watch, “and I admit it.”
+
+“You admit it?”
+
+“I admit it, and I wish to hear these priests admit, in their turn,
+what they were going to do at the pagoda of Pillaji.”
+
+The priests looked at each other; they did not seem to understand what
+was said.
+
+“Yes,” cried Passepartout, warmly; “at the pagoda of Pillaji, where
+they were on the point of burning their victim.”
+
+The judge stared with astonishment, and the priests were stupefied.
+
+“What victim?” said Judge Obadiah. “Burn whom? In Bombay itself?”
+
+“Bombay?” cried Passepartout.
+
+“Certainly. We are not talking of the pagoda of Pillaji, but of the
+pagoda of Malabar Hill, at Bombay.”
+
+“And as a proof,” added the clerk, “here are the desecrator’s very
+shoes, which he left behind him.”
+
+Whereupon he placed a pair of shoes on his desk.
+
+“My shoes!” cried Passepartout, in his surprise permitting this
+imprudent exclamation to escape him.
+
+The confusion of master and man, who had quite forgotten the affair at
+Bombay, for which they were now detained at Calcutta, may be imagined.
+
+Fix the detective, had foreseen the advantage which Passepartout’s
+escapade gave him, and, delaying his departure for twelve hours, had
+consulted the priests of Malabar Hill. Knowing that the English
+authorities dealt very severely with this kind of misdemeanour, he
+promised them a goodly sum in damages, and sent them forward to
+Calcutta by the next train. Owing to the delay caused by the rescue of
+the young widow, Fix and the priests reached the Indian capital before
+Mr. Fogg and his servant, the magistrates having been already warned by
+a dispatch to arrest them should they arrive. Fix’s disappointment when
+he learned that Phileas Fogg had not made his appearance in Calcutta
+may be imagined. He made up his mind that the robber had stopped
+somewhere on the route and taken refuge in the southern provinces. For
+twenty-four hours Fix watched the station with feverish anxiety; at
+last he was rewarded by seeing Mr. Fogg and Passepartout arrive,
+accompanied by a young woman, whose presence he was wholly at a loss to
+explain. He hastened for a policeman; and this was how the party came
+to be arrested and brought before Judge Obadiah.
+
+Had Passepartout been a little less preoccupied, he would have espied
+the detective ensconced in a corner of the court-room, watching the
+proceedings with an interest easily understood; for the warrant had
+failed to reach him at Calcutta, as it had done at Bombay and Suez.
+
+Judge Obadiah had unfortunately caught Passepartout’s rash exclamation,
+which the poor fellow would have given the world to recall.
+
+“The facts are admitted?” asked the judge.
+
+“Admitted,” replied Mr. Fogg, coldly.
+
+“Inasmuch,” resumed the judge, “as the English law protects equally and
+sternly the religions of the Indian people, and as the man Passepartout
+has admitted that he violated the sacred pagoda of Malabar Hill, at
+Bombay, on the 20th of October, I condemn the said Passepartout to
+imprisonment for fifteen days and a fine of three hundred pounds.”
+
+“Three hundred pounds!” cried Passepartout, startled at the largeness
+of the sum.
+
+“Silence!” shouted the constable.
+
+“And inasmuch,” continued the judge, “as it is not proved that the act
+was not done by the connivance of the master with the servant, and as
+the master in any case must be held responsible for the acts of his
+paid servant, I condemn Phileas Fogg to a week’s imprisonment and a
+fine of one hundred and fifty pounds.”
+
+Fix rubbed his hands softly with satisfaction; if Phileas Fogg could be
+detained in Calcutta a week, it would be more than time for the warrant
+to arrive. Passepartout was stupefied. This sentence ruined his master.
+A wager of twenty thousand pounds lost, because he, like a precious
+fool, had gone into that abominable pagoda!
+
+Phileas Fogg, as self-composed as if the judgment did not in the least
+concern him, did not even lift his eyebrows while it was being
+pronounced. Just as the clerk was calling the next case, he rose, and
+said, “I offer bail.”
+
+“You have that right,” returned the judge.
+
+Fix’s blood ran cold, but he resumed his composure when he heard the
+judge announce that the bail required for each prisoner would be one
+thousand pounds.
+
+“I will pay it at once,” said Mr. Fogg, taking a roll of bank-bills
+from the carpet-bag, which Passepartout had by him, and placing them on
+the clerk’s desk.
+
+“This sum will be restored to you upon your release from prison,” said
+the judge. “Meanwhile, you are liberated on bail.”
+
+“Come!” said Phileas Fogg to his servant.
+
+“But let them at least give me back my shoes!” cried Passepartout
+angrily.
+
+“Ah, these are pretty dear shoes!” he muttered, as they were handed to
+him. “More than a thousand pounds apiece; besides, they pinch my feet.”
+
+Mr. Fogg, offering his arm to Aouda, then departed, followed by the
+crestfallen Passepartout. Fix still nourished hopes that the robber
+would not, after all, leave the two thousand pounds behind him, but
+would decide to serve out his week in jail, and issued forth on Mr.
+Fogg’s traces. That gentleman took a carriage, and the party were soon
+landed on one of the quays.
+
+The “Rangoon” was moored half a mile off in the harbour, its signal of
+departure hoisted at the mast-head. Eleven o’clock was striking; Mr.
+Fogg was an hour in advance of time. Fix saw them leave the carriage
+and push off in a boat for the steamer, and stamped his feet with
+disappointment.
+
+“The rascal is off, after all!” he exclaimed. “Two thousand pounds
+sacrificed! He’s as prodigal as a thief! I’ll follow him to the end of
+the world if necessary; but, at the rate he is going on, the stolen
+money will soon be exhausted.”
+
+The detective was not far wrong in making this conjecture. Since
+leaving London, what with travelling expenses, bribes, the purchase of
+the elephant, bails, and fines, Mr. Fogg had already spent more than
+five thousand pounds on the way, and the percentage of the sum
+recovered from the bank robber promised to the detectives, was rapidly
+diminishing.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVI.
+IN WHICH FIX DOES NOT SEEM TO UNDERSTAND IN THE LEAST WHAT IS SAID TO
+HIM
+
+
+The “Rangoon”—one of the Peninsular and Oriental Company’s boats plying
+in the Chinese and Japanese seas—was a screw steamer, built of iron,
+weighing about seventeen hundred and seventy tons, and with engines of
+four hundred horse-power. She was as fast, but not as well fitted up,
+as the “Mongolia,” and Aouda was not as comfortably provided for on
+board of her as Phileas Fogg could have wished. However, the trip from
+Calcutta to Hong Kong only comprised some three thousand five hundred
+miles, occupying from ten to twelve days, and the young woman was not
+difficult to please.
+
+During the first days of the journey Aouda became better acquainted
+with her protector, and constantly gave evidence of her deep gratitude
+for what he had done. The phlegmatic gentleman listened to her,
+apparently at least, with coldness, neither his voice nor his manner
+betraying the slightest emotion; but he seemed to be always on the
+watch that nothing should be wanting to Aouda’s comfort. He visited her
+regularly each day at certain hours, not so much to talk himself, as to
+sit and hear her talk. He treated her with the strictest politeness,
+but with the precision of an automaton, the movements of which had been
+arranged for this purpose. Aouda did not quite know what to make of
+him, though Passepartout had given her some hints of his master’s
+eccentricity, and made her smile by telling her of the wager which was
+sending him round the world. After all, she owed Phileas Fogg her life,
+and she always regarded him through the exalting medium of her
+gratitude.
+
+Aouda confirmed the Parsee guide’s narrative of her touching history.
+She did, indeed, belong to the highest of the native races of India.
+Many of the Parsee merchants have made great fortunes there by dealing
+in cotton; and one of them, Sir Jametsee Jeejeebhoy, was made a baronet
+by the English government. Aouda was a relative of this great man, and
+it was his cousin, Jeejeeh, whom she hoped to join at Hong Kong.
+Whether she would find a protector in him she could not tell; but Mr.
+Fogg essayed to calm her anxieties, and to assure her that everything
+would be mathematically—he used the very word—arranged. Aouda fastened
+her great eyes, “clear as the sacred lakes of the Himalaya,” upon him;
+but the intractable Fogg, as reserved as ever, did not seem at all
+inclined to throw himself into this lake.
+
+The first few days of the voyage passed prosperously, amid favourable
+weather and propitious winds, and they soon came in sight of the great
+Andaman, the principal of the islands in the Bay of Bengal, with its
+picturesque Saddle Peak, two thousand four hundred feet high, looming
+above the waters. The steamer passed along near the shores, but the
+savage Papuans, who are in the lowest scale of humanity, but are not,
+as has been asserted, cannibals, did not make their appearance.
+
+The panorama of the islands, as they steamed by them, was superb. Vast
+forests of palms, arecs, bamboo, teakwood, of the gigantic mimosa, and
+tree-like ferns covered the foreground, while behind, the graceful
+outlines of the mountains were traced against the sky; and along the
+coasts swarmed by thousands the precious swallows whose nests furnish a
+luxurious dish to the tables of the Celestial Empire. The varied
+landscape afforded by the Andaman Islands was soon passed, however, and
+the “Rangoon” rapidly approached the Straits of Malacca, which gave
+access to the China seas.
+
+What was detective Fix, so unluckily drawn on from country to country,
+doing all this while? He had managed to embark on the “Rangoon” at
+Calcutta without being seen by Passepartout, after leaving orders that,
+if the warrant should arrive, it should be forwarded to him at Hong
+Kong; and he hoped to conceal his presence to the end of the voyage. It
+would have been difficult to explain why he was on board without
+awakening Passepartout’s suspicions, who thought him still at Bombay.
+But necessity impelled him, nevertheless, to renew his acquaintance
+with the worthy servant, as will be seen.
+
+All the detective’s hopes and wishes were now centred on Hong Kong; for
+the steamer’s stay at Singapore would be too brief to enable him to
+take any steps there. The arrest must be made at Hong Kong, or the
+robber would probably escape him for ever. Hong Kong was the last
+English ground on which he would set foot; beyond, China, Japan,
+America offered to Fogg an almost certain refuge. If the warrant should
+at last make its appearance at Hong Kong, Fix could arrest him and give
+him into the hands of the local police, and there would be no further
+trouble. But beyond Hong Kong, a simple warrant would be of no avail;
+an extradition warrant would be necessary, and that would result in
+delays and obstacles, of which the rascal would take advantage to elude
+justice.
+
+Fix thought over these probabilities during the long hours which he
+spent in his cabin, and kept repeating to himself, “Now, either the
+warrant will be at Hong Kong, in which case I shall arrest my man, or
+it will not be there; and this time it is absolutely necessary that I
+should delay his departure. I have failed at Bombay, and I have failed
+at Calcutta; if I fail at Hong Kong, my reputation is lost: Cost what
+it may, I _must_ succeed! But how shall I prevent his departure, if
+that should turn out to be my last resource?”
+
+Fix made up his mind that, if worst came to worst, he would make a
+confidant of Passepartout, and tell him what kind of a fellow his
+master really was. That Passepartout was not Fogg’s accomplice, he was
+very certain. The servant, enlightened by his disclosure, and afraid of
+being himself implicated in the crime, would doubtless become an ally
+of the detective. But this method was a dangerous one, only to be
+employed when everything else had failed. A word from Passepartout to
+his master would ruin all. The detective was therefore in a sore
+strait. But suddenly a new idea struck him. The presence of Aouda on
+the “Rangoon,” in company with Phileas Fogg, gave him new material for
+reflection.
+
+Who was this woman? What combination of events had made her Fogg’s
+travelling companion? They had evidently met somewhere between Bombay
+and Calcutta; but where? Had they met accidentally, or had Fogg gone
+into the interior purposely in quest of this charming damsel? Fix was
+fairly puzzled. He asked himself whether there had not been a wicked
+elopement; and this idea so impressed itself upon his mind that he
+determined to make use of the supposed intrigue. Whether the young
+woman were married or not, he would be able to create such difficulties
+for Mr. Fogg at Hong Kong that he could not escape by paying any amount
+of money.
+
+But could he even wait till they reached Hong Kong? Fogg had an
+abominable way of jumping from one boat to another, and, before
+anything could be effected, might get full under way again for
+Yokohama.
+
+Fix decided that he must warn the English authorities, and signal the
+“Rangoon” before her arrival. This was easy to do, since the steamer
+stopped at Singapore, whence there is a telegraphic wire to Hong Kong.
+He finally resolved, moreover, before acting more positively, to
+question Passepartout. It would not be difficult to make him talk; and,
+as there was no time to lose, Fix prepared to make himself known.
+
+It was now the 30th of October, and on the following day the “Rangoon”
+was due at Singapore.
+
+Fix emerged from his cabin and went on deck. Passepartout was
+promenading up and down in the forward part of the steamer. The
+detective rushed forward with every appearance of extreme surprise, and
+exclaimed, “You here, on the ‘Rangoon’?”
+
+“What, Monsieur Fix, are you on board?” returned the really astonished
+Passepartout, recognising his crony of the “Mongolia.” “Why, I left you
+at Bombay, and here you are, on the way to Hong Kong! Are you going
+round the world too?”
+
+“No, no,” replied Fix; “I shall stop at Hong Kong—at least for some
+days.”
+
+“Hum!” said Passepartout, who seemed for an instant perplexed. “But how
+is it I have not seen you on board since we left Calcutta?”
+
+“Oh, a trifle of sea-sickness—I’ve been staying in my berth. The Gulf
+of Bengal does not agree with me as well as the Indian Ocean. And how
+is Mr. Fogg?”
+
+“As well and as punctual as ever, not a day behind time! But, Monsieur
+Fix, you don’t know that we have a young lady with us.”
+
+“A young lady?” replied the detective, not seeming to comprehend what
+was said.
+
+Passepartout thereupon recounted Aouda’s history, the affair at the
+Bombay pagoda, the purchase of the elephant for two thousand pounds,
+the rescue, the arrest, and sentence of the Calcutta court, and the
+restoration of Mr. Fogg and himself to liberty on bail. Fix, who was
+familiar with the last events, seemed to be equally ignorant of all
+that Passepartout related; and the later was charmed to find so
+interested a listener.
+
+“But does your master propose to carry this young woman to Europe?”
+
+“Not at all. We are simply going to place her under the protection of
+one of her relatives, a rich merchant at Hong Kong.”
+
+“Nothing to be done there,” said Fix to himself, concealing his
+disappointment. “A glass of gin, Mr. Passepartout?”
+
+“Willingly, Monsieur Fix. We must at least have a friendly glass on
+board the ‘Rangoon.’”
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVII.
+SHOWING WHAT HAPPENED ON THE VOYAGE FROM SINGAPORE TO HONG KONG
+
+
+The detective and Passepartout met often on deck after this interview,
+though Fix was reserved, and did not attempt to induce his companion to
+divulge any more facts concerning Mr. Fogg. He caught a glimpse of that
+mysterious gentleman once or twice; but Mr. Fogg usually confined
+himself to the cabin, where he kept Aouda company, or, according to his
+inveterate habit, took a hand at whist.
+
+Passepartout began very seriously to conjecture what strange chance
+kept Fix still on the route that his master was pursuing. It was really
+worth considering why this certainly very amiable and complacent
+person, whom he had first met at Suez, had then encountered on board
+the “Mongolia,” who disembarked at Bombay, which he announced as his
+destination, and now turned up so unexpectedly on the “Rangoon,” was
+following Mr. Fogg’s tracks step by step. What was Fix’s object?
+Passepartout was ready to wager his Indian shoes—which he religiously
+preserved—that Fix would also leave Hong Kong at the same time with
+them, and probably on the same steamer.
+
+Passepartout might have cudgelled his brain for a century without
+hitting upon the real object which the detective had in view. He never
+could have imagined that Phileas Fogg was being tracked as a robber
+around the globe. But, as it is in human nature to attempt the solution
+of every mystery, Passepartout suddenly discovered an explanation of
+Fix’s movements, which was in truth far from unreasonable. Fix, he
+thought, could only be an agent of Mr. Fogg’s friends at the Reform
+Club, sent to follow him up, and to ascertain that he really went round
+the world as had been agreed upon.
+
+“It’s clear!” repeated the worthy servant to himself, proud of his
+shrewdness. “He’s a spy sent to keep us in view! That isn’t quite the
+thing, either, to be spying Mr. Fogg, who is so honourable a man! Ah,
+gentlemen of the Reform, this shall cost you dear!”
+
+Passepartout, enchanted with his discovery, resolved to say nothing to
+his master, lest he should be justly offended at this mistrust on the
+part of his adversaries. But he determined to chaff Fix, when he had
+the chance, with mysterious allusions, which, however, need not betray
+his real suspicions.
+
+During the afternoon of Wednesday, 30th October, the “Rangoon” entered
+the Strait of Malacca, which separates the peninsula of that name from
+Sumatra. The mountainous and craggy islets intercepted the beauties of
+this noble island from the view of the travellers. The “Rangoon”
+weighed anchor at Singapore the next day at four a.m., to receive coal,
+having gained half a day on the prescribed time of her arrival. Phileas
+Fogg noted this gain in his journal, and then, accompanied by Aouda,
+who betrayed a desire for a walk on shore, disembarked.
+
+Fix, who suspected Mr. Fogg’s every movement, followed them cautiously,
+without being himself perceived; while Passepartout, laughing in his
+sleeve at Fix’s manœuvres, went about his usual errands.
+
+The island of Singapore is not imposing in aspect, for there are no
+mountains; yet its appearance is not without attractions. It is a park
+checkered by pleasant highways and avenues. A handsome carriage, drawn
+by a sleek pair of New Holland horses, carried Phileas Fogg and Aouda
+into the midst of rows of palms with brilliant foliage, and of
+clove-trees, whereof the cloves form the heart of a half-open flower.
+Pepper plants replaced the prickly hedges of European fields;
+sago-bushes, large ferns with gorgeous branches, varied the aspect of
+this tropical clime; while nutmeg-trees in full foliage filled the air
+with a penetrating perfume. Agile and grinning bands of monkeys skipped
+about in the trees, nor were tigers wanting in the jungles.
+
+After a drive of two hours through the country, Aouda and Mr. Fogg
+returned to the town, which is a vast collection of heavy-looking,
+irregular houses, surrounded by charming gardens rich in tropical
+fruits and plants; and at ten o’clock they re-embarked, closely
+followed by the detective, who had kept them constantly in sight.
+
+Passepartout, who had been purchasing several dozen mangoes—a fruit as
+large as good-sized apples, of a dark-brown colour outside and a bright
+red within, and whose white pulp, melting in the mouth, affords
+gourmands a delicious sensation—was waiting for them on deck. He was
+only too glad to offer some mangoes to Aouda, who thanked him very
+gracefully for them.
+
+At eleven o’clock the “Rangoon” rode out of Singapore harbour, and in a
+few hours the high mountains of Malacca, with their forests, inhabited
+by the most beautifully-furred tigers in the world, were lost to view.
+Singapore is distant some thirteen hundred miles from the island of
+Hong Kong, which is a little English colony near the Chinese coast.
+Phileas Fogg hoped to accomplish the journey in six days, so as to be
+in time for the steamer which would leave on the 6th of November for
+Yokohama, the principal Japanese port.
+
+The “Rangoon” had a large quota of passengers, many of whom disembarked
+at Singapore, among them a number of Indians, Ceylonese, Chinamen,
+Malays, and Portuguese, mostly second-class travellers.
+
+The weather, which had hitherto been fine, changed with the last
+quarter of the moon. The sea rolled heavily, and the wind at intervals
+rose almost to a storm, but happily blew from the south-west, and thus
+aided the steamer’s progress. The captain as often as possible put up
+his sails, and under the double action of steam and sail the vessel
+made rapid progress along the coasts of Anam and Cochin China. Owing to
+the defective construction of the “Rangoon,” however, unusual
+precautions became necessary in unfavourable weather; but the loss of
+time which resulted from this cause, while it nearly drove Passepartout
+out of his senses, did not seem to affect his master in the least.
+Passepartout blamed the captain, the engineer, and the crew, and
+consigned all who were connected with the ship to the land where the
+pepper grows. Perhaps the thought of the gas, which was remorselessly
+burning at his expense in Saville Row, had something to do with his hot
+impatience.
+
+“You are in a great hurry, then,” said Fix to him one day, “to reach
+Hong Kong?”
+
+“A very great hurry!”
+
+“Mr. Fogg, I suppose, is anxious to catch the steamer for Yokohama?”
+
+“Terribly anxious.”
+
+“You believe in this journey around the world, then?”
+
+“Absolutely. Don’t you, Mr. Fix?”
+
+“I? I don’t believe a word of it.”
+
+“You’re a sly dog!” said Passepartout, winking at him.
+
+This expression rather disturbed Fix, without his knowing why. Had the
+Frenchman guessed his real purpose? He knew not what to think. But how
+could Passepartout have discovered that he was a detective? Yet, in
+speaking as he did, the man evidently meant more than he expressed.
+
+Passepartout went still further the next day; he could not hold his
+tongue.
+
+“Mr. Fix,” said he, in a bantering tone, “shall we be so unfortunate as
+to lose you when we get to Hong Kong?”
+
+“Why,” responded Fix, a little embarrassed, “I don’t know; perhaps—”
+
+“Ah, if you would only go on with us! An agent of the Peninsular
+Company, you know, can’t stop on the way! You were only going to
+Bombay, and here you are in China. America is not far off, and from
+America to Europe is only a step.”
+
+Fix looked intently at his companion, whose countenance was as serene
+as possible, and laughed with him. But Passepartout persisted in
+chaffing him by asking him if he made much by his present occupation.
+
+“Yes, and no,” returned Fix; “there is good and bad luck in such
+things. But you must understand that I don’t travel at my own expense.”
+
+“Oh, I am quite sure of that!” cried Passepartout, laughing heartily.
+
+Fix, fairly puzzled, descended to his cabin and gave himself up to his
+reflections. He was evidently suspected; somehow or other the Frenchman
+had found out that he was a detective. But had he told his master? What
+part was he playing in all this: was he an accomplice or not? Was the
+game, then, up? Fix spent several hours turning these things over in
+his mind, sometimes thinking that all was lost, then persuading himself
+that Fogg was ignorant of his presence, and then undecided what course
+it was best to take.
+
+Nevertheless, he preserved his coolness of mind, and at last resolved
+to deal plainly with Passepartout. If he did not find it practicable to
+arrest Fogg at Hong Kong, and if Fogg made preparations to leave that
+last foothold of English territory, he, Fix, would tell Passepartout
+all. Either the servant was the accomplice of his master, and in this
+case the master knew of his operations, and he should fail; or else the
+servant knew nothing about the robbery, and then his interest would be
+to abandon the robber.
+
+Such was the situation between Fix and Passepartout. Meanwhile Phileas
+Fogg moved about above them in the most majestic and unconscious
+indifference. He was passing methodically in his orbit around the
+world, regardless of the lesser stars which gravitated around him. Yet
+there was near by what the astronomers would call a disturbing star,
+which might have produced an agitation in this gentleman’s heart. But
+no! the charms of Aouda failed to act, to Passepartout’s great
+surprise; and the disturbances, if they existed, would have been more
+difficult to calculate than those of Uranus which led to the discovery
+of Neptune.
+
+It was every day an increasing wonder to Passepartout, who read in
+Aouda’s eyes the depths of her gratitude to his master. Phileas Fogg,
+though brave and gallant, must be, he thought, quite heartless. As to
+the sentiment which this journey might have awakened in him, there was
+clearly no trace of such a thing; while poor Passepartout existed in
+perpetual reveries.
+
+One day he was leaning on the railing of the engine-room, and was
+observing the engine, when a sudden pitch of the steamer threw the
+screw out of the water. The steam came hissing out of the valves; and
+this made Passepartout indignant.
+
+“The valves are not sufficiently charged!” he exclaimed. “We are not
+going. Oh, these English! If this was an American craft, we should blow
+up, perhaps, but we should at all events go faster!”
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVIII.
+IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG, PASSEPARTOUT, AND FIX GO EACH ABOUT HIS BUSINESS
+
+
+The weather was bad during the latter days of the voyage. The wind,
+obstinately remaining in the north-west, blew a gale, and retarded the
+steamer. The “Rangoon” rolled heavily and the passengers became
+impatient of the long, monstrous waves which the wind raised before
+their path. A sort of tempest arose on the 3rd of November, the squall
+knocking the vessel about with fury, and the waves running high. The
+“Rangoon” reefed all her sails, and even the rigging proved too much,
+whistling and shaking amid the squall. The steamer was forced to
+proceed slowly, and the captain estimated that she would reach Hong
+Kong twenty hours behind time, and more if the storm lasted.
+
+Phileas Fogg gazed at the tempestuous sea, which seemed to be
+struggling especially to delay him, with his habitual tranquillity. He
+never changed countenance for an instant, though a delay of twenty
+hours, by making him too late for the Yokohama boat, would almost
+inevitably cause the loss of the wager. But this man of nerve
+manifested neither impatience nor annoyance; it seemed as if the storm
+were a part of his programme, and had been foreseen. Aouda was amazed
+to find him as calm as he had been from the first time she saw him.
+
+Fix did not look at the state of things in the same light. The storm
+greatly pleased him. His satisfaction would have been complete had the
+“Rangoon” been forced to retreat before the violence of wind and waves.
+Each delay filled him with hope, for it became more and more probable
+that Fogg would be obliged to remain some days at Hong Kong; and now
+the heavens themselves became his allies, with the gusts and squalls.
+It mattered not that they made him sea-sick—he made no account of this
+inconvenience; and, whilst his body was writhing under their effects,
+his spirit bounded with hopeful exultation.
+
+Passepartout was enraged beyond expression by the unpropitious weather.
+Everything had gone so well till now! Earth and sea had seemed to be at
+his master’s service; steamers and railways obeyed him; wind and steam
+united to speed his journey. Had the hour of adversity come?
+Passepartout was as much excited as if the twenty thousand pounds were
+to come from his own pocket. The storm exasperated him, the gale made
+him furious, and he longed to lash the obstinate sea into obedience.
+Poor fellow! Fix carefully concealed from him his own satisfaction,
+for, had he betrayed it, Passepartout could scarcely have restrained
+himself from personal violence.
+
+Passepartout remained on deck as long as the tempest lasted, being
+unable to remain quiet below, and taking it into his head to aid the
+progress of the ship by lending a hand with the crew. He overwhelmed
+the captain, officers, and sailors, who could not help laughing at his
+impatience, with all sorts of questions. He wanted to know exactly how
+long the storm was going to last; whereupon he was referred to the
+barometer, which seemed to have no intention of rising. Passepartout
+shook it, but with no perceptible effect; for neither shaking nor
+maledictions could prevail upon it to change its mind.
+
+On the 4th, however, the sea became more calm, and the storm lessened
+its violence; the wind veered southward, and was once more favourable.
+Passepartout cleared up with the weather. Some of the sails were
+unfurled, and the “Rangoon” resumed its most rapid speed. The time lost
+could not, however, be regained. Land was not signalled until five
+o’clock on the morning of the 6th; the steamer was due on the 5th.
+Phileas Fogg was twenty-four hours behind-hand, and the Yokohama
+steamer would, of course, be missed.
+
+The pilot went on board at six, and took his place on the bridge, to
+guide the “Rangoon” through the channels to the port of Hong Kong.
+Passepartout longed to ask him if the steamer had left for Yokohama;
+but he dared not, for he wished to preserve the spark of hope, which
+still remained till the last moment. He had confided his anxiety to Fix
+who—the sly rascal!—tried to console him by saying that Mr. Fogg would
+be in time if he took the next boat; but this only put Passepartout in
+a passion.
+
+Mr. Fogg, bolder than his servant, did not hesitate to approach the
+pilot, and tranquilly ask him if he knew when a steamer would leave
+Hong Kong for Yokohama.
+
+“At high tide to-morrow morning,” answered the pilot.
+
+“Ah!” said Mr. Fogg, without betraying any astonishment.
+
+Passepartout, who heard what passed, would willingly have embraced the
+pilot, while Fix would have been glad to twist his neck.
+
+“What is the steamer’s name?” asked Mr. Fogg.
+
+“The ‘Carnatic.’”
+
+“Ought she not to have gone yesterday?”
+
+“Yes, sir; but they had to repair one of her boilers, and so her
+departure was postponed till to-morrow.”
+
+“Thank you,” returned Mr. Fogg, descending mathematically to the
+saloon.
+
+Passepartout clasped the pilot’s hand and shook it heartily in his
+delight, exclaiming, “Pilot, you are the best of good fellows!”
+
+The pilot probably does not know to this day why his responses won him
+this enthusiastic greeting. He remounted the bridge, and guided the
+steamer through the flotilla of junks, tankas, and fishing boats which
+crowd the harbour of Hong Kong.
+
+At one o’clock the “Rangoon” was at the quay, and the passengers were
+going ashore.
+
+Chance had strangely favoured Phileas Fogg, for had not the “Carnatic”
+been forced to lie over for repairing her boilers, she would have left
+on the 6th of November, and the passengers for Japan would have been
+obliged to await for a week the sailing of the next steamer. Mr. Fogg
+was, it is true, twenty-four hours behind his time; but this could not
+seriously imperil the remainder of his tour.
+
+The steamer which crossed the Pacific from Yokohama to San Francisco
+made a direct connection with that from Hong Kong, and it could not
+sail until the latter reached Yokohama; and if Mr. Fogg was twenty-four
+hours late on reaching Yokohama, this time would no doubt be easily
+regained in the voyage of twenty-two days across the Pacific. He found
+himself, then, about twenty-four hours behind-hand, thirty-five days
+after leaving London.
+
+The “Carnatic” was announced to leave Hong Kong at five the next
+morning. Mr. Fogg had sixteen hours in which to attend to his business
+there, which was to deposit Aouda safely with her wealthy relative.
+
+On landing, he conducted her to a palanquin, in which they repaired to
+the Club Hotel. A room was engaged for the young woman, and Mr. Fogg,
+after seeing that she wanted for nothing, set out in search of her
+cousin Jeejeeh. He instructed Passepartout to remain at the hotel until
+his return, that Aouda might not be left entirely alone.
+
+Mr. Fogg repaired to the Exchange, where, he did not doubt, every one
+would know so wealthy and considerable a personage as the Parsee
+merchant. Meeting a broker, he made the inquiry, to learn that Jeejeeh
+had left China two years before, and, retiring from business with an
+immense fortune, had taken up his residence in Europe—in Holland the
+broker thought, with the merchants of which country he had principally
+traded. Phileas Fogg returned to the hotel, begged a moment’s
+conversation with Aouda, and without more ado, apprised her that
+Jeejeeh was no longer at Hong Kong, but probably in Holland.
+
+Aouda at first said nothing. She passed her hand across her forehead,
+and reflected a few moments. Then, in her sweet, soft voice, she said:
+“What ought I to do, Mr. Fogg?”
+
+“It is very simple,” responded the gentleman. “Go on to Europe.”
+
+“But I cannot intrude—”
+
+“You do not intrude, nor do you in the least embarrass my project.
+Passepartout!”
+
+“Monsieur.”
+
+“Go to the ‘Carnatic,’ and engage three cabins.”
+
+Passepartout, delighted that the young woman, who was very gracious to
+him, was going to continue the journey with them, went off at a brisk
+gait to obey his master’s order.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIX.
+IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT TAKES A TOO GREAT INTEREST IN HIS MASTER, AND
+WHAT COMES OF IT
+
+
+Hong Kong is an island which came into the possession of the English by
+the Treaty of Nankin, after the war of 1842; and the colonising genius
+of the English has created upon it an important city and an excellent
+port. The island is situated at the mouth of the Canton River, and is
+separated by about sixty miles from the Portuguese town of Macao, on
+the opposite coast. Hong Kong has beaten Macao in the struggle for the
+Chinese trade, and now the greater part of the transportation of
+Chinese goods finds its depot at the former place. Docks, hospitals,
+wharves, a Gothic cathedral, a government house, macadamised streets,
+give to Hong Kong the appearance of a town in Kent or Surrey
+transferred by some strange magic to the antipodes.
+
+Passepartout wandered, with his hands in his pockets, towards the
+Victoria port, gazing as he went at the curious palanquins and other
+modes of conveyance, and the groups of Chinese, Japanese, and Europeans
+who passed to and fro in the streets. Hong Kong seemed to him not
+unlike Bombay, Calcutta, and Singapore, since, like them, it betrayed
+everywhere the evidence of English supremacy. At the Victoria port he
+found a confused mass of ships of all nations: English, French,
+American, and Dutch, men-of-war and trading vessels, Japanese and
+Chinese junks, sempas, tankas, and flower-boats, which formed so many
+floating parterres. Passepartout noticed in the crowd a number of the
+natives who seemed very old and were dressed in yellow. On going into a
+barber’s to get shaved he learned that these ancient men were all at
+least eighty years old, at which age they are permitted to wear yellow,
+which is the Imperial colour. Passepartout, without exactly knowing
+why, thought this very funny.
+
+On reaching the quay where they were to embark on the “Carnatic,” he
+was not astonished to find Fix walking up and down. The detective
+seemed very much disturbed and disappointed.
+
+“This is bad,” muttered Passepartout, “for the gentlemen of the Reform
+Club!” He accosted Fix with a merry smile, as if he had not perceived
+that gentleman’s chagrin. The detective had, indeed, good reasons to
+inveigh against the bad luck which pursued him. The warrant had not
+come! It was certainly on the way, but as certainly it could not now
+reach Hong Kong for several days; and, this being the last English
+territory on Mr. Fogg’s route, the robber would escape, unless he could
+manage to detain him.
+
+“Well, Monsieur Fix,” said Passepartout, “have you decided to go with
+us so far as America?”
+
+“Yes,” returned Fix, through his set teeth.
+
+“Good!” exclaimed Passepartout, laughing heartily. “I knew you could
+not persuade yourself to separate from us. Come and engage your berth.”
+
+They entered the steamer office and secured cabins for four persons.
+The clerk, as he gave them the tickets, informed them that, the repairs
+on the “Carnatic” having been completed, the steamer would leave that
+very evening, and not next morning, as had been announced.
+
+“That will suit my master all the better,” said Passepartout. “I will
+go and let him know.”
+
+Fix now decided to make a bold move; he resolved to tell Passepartout
+all. It seemed to be the only possible means of keeping Phileas Fogg
+several days longer at Hong Kong. He accordingly invited his companion
+into a tavern which caught his eye on the quay. On entering, they found
+themselves in a large room handsomely decorated, at the end of which
+was a large camp-bed furnished with cushions. Several persons lay upon
+this bed in a deep sleep. At the small tables which were arranged about
+the room some thirty customers were drinking English beer, porter, gin,
+and brandy; smoking, the while, long red clay pipes stuffed with little
+balls of opium mingled with essence of rose. From time to time one of
+the smokers, overcome with the narcotic, would slip under the table,
+whereupon the waiters, taking him by the head and feet, carried and
+laid him upon the bed. The bed already supported twenty of these
+stupefied sots.
+
+Fix and Passepartout saw that they were in a smoking-house haunted by
+those wretched, cadaverous, idiotic creatures to whom the English
+merchants sell every year the miserable drug called opium, to the
+amount of one million four hundred thousand pounds—thousands devoted to
+one of the most despicable vices which afflict humanity! The Chinese
+government has in vain attempted to deal with the evil by stringent
+laws. It passed gradually from the rich, to whom it was at first
+exclusively reserved, to the lower classes, and then its ravages could
+not be arrested. Opium is smoked everywhere, at all times, by men and
+women, in the Celestial Empire; and, once accustomed to it, the victims
+cannot dispense with it, except by suffering horrible bodily
+contortions and agonies. A great smoker can smoke as many as eight
+pipes a day; but he dies in five years. It was in one of these dens
+that Fix and Passepartout, in search of a friendly glass, found
+themselves. Passepartout had no money, but willingly accepted Fix’s
+invitation in the hope of returning the obligation at some future time.
+
+They ordered two bottles of port, to which the Frenchman did ample
+justice, whilst Fix observed him with close attention. They chatted
+about the journey, and Passepartout was especially merry at the idea
+that Fix was going to continue it with them. When the bottles were
+empty, however, he rose to go and tell his master of the change in the
+time of the sailing of the “Carnatic.”
+
+Fix caught him by the arm, and said, “Wait a moment.”
+
+“What for, Mr. Fix?”
+
+“I want to have a serious talk with you.”
+
+“A serious talk!” cried Passepartout, drinking up the little wine that
+was left in the bottom of his glass. “Well, we’ll talk about it
+to-morrow; I haven’t time now.”
+
+“Stay! What I have to say concerns your master.”
+
+Passepartout, at this, looked attentively at his companion. Fix’s face
+seemed to have a singular expression. He resumed his seat.
+
+“What is it that you have to say?”
+
+Fix placed his hand upon Passepartout’s arm, and, lowering his voice,
+said, “You have guessed who I am?”
+
+“Parbleu!” said Passepartout, smiling.
+
+“Then I’m going to tell you everything—”
+
+“Now that I know everything, my friend! Ah! that’s very good. But go
+on, go on. First, though, let me tell you that those gentlemen have put
+themselves to a useless expense.”
+
+“Useless!” said Fix. “You speak confidently. It’s clear that you don’t
+know how large the sum is.”
+
+“Of course I do,” returned Passepartout. “Twenty thousand pounds.”
+
+“Fifty-five thousand!” answered Fix, pressing his companion’s hand.
+
+“What!” cried the Frenchman. “Has Monsieur Fogg dared—fifty-five
+thousand pounds! Well, there’s all the more reason for not losing an
+instant,” he continued, getting up hastily.
+
+Fix pushed Passepartout back in his chair, and resumed: “Fifty-five
+thousand pounds; and if I succeed, I get two thousand pounds. If you’ll
+help me, I’ll let you have five hundred of them.”
+
+“Help you?” cried Passepartout, whose eyes were standing wide open.
+
+“Yes; help me keep Mr. Fogg here for two or three days.”
+
+“Why, what are you saying? Those gentlemen are not satisfied with
+following my master and suspecting his honour, but they must try to put
+obstacles in his way! I blush for them!”
+
+“What do you mean?”
+
+“I mean that it is a piece of shameful trickery. They might as well
+waylay Mr. Fogg and put his money in their pockets!”
+
+“That’s just what we count on doing.”
+
+“It’s a conspiracy, then,” cried Passepartout, who became more and more
+excited as the liquor mounted in his head, for he drank without
+perceiving it. “A real conspiracy! And gentlemen, too. Bah!”
+
+Fix began to be puzzled.
+
+“Members of the Reform Club!” continued Passepartout. “You must know,
+Monsieur Fix, that my master is an honest man, and that, when he makes
+a wager, he tries to win it fairly!”
+
+“But who do you think I am?” asked Fix, looking at him intently.
+
+“Parbleu! An agent of the members of the Reform Club, sent out here to
+interrupt my master’s journey. But, though I found you out some time
+ago, I’ve taken good care to say nothing about it to Mr. Fogg.”
+
+“He knows nothing, then?”
+
+“Nothing,” replied Passepartout, again emptying his glass.
+
+The detective passed his hand across his forehead, hesitating before he
+spoke again. What should he do? Passepartout’s mistake seemed sincere,
+but it made his design more difficult. It was evident that the servant
+was not the master’s accomplice, as Fix had been inclined to suspect.
+
+“Well,” said the detective to himself, “as he is not an accomplice, he
+will help me.”
+
+He had no time to lose: Fogg must be detained at Hong Kong, so he
+resolved to make a clean breast of it.
+
+“Listen to me,” said Fix abruptly. “I am not, as you think, an agent of
+the members of the Reform Club—”
+
+“Bah!” retorted Passepartout, with an air of raillery.
+
+“I am a police detective, sent out here by the London office.”
+
+“You, a detective?”
+
+“I will prove it. Here is my commission.”
+
+Passepartout was speechless with astonishment when Fix displayed this
+document, the genuineness of which could not be doubted.
+
+“Mr. Fogg’s wager,” resumed Fix, “is only a pretext, of which you and
+the gentlemen of the Reform are dupes. He had a motive for securing
+your innocent complicity.”
+
+“But why?”
+
+“Listen. On the 28th of last September a robbery of fifty-five thousand
+pounds was committed at the Bank of England by a person whose
+description was fortunately secured. Here is his description; it
+answers exactly to that of Mr. Phileas Fogg.”
+
+“What nonsense!” cried Passepartout, striking the table with his fist.
+“My master is the most honourable of men!”
+
+“How can you tell? You know scarcely anything about him. You went into
+his service the day he came away; and he came away on a foolish
+pretext, without trunks, and carrying a large amount in banknotes. And
+yet you are bold enough to assert that he is an honest man!”
+
+“Yes, yes,” repeated the poor fellow, mechanically.
+
+“Would you like to be arrested as his accomplice?”
+
+Passepartout, overcome by what he had heard, held his head between his
+hands, and did not dare to look at the detective. Phileas Fogg, the
+saviour of Aouda, that brave and generous man, a robber! And yet how
+many presumptions there were against him! Passepartout essayed to
+reject the suspicions which forced themselves upon his mind; he did not
+wish to believe that his master was guilty.
+
+“Well, what do you want of me?” said he, at last, with an effort.
+
+“See here,” replied Fix; “I have tracked Mr. Fogg to this place, but as
+yet I have failed to receive the warrant of arrest for which I sent to
+London. You must help me to keep him here in Hong Kong—”
+
+“I! But I—”
+
+“I will share with you the two thousand pounds reward offered by the
+Bank of England.”
+
+“Never!” replied Passepartout, who tried to rise, but fell back,
+exhausted in mind and body.
+
+“Mr. Fix,” he stammered, “even should what you say be true—if my master
+is really the robber you are seeking for—which I deny—I have been, am,
+in his service; I have seen his generosity and goodness; and I will
+never betray him—not for all the gold in the world. I come from a
+village where they don’t eat that kind of bread!”
+
+“You refuse?”
+
+“I refuse.”
+
+“Consider that I’ve said nothing,” said Fix; “and let us drink.”
+
+“Yes; let us drink!”
+
+Passepartout felt himself yielding more and more to the effects of the
+liquor. Fix, seeing that he must, at all hazards, be separated from his
+master, wished to entirely overcome him. Some pipes full of opium lay
+upon the table. Fix slipped one into Passepartout’s hand. He took it,
+put it between his lips, lit it, drew several puffs, and his head,
+becoming heavy under the influence of the narcotic, fell upon the
+table.
+
+“At last!” said Fix, seeing Passepartout unconscious. “Mr. Fogg will
+not be informed of the ‘Carnatic’s’ departure; and, if he is, he will
+have to go without this cursed Frenchman!”
+
+And, after paying his bill, Fix left the tavern.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XX.
+IN WHICH FIX COMES FACE TO FACE WITH PHILEAS FOGG
+
+
+While these events were passing at the opium-house, Mr. Fogg,
+unconscious of the danger he was in of losing the steamer, was quietly
+escorting Aouda about the streets of the English quarter, making the
+necessary purchases for the long voyage before them. It was all very
+well for an Englishman like Mr. Fogg to make the tour of the world with
+a carpet-bag; a lady could not be expected to travel comfortably under
+such conditions. He acquitted his task with characteristic serenity,
+and invariably replied to the remonstrances of his fair companion, who
+was confused by his patience and generosity:
+
+“It is in the interest of my journey—a part of my programme.”
+
+The purchases made, they returned to the hotel, where they dined at a
+sumptuously served _table-d’hôte;_ after which Aouda, shaking hands
+with her protector after the English fashion, retired to her room for
+rest. Mr. Fogg absorbed himself throughout the evening in the perusal
+of the _Times_ and _Illustrated London News_.
+
+Had he been capable of being astonished at anything, it would have been
+not to see his servant return at bedtime. But, knowing that the steamer
+was not to leave for Yokohama until the next morning, he did not
+disturb himself about the matter. When Passepartout did not appear the
+next morning to answer his master’s bell, Mr. Fogg, not betraying the
+least vexation, contented himself with taking his carpet-bag, calling
+Aouda, and sending for a palanquin.
+
+It was then eight o’clock; at half-past nine, it being then high tide,
+the “Carnatic” would leave the harbour. Mr. Fogg and Aouda got into the
+palanquin, their luggage being brought after on a wheelbarrow, and half
+an hour later stepped upon the quay whence they were to embark. Mr.
+Fogg then learned that the “Carnatic” had sailed the evening before. He
+had expected to find not only the steamer, but his domestic, and was
+forced to give up both; but no sign of disappointment appeared on his
+face, and he merely remarked to Aouda, “It is an accident, madam;
+nothing more.”
+
+At this moment a man who had been observing him attentively approached.
+It was Fix, who, bowing, addressed Mr. Fogg: “Were you not, like me,
+sir, a passenger by the ‘Rangoon,’ which arrived yesterday?”
+
+“I was, sir,” replied Mr. Fogg coldly. “But I have not the honour—”
+
+“Pardon me; I thought I should find your servant here.”
+
+“Do you know where he is, sir?” asked Aouda anxiously.
+
+“What!” responded Fix, feigning surprise. “Is he not with you?”
+
+“No,” said Aouda. “He has not made his appearance since yesterday.
+Could he have gone on board the ‘Carnatic’ without us?”
+
+“Without you, madam?” answered the detective. “Excuse me, did you
+intend to sail in the ‘Carnatic’?”
+
+“Yes, sir.”
+
+“So did I, madam, and I am excessively disappointed. The ‘Carnatic’,
+its repairs being completed, left Hong Kong twelve hours before the
+stated time, without any notice being given; and we must now wait a
+week for another steamer.”
+
+As he said “a week” Fix felt his heart leap for joy. Fogg detained at
+Hong Kong for a week! There would be time for the warrant to arrive,
+and fortune at last favoured the representative of the law. His horror
+may be imagined when he heard Mr. Fogg say, in his placid voice, “But
+there are other vessels besides the ‘Carnatic,’ it seems to me, in the
+harbour of Hong Kong.”
+
+And, offering his arm to Aouda, he directed his steps toward the docks
+in search of some craft about to start. Fix, stupefied, followed; it
+seemed as if he were attached to Mr. Fogg by an invisible thread.
+Chance, however, appeared really to have abandoned the man it had
+hitherto served so well. For three hours Phileas Fogg wandered about
+the docks, with the determination, if necessary, to charter a vessel to
+carry him to Yokohama; but he could only find vessels which were
+loading or unloading, and which could not therefore set sail. Fix began
+to hope again.
+
+But Mr. Fogg, far from being discouraged, was continuing his search,
+resolved not to stop if he had to resort to Macao, when he was accosted
+by a sailor on one of the wharves.
+
+“Is your honour looking for a boat?”
+
+“Have you a boat ready to sail?”
+
+“Yes, your honour; a pilot-boat—No. 43—the best in the harbour.”
+
+“Does she go fast?”
+
+“Between eight and nine knots the hour. Will you look at her?”
+
+“Yes.”
+
+“Your honour will be satisfied with her. Is it for a sea excursion?”
+
+“No; for a voyage.”
+
+“A voyage?”
+
+“Yes, will you agree to take me to Yokohama?”
+
+The sailor leaned on the railing, opened his eyes wide, and said, “Is
+your honour joking?”
+
+“No. I have missed the ‘Carnatic,’ and I must get to Yokohama by the
+14th at the latest, to take the boat for San Francisco.”
+
+“I am sorry,” said the sailor; “but it is impossible.”
+
+“I offer you a hundred pounds per day, and an additional reward of two
+hundred pounds if I reach Yokohama in time.”
+
+“Are you in earnest?”
+
+“Very much so.”
+
+The pilot walked away a little distance, and gazed out to sea,
+evidently struggling between the anxiety to gain a large sum and the
+fear of venturing so far. Fix was in mortal suspense.
+
+Mr. Fogg turned to Aouda and asked her, “You would not be afraid, would
+you, madam?”
+
+“Not with you, Mr. Fogg,” was her answer.
+
+The pilot now returned, shuffling his hat in his hands.
+
+“Well, pilot?” said Mr. Fogg.
+
+“Well, your honour,” replied he, “I could not risk myself, my men, or
+my little boat of scarcely twenty tons on so long a voyage at this time
+of year. Besides, we could not reach Yokohama in time, for it is
+sixteen hundred and sixty miles from Hong Kong.”
+
+“Only sixteen hundred,” said Mr. Fogg.
+
+“It’s the same thing.”
+
+Fix breathed more freely.
+
+“But,” added the pilot, “it might be arranged another way.”
+
+Fix ceased to breathe at all.
+
+“How?” asked Mr. Fogg.
+
+“By going to Nagasaki, at the extreme south of Japan, or even to
+Shanghai, which is only eight hundred miles from here. In going to
+Shanghai we should not be forced to sail wide of the Chinese coast,
+which would be a great advantage, as the currents run northward, and
+would aid us.”
+
+“Pilot,” said Mr. Fogg, “I must take the American steamer at Yokohama,
+and not at Shanghai or Nagasaki.”
+
+“Why not?” returned the pilot. “The San Francisco steamer does not
+start from Yokohama. It puts in at Yokohama and Nagasaki, but it starts
+from Shanghai.”
+
+“You are sure of that?”
+
+“Perfectly.”
+
+“And when does the boat leave Shanghai?”
+
+“On the 11th, at seven in the evening. We have, therefore, four days
+before us, that is ninety-six hours; and in that time, if we had good
+luck and a south-west wind, and the sea was calm, we could make those
+eight hundred miles to Shanghai.”
+
+“And you could go—”
+
+“In an hour; as soon as provisions could be got aboard and the sails
+put up.”
+
+“It is a bargain. Are you the master of the boat?”
+
+“Yes; John Bunsby, master of the ‘Tankadere.’”
+
+“Would you like some earnest-money?”
+
+“If it would not put your honour out—”
+
+“Here are two hundred pounds on account sir,” added Phileas Fogg,
+turning to Fix, “if you would like to take advantage—”
+
+“Thanks, sir; I was about to ask the favour.”
+
+“Very well. In half an hour we shall go on board.”
+
+“But poor Passepartout?” urged Aouda, who was much disturbed by the
+servant’s disappearance.
+
+“I shall do all I can to find him,” replied Phileas Fogg.
+
+While Fix, in a feverish, nervous state, repaired to the pilot-boat,
+the others directed their course to the police-station at Hong Kong.
+Phileas Fogg there gave Passepartout’s description, and left a sum of
+money to be spent in the search for him. The same formalities having
+been gone through at the French consulate, and the palanquin having
+stopped at the hotel for the luggage, which had been sent back there,
+they returned to the wharf.
+
+It was now three o’clock; and pilot-boat No. 43, with its crew on
+board, and its provisions stored away, was ready for departure.
+
+The “Tankadere” was a neat little craft of twenty tons, as gracefully
+built as if she were a racing yacht. Her shining copper sheathing, her
+galvanised iron-work, her deck, white as ivory, betrayed the pride
+taken by John Bunsby in making her presentable. Her two masts leaned a
+trifle backward; she carried brigantine, foresail, storm-jib, and
+standing-jib, and was well rigged for running before the wind; and she
+seemed capable of brisk speed, which, indeed, she had already proved by
+gaining several prizes in pilot-boat races. The crew of the “Tankadere”
+was composed of John Bunsby, the master, and four hardy mariners, who
+were familiar with the Chinese seas. John Bunsby, himself, a man of
+forty-five or thereabouts, vigorous, sunburnt, with a sprightly
+expression of the eye, and energetic and self-reliant countenance,
+would have inspired confidence in the most timid.
+
+Phileas Fogg and Aouda went on board, where they found Fix already
+installed. Below deck was a square cabin, of which the walls bulged out
+in the form of cots, above a circular divan; in the centre was a table
+provided with a swinging lamp. The accommodation was confined, but
+neat.
+
+“I am sorry to have nothing better to offer you,” said Mr. Fogg to Fix,
+who bowed without responding.
+
+The detective had a feeling akin to humiliation in profiting by the
+kindness of Mr. Fogg.
+
+“It’s certain,” thought he, “though rascal as he is, he is a polite
+one!”
+
+The sails and the English flag were hoisted at ten minutes past three.
+Mr. Fogg and Aouda, who were seated on deck, cast a last glance at the
+quay, in the hope of espying Passepartout. Fix was not without his
+fears lest chance should direct the steps of the unfortunate servant,
+whom he had so badly treated, in this direction; in which case an
+explanation the reverse of satisfactory to the detective must have
+ensued. But the Frenchman did not appear, and, without doubt, was still
+lying under the stupefying influence of the opium.
+
+John Bunsby, master, at length gave the order to start, and the
+“Tankadere,” taking the wind under her brigantine, foresail, and
+standing-jib, bounded briskly forward over the waves.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXI.
+IN WHICH THE MASTER OF THE “TANKADERE” RUNS GREAT RISK OF LOSING A
+REWARD OF TWO HUNDRED POUNDS
+
+
+This voyage of eight hundred miles was a perilous venture on a craft of
+twenty tons, and at that season of the year. The Chinese seas are
+usually boisterous, subject to terrible gales of wind, and especially
+during the equinoxes; and it was now early November.
+
+It would clearly have been to the master’s advantage to carry his
+passengers to Yokohama, since he was paid a certain sum per day; but he
+would have been rash to attempt such a voyage, and it was imprudent
+even to attempt to reach Shanghai. But John Bunsby believed in the
+“Tankadere,” which rode on the waves like a seagull; and perhaps he was
+not wrong.
+
+Late in the day they passed through the capricious channels of Hong
+Kong, and the “Tankadere,” impelled by favourable winds, conducted
+herself admirably.
+
+“I do not need, pilot,” said Phileas Fogg, when they got into the open
+sea, “to advise you to use all possible speed.”
+
+“Trust me, your honour. We are carrying all the sail the wind will let
+us. The poles would add nothing, and are only used when we are going
+into port.”
+
+“It’s your trade, not mine, pilot, and I confide in you.”
+
+Phileas Fogg, with body erect and legs wide apart, standing like a
+sailor, gazed without staggering at the swelling waters. The young
+woman, who was seated aft, was profoundly affected as she looked out
+upon the ocean, darkening now with the twilight, on which she had
+ventured in so frail a vessel. Above her head rustled the white sails,
+which seemed like great white wings. The boat, carried forward by the
+wind, seemed to be flying in the air.
+
+Night came. The moon was entering her first quarter, and her
+insufficient light would soon die out in the mist on the horizon.
+Clouds were rising from the east, and already overcast a part of the
+heavens.
+
+The pilot had hung out his lights, which was very necessary in these
+seas crowded with vessels bound landward; for collisions are not
+uncommon occurrences, and, at the speed she was going, the least shock
+would shatter the gallant little craft.
+
+Fix, seated in the bow, gave himself up to meditation. He kept apart
+from his fellow-travellers, knowing Mr. Fogg’s taciturn tastes;
+besides, he did not quite like to talk to the man whose favours he had
+accepted. He was thinking, too, of the future. It seemed certain that
+Fogg would not stop at Yokohama, but would at once take the boat for
+San Francisco; and the vast extent of America would ensure him impunity
+and safety. Fogg’s plan appeared to him the simplest in the world.
+Instead of sailing directly from England to the United States, like a
+common villain, he had traversed three quarters of the globe, so as to
+gain the American continent more surely; and there, after throwing the
+police off his track, he would quietly enjoy himself with the fortune
+stolen from the bank. But, once in the United States, what should he,
+Fix, do? Should he abandon this man? No, a hundred times no! Until he
+had secured his extradition, he would not lose sight of him for an
+hour. It was his duty, and he would fulfil it to the end. At all
+events, there was one thing to be thankful for; Passepartout was not
+with his master; and it was above all important, after the confidences
+Fix had imparted to him, that the servant should never have speech with
+his master.
+
+Phileas Fogg was also thinking of Passepartout, who had so strangely
+disappeared. Looking at the matter from every point of view, it did not
+seem to him impossible that, by some mistake, the man might have
+embarked on the “Carnatic” at the last moment; and this was also
+Aouda’s opinion, who regretted very much the loss of the worthy fellow
+to whom she owed so much. They might then find him at Yokohama; for, if
+the “Carnatic” was carrying him thither, it would be easy to ascertain
+if he had been on board.
+
+A brisk breeze arose about ten o’clock; but, though it might have been
+prudent to take in a reef, the pilot, after carefully examining the
+heavens, let the craft remain rigged as before. The “Tankadere” bore
+sail admirably, as she drew a great deal of water, and everything was
+prepared for high speed in case of a gale.
+
+Mr. Fogg and Aouda descended into the cabin at midnight, having been
+already preceded by Fix, who had lain down on one of the cots. The
+pilot and crew remained on deck all night.
+
+At sunrise the next day, which was 8th November, the boat had made more
+than one hundred miles. The log indicated a mean speed of between eight
+and nine miles. The “Tankadere” still carried all sail, and was
+accomplishing her greatest capacity of speed. If the wind held as it
+was, the chances would be in her favour. During the day she kept along
+the coast, where the currents were favourable; the coast, irregular in
+profile, and visible sometimes across the clearings, was at most five
+miles distant. The sea was less boisterous, since the wind came off
+land—a fortunate circumstance for the boat, which would suffer, owing
+to its small tonnage, by a heavy surge on the sea.
+
+The breeze subsided a little towards noon, and set in from the
+south-west. The pilot put up his poles, but took them down again within
+two hours, as the wind freshened up anew.
+
+Mr. Fogg and Aouda, happily unaffected by the roughness of the sea, ate
+with a good appetite, Fix being invited to share their repast, which he
+accepted with secret chagrin. To travel at this man’s expense and live
+upon his provisions was not palatable to him. Still, he was obliged to
+eat, and so he ate.
+
+When the meal was over, he took Mr. Fogg apart, and said, “sir”—this
+“sir” scorched his lips, and he had to control himself to avoid
+collaring this “gentleman”—“sir, you have been very kind to give me a
+passage on this boat. But, though my means will not admit of my
+expending them as freely as you, I must ask to pay my share—”
+
+“Let us not speak of that, sir,” replied Mr. Fogg.
+
+“But, if I insist—”
+
+“No, sir,” repeated Mr. Fogg, in a tone which did not admit of a reply.
+“This enters into my general expenses.”
+
+Fix, as he bowed, had a stifled feeling, and, going forward, where he
+ensconced himself, did not open his mouth for the rest of the day.
+
+Meanwhile they were progressing famously, and John Bunsby was in high
+hope. He several times assured Mr. Fogg that they would reach Shanghai
+in time; to which that gentleman responded that he counted upon it. The
+crew set to work in good earnest, inspired by the reward to be gained.
+There was not a sheet which was not tightened, not a sail which was not
+vigorously hoisted; not a lurch could be charged to the man at the
+helm. They worked as desperately as if they were contesting in a Royal
+yacht regatta.
+
+By evening, the log showed that two hundred and twenty miles had been
+accomplished from Hong Kong, and Mr. Fogg might hope that he would be
+able to reach Yokohama without recording any delay in his journal; in
+which case, the many misadventures which had overtaken him since he
+left London would not seriously affect his journey.
+
+The “Tankadere” entered the Straits of Fo-Kien, which separate the
+island of Formosa from the Chinese coast, in the small hours of the
+night, and crossed the Tropic of Cancer. The sea was very rough in the
+straits, full of eddies formed by the counter-currents, and the
+chopping waves broke her course, whilst it became very difficult to
+stand on deck.
+
+At daybreak the wind began to blow hard again, and the heavens seemed
+to predict a gale. The barometer announced a speedy change, the mercury
+rising and falling capriciously; the sea also, in the south-east,
+raised long surges which indicated a tempest. The sun had set the
+evening before in a red mist, in the midst of the phosphorescent
+scintillations of the ocean.
+
+John Bunsby long examined the threatening aspect of the heavens,
+muttering indistinctly between his teeth. At last he said in a low
+voice to Mr. Fogg, “Shall I speak out to your honour?”
+
+“Of course.”
+
+“Well, we are going to have a squall.”
+
+“Is the wind north or south?” asked Mr. Fogg quietly.
+
+“South. Look! a typhoon is coming up.”
+
+“Glad it’s a typhoon from the south, for it will carry us forward.”
+
+“Oh, if you take it that way,” said John Bunsby, “I’ve nothing more to
+say.” John Bunsby’s suspicions were confirmed. At a less advanced
+season of the year the typhoon, according to a famous meteorologist,
+would have passed away like a luminous cascade of electric flame; but
+in the winter equinox it was to be feared that it would burst upon them
+with great violence.
+
+The pilot took his precautions in advance. He reefed all sail, the
+pole-masts were dispensed with; all hands went forward to the bows. A
+single triangular sail, of strong canvas, was hoisted as a storm-jib,
+so as to hold the wind from behind. Then they waited.
+
+John Bunsby had requested his passengers to go below; but this
+imprisonment in so narrow a space, with little air, and the boat
+bouncing in the gale, was far from pleasant. Neither Mr. Fogg, Fix, nor
+Aouda consented to leave the deck.
+
+The storm of rain and wind descended upon them towards eight o’clock.
+With but its bit of sail, the “Tankadere” was lifted like a feather by
+a wind, an idea of whose violence can scarcely be given. To compare her
+speed to four times that of a locomotive going on full steam would be
+below the truth.
+
+The boat scudded thus northward during the whole day, borne on by
+monstrous waves, preserving always, fortunately, a speed equal to
+theirs. Twenty times she seemed almost to be submerged by these
+mountains of water which rose behind her; but the adroit management of
+the pilot saved her. The passengers were often bathed in spray, but
+they submitted to it philosophically. Fix cursed it, no doubt; but
+Aouda, with her eyes fastened upon her protector, whose coolness amazed
+her, showed herself worthy of him, and bravely weathered the storm. As
+for Phileas Fogg, it seemed just as if the typhoon were a part of his
+programme.
+
+Up to this time the “Tankadere” had always held her course to the
+north; but towards evening the wind, veering three quarters, bore down
+from the north-west. The boat, now lying in the trough of the waves,
+shook and rolled terribly; the sea struck her with fearful violence. At
+night the tempest increased in violence. John Bunsby saw the approach
+of darkness and the rising of the storm with dark misgivings. He
+thought awhile, and then asked his crew if it was not time to slacken
+speed. After a consultation he approached Mr. Fogg, and said, “I think,
+your honour, that we should do well to make for one of the ports on the
+coast.”
+
+“I think so too.”
+
+“Ah!” said the pilot. “But which one?”
+
+“I know of but one,” returned Mr. Fogg tranquilly.
+
+“And that is—”
+
+“Shanghai.”
+
+The pilot, at first, did not seem to comprehend; he could scarcely
+realise so much determination and tenacity. Then he cried, “Well—yes!
+Your honour is right. To Shanghai!”
+
+So the “Tankadere” kept steadily on her northward track.
+
+The night was really terrible; it would be a miracle if the craft did
+not founder. Twice it could have been all over with her if the crew had
+not been constantly on the watch. Aouda was exhausted, but did not
+utter a complaint. More than once Mr. Fogg rushed to protect her from
+the violence of the waves.
+
+Day reappeared. The tempest still raged with undiminished fury; but the
+wind now returned to the south-east. It was a favourable change, and
+the “Tankadere” again bounded forward on this mountainous sea, though
+the waves crossed each other, and imparted shocks and counter-shocks
+which would have crushed a craft less solidly built. From time to time
+the coast was visible through the broken mist, but no vessel was in
+sight. The “Tankadere” was alone upon the sea.
+
+There were some signs of a calm at noon, and these became more distinct
+as the sun descended toward the horizon. The tempest had been as brief
+as terrific. The passengers, thoroughly exhausted, could now eat a
+little, and take some repose.
+
+The night was comparatively quiet. Some of the sails were again
+hoisted, and the speed of the boat was very good. The next morning at
+dawn they espied the coast, and John Bunsby was able to assert that
+they were not one hundred miles from Shanghai. A hundred miles, and
+only one day to traverse them! That very evening Mr. Fogg was due at
+Shanghai, if he did not wish to miss the steamer to Yokohama. Had there
+been no storm, during which several hours were lost, they would be at
+this moment within thirty miles of their destination.
+
+The wind grew decidedly calmer, and happily the sea fell with it. All
+sails were now hoisted, and at noon the “Tankadere” was within
+forty-five miles of Shanghai. There remained yet six hours in which to
+accomplish that distance. All on board feared that it could not be
+done, and every one—Phileas Fogg, no doubt, excepted—felt his heart
+beat with impatience. The boat must keep up an average of nine miles an
+hour, and the wind was becoming calmer every moment! It was a
+capricious breeze, coming from the coast, and after it passed the sea
+became smooth. Still, the “Tankadere” was so light, and her fine sails
+caught the fickle zephyrs so well, that, with the aid of the currents
+John Bunsby found himself at six o’clock not more than ten miles from
+the mouth of Shanghai River. Shanghai itself is situated at least
+twelve miles up the stream. At seven they were still three miles from
+Shanghai. The pilot swore an angry oath; the reward of two hundred
+pounds was evidently on the point of escaping him. He looked at Mr.
+Fogg. Mr. Fogg was perfectly tranquil; and yet his whole fortune was at
+this moment at stake.
+
+At this moment, also, a long black funnel, crowned with wreaths of
+smoke, appeared on the edge of the waters. It was the American steamer,
+leaving for Yokohama at the appointed time.
+
+“Confound her!” cried John Bunsby, pushing back the rudder with a
+desperate jerk.
+
+“Signal her!” said Phileas Fogg quietly.
+
+A small brass cannon stood on the forward deck of the “Tankadere,” for
+making signals in the fogs. It was loaded to the muzzle; but just as
+the pilot was about to apply a red-hot coal to the touchhole, Mr. Fogg
+said, “Hoist your flag!”
+
+The flag was run up at half-mast, and, this being the signal of
+distress, it was hoped that the American steamer, perceiving it, would
+change her course a little, so as to succour the pilot-boat.
+
+“Fire!” said Mr. Fogg. And the booming of the little cannon resounded
+in the air.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXII.
+IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT FINDS OUT THAT, EVEN AT THE ANTIPODES, IT IS
+CONVENIENT TO HAVE SOME MONEY IN ONE’S POCKET
+
+
+The “Carnatic,” setting sail from Hong Kong at half-past six on the 7th
+of November, directed her course at full steam towards Japan. She
+carried a large cargo and a well-filled cabin of passengers. Two
+state-rooms in the rear were, however, unoccupied—those which had been
+engaged by Phileas Fogg.
+
+The next day a passenger with a half-stupefied eye, staggering gait,
+and disordered hair, was seen to emerge from the second cabin, and to
+totter to a seat on deck.
+
+It was Passepartout; and what had happened to him was as follows:
+Shortly after Fix left the opium den, two waiters had lifted the
+unconscious Passepartout, and had carried him to the bed reserved for
+the smokers. Three hours later, pursued even in his dreams by a fixed
+idea, the poor fellow awoke, and struggled against the stupefying
+influence of the narcotic. The thought of a duty unfulfilled shook off
+his torpor, and he hurried from the abode of drunkenness. Staggering
+and holding himself up by keeping against the walls, falling down and
+creeping up again, and irresistibly impelled by a kind of instinct, he
+kept crying out, “The ‘Carnatic!’ the ‘Carnatic!’”
+
+The steamer lay puffing alongside the quay, on the point of starting.
+Passepartout had but few steps to go; and, rushing upon the plank, he
+crossed it, and fell unconscious on the deck, just as the “Carnatic”
+was moving off. Several sailors, who were evidently accustomed to this
+sort of scene, carried the poor Frenchman down into the second cabin,
+and Passepartout did not wake until they were one hundred and fifty
+miles away from China. Thus he found himself the next morning on the
+deck of the “Carnatic,” and eagerly inhaling the exhilarating
+sea-breeze. The pure air sobered him. He began to collect his sense,
+which he found a difficult task; but at last he recalled the events of
+the evening before, Fix’s revelation, and the opium-house.
+
+“It is evident,” said he to himself, “that I have been abominably
+drunk! What will Mr. Fogg say? At least I have not missed the steamer,
+which is the most important thing.���
+
+Then, as Fix occurred to him: “As for that rascal, I hope we are well
+rid of him, and that he has not dared, as he proposed, to follow us on
+board the “Carnatic.” A detective on the track of Mr. Fogg, accused of
+robbing the Bank of England! Pshaw! Mr. Fogg is no more a robber than I
+am a murderer.”
+
+Should he divulge Fix’s real errand to his master? Would it do to tell
+the part the detective was playing? Would it not be better to wait
+until Mr. Fogg reached London again, and then impart to him that an
+agent of the metropolitan police had been following him round the
+world, and have a good laugh over it? No doubt; at least, it was worth
+considering. The first thing to do was to find Mr. Fogg, and apologise
+for his singular behaviour.
+
+Passepartout got up and proceeded, as well as he could with the rolling
+of the steamer, to the after-deck. He saw no one who resembled either
+his master or Aouda. “Good!” muttered he; “Aouda has not got up yet,
+and Mr. Fogg has probably found some partners at whist.”
+
+He descended to the saloon. Mr. Fogg was not there. Passepartout had
+only, however, to ask the purser the number of his master’s state-room.
+The purser replied that he did not know any passenger by the name of
+Fogg.
+
+“I beg your pardon,” said Passepartout persistently. “He is a tall
+gentleman, quiet, and not very talkative, and has with him a young
+lady—”
+
+“There is no young lady on board,” interrupted the purser. “Here is a
+list of the passengers; you may see for yourself.”
+
+Passepartout scanned the list, but his master’s name was not upon it.
+All at once an idea struck him.
+
+“Ah! am I on the ‘Carnatic?’”
+
+“Yes.”
+
+“On the way to Yokohama?”
+
+“Certainly.”
+
+Passepartout had for an instant feared that he was on the wrong boat;
+but, though he was really on the “Carnatic,” his master was not there.
+
+He fell thunderstruck on a seat. He saw it all now. He remembered that
+the time of sailing had been changed, that he should have informed his
+master of that fact, and that he had not done so. It was his fault,
+then, that Mr. Fogg and Aouda had missed the steamer. Yes, but it was
+still more the fault of the traitor who, in order to separate him from
+his master, and detain the latter at Hong Kong, had inveigled him into
+getting drunk! He now saw the detective’s trick; and at this moment Mr.
+Fogg was certainly ruined, his bet was lost, and he himself perhaps
+arrested and imprisoned! At this thought Passepartout tore his hair.
+Ah, if Fix ever came within his reach, what a settling of accounts
+there would be!
+
+After his first depression, Passepartout became calmer, and began to
+study his situation. It was certainly not an enviable one. He found
+himself on the way to Japan, and what should he do when he got there?
+His pocket was empty; he had not a solitary shilling, not so much as a
+penny. His passage had fortunately been paid for in advance; and he had
+five or six days in which to decide upon his future course. He fell to
+at meals with an appetite, and ate for Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and himself. He
+helped himself as generously as if Japan were a desert, where nothing
+to eat was to be looked for.
+
+At dawn on the 13th the “Carnatic” entered the port of Yokohama. This
+is an important port of call in the Pacific, where all the
+mail-steamers, and those carrying travellers between North America,
+China, Japan, and the Oriental islands put in. It is situated in the
+bay of Yeddo, and at but a short distance from that second capital of
+the Japanese Empire, and the residence of the Tycoon, the civil
+Emperor, before the Mikado, the spiritual Emperor, absorbed his office
+in his own. The “Carnatic” anchored at the quay near the custom-house,
+in the midst of a crowd of ships bearing the flags of all nations.
+
+Passepartout went timidly ashore on this so curious territory of the
+Sons of the Sun. He had nothing better to do than, taking chance for
+his guide, to wander aimlessly through the streets of Yokohama. He
+found himself at first in a thoroughly European quarter, the houses
+having low fronts, and being adorned with verandas, beneath which he
+caught glimpses of neat peristyles. This quarter occupied, with its
+streets, squares, docks, and warehouses, all the space between the
+“promontory of the Treaty” and the river. Here, as at Hong Kong and
+Calcutta, were mixed crowds of all races, Americans and English,
+Chinamen and Dutchmen, mostly merchants ready to buy or sell anything.
+The Frenchman felt himself as much alone among them as if he had
+dropped down in the midst of Hottentots.
+
+He had, at least, one resource,—to call on the French and English
+consuls at Yokohama for assistance. But he shrank from telling the
+story of his adventures, intimately connected as it was with that of
+his master; and, before doing so, he determined to exhaust all other
+means of aid. As chance did not favour him in the European quarter, he
+penetrated that inhabited by the native Japanese, determined, if
+necessary, to push on to Yeddo.
+
+The Japanese quarter of Yokohama is called Benten, after the goddess of
+the sea, who is worshipped on the islands round about. There
+Passepartout beheld beautiful fir and cedar groves, sacred gates of a
+singular architecture, bridges half hid in the midst of bamboos and
+reeds, temples shaded by immense cedar-trees, holy retreats where were
+sheltered Buddhist priests and sectaries of Confucius, and interminable
+streets, where a perfect harvest of rose-tinted and red-cheeked
+children, who looked as if they had been cut out of Japanese screens,
+and who were playing in the midst of short-legged poodles and yellowish
+cats, might have been gathered.
+
+The streets were crowded with people. Priests were passing in
+processions, beating their dreary tambourines; police and custom-house
+officers with pointed hats encrusted with lac and carrying two sabres
+hung to their waists; soldiers, clad in blue cotton with white stripes,
+and bearing guns; the Mikado’s guards, enveloped in silken doubles,
+hauberks and coats of mail; and numbers of military folk of all
+ranks—for the military profession is as much respected in Japan as it
+is despised in China—went hither and thither in groups and pairs.
+Passepartout saw, too, begging friars, long-robed pilgrims, and simple
+civilians, with their warped and jet-black hair, big heads, long busts,
+slender legs, short stature, and complexions varying from copper-colour
+to a dead white, but never yellow, like the Chinese, from whom the
+Japanese widely differ. He did not fail to observe the curious
+equipages—carriages and palanquins, barrows supplied with sails, and
+litters made of bamboo; nor the women—whom he thought not especially
+handsome—who took little steps with their little feet, whereon they
+wore canvas shoes, straw sandals, and clogs of worked wood, and who
+displayed tight-looking eyes, flat chests, teeth fashionably blackened,
+and gowns crossed with silken scarfs, tied in an enormous knot behind
+an ornament which the modern Parisian ladies seem to have borrowed from
+the dames of Japan.
+
+Passepartout wandered for several hours in the midst of this motley
+crowd, looking in at the windows of the rich and curious shops, the
+jewellery establishments glittering with quaint Japanese ornaments, the
+restaurants decked with streamers and banners, the tea-houses, where
+the odorous beverage was being drunk with “saki,” a liquor concocted
+from the fermentation of rice, and the comfortable smoking-houses,
+where they were puffing, not opium, which is almost unknown in Japan,
+but a very fine, stringy tobacco. He went on till he found himself in
+the fields, in the midst of vast rice plantations. There he saw
+dazzling camellias expanding themselves, with flowers which were giving
+forth their last colours and perfumes, not on bushes, but on trees, and
+within bamboo enclosures, cherry, plum, and apple trees, which the
+Japanese cultivate rather for their blossoms than their fruit, and
+which queerly-fashioned, grinning scarecrows protected from the
+sparrows, pigeons, ravens, and other voracious birds. On the branches
+of the cedars were perched large eagles; amid the foliage of the
+weeping willows were herons, solemnly standing on one leg; and on every
+hand were crows, ducks, hawks, wild birds, and a multitude of cranes,
+which the Japanese consider sacred, and which to their minds symbolise
+long life and prosperity.
+
+As he was strolling along, Passepartout espied some violets among the
+shrubs.
+
+“Good!” said he; “I’ll have some supper.”
+
+But, on smelling them, he found that they were odourless.
+
+“No chance there,” thought he.
+
+The worthy fellow had certainly taken good care to eat as hearty a
+breakfast as possible before leaving the “Carnatic;” but, as he had
+been walking about all day, the demands of hunger were becoming
+importunate. He observed that the butchers stalls contained neither
+mutton, goat, nor pork; and, knowing also that it is a sacrilege to
+kill cattle, which are preserved solely for farming, he made up his
+mind that meat was far from plentiful in Yokohama—nor was he mistaken;
+and, in default of butcher’s meat, he could have wished for a quarter
+of wild boar or deer, a partridge, or some quails, some game or fish,
+which, with rice, the Japanese eat almost exclusively. But he found it
+necessary to keep up a stout heart, and to postpone the meal he craved
+till the following morning. Night came, and Passepartout re-entered the
+native quarter, where he wandered through the streets, lit by
+vari-coloured lanterns, looking on at the dancers, who were executing
+skilful steps and boundings, and the astrologers who stood in the open
+air with their telescopes. Then he came to the harbour, which was lit
+up by the resin torches of the fishermen, who were fishing from their
+boats.
+
+The streets at last became quiet, and the patrol, the officers of
+which, in their splendid costumes, and surrounded by their suites,
+Passepartout thought seemed like ambassadors, succeeded the bustling
+crowd. Each time a company passed, Passepartout chuckled, and said to
+himself: “Good! another Japanese embassy departing for Europe!”
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIII.
+IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT’S NOSE BECOMES OUTRAGEOUSLY LONG
+
+
+The next morning poor, jaded, famished Passepartout said to himself
+that he must get something to eat at all hazards, and the sooner he did
+so the better. He might, indeed, sell his watch; but he would have
+starved first. Now or never he must use the strong, if not melodious
+voice which nature had bestowed upon him. He knew several French and
+English songs, and resolved to try them upon the Japanese, who must be
+lovers of music, since they were for ever pounding on their cymbals,
+tam-tams, and tambourines, and could not but appreciate European
+talent.
+
+It was, perhaps, rather early in the morning to get up a concert, and
+the audience prematurely aroused from their slumbers, might not
+possibly pay their entertainer with coin bearing the Mikado’s features.
+Passepartout therefore decided to wait several hours; and, as he was
+sauntering along, it occurred to him that he would seem rather too well
+dressed for a wandering artist. The idea struck him to change his
+garments for clothes more in harmony with his project; by which he
+might also get a little money to satisfy the immediate cravings of
+hunger. The resolution taken, it remained to carry it out.
+
+It was only after a long search that Passepartout discovered a native
+dealer in old clothes, to whom he applied for an exchange. The man
+liked the European costume, and ere long Passepartout issued from his
+shop accoutred in an old Japanese coat, and a sort of one-sided turban,
+faded with long use. A few small pieces of silver, moreover, jingled in
+his pocket.
+
+“Good!” thought he. “I will imagine I am at the Carnival!”
+
+His first care, after being thus “Japanesed,” was to enter a tea-house
+of modest appearance, and, upon half a bird and a little rice, to
+breakfast like a man for whom dinner was as yet a problem to be solved.
+
+“Now,” thought he, when he had eaten heartily, “I mustn’t lose my head.
+I can’t sell this costume again for one still more Japanese. I must
+consider how to leave this country of the Sun, of which I shall not
+retain the most delightful of memories, as quickly as possible.”
+
+It occurred to him to visit the steamers which were about to leave for
+America. He would offer himself as a cook or servant, in payment of his
+passage and meals. Once at San Francisco, he would find some means of
+going on. The difficulty was, how to traverse the four thousand seven
+hundred miles of the Pacific which lay between Japan and the New World.
+
+Passepartout was not the man to let an idea go begging, and directed
+his steps towards the docks. But, as he approached them, his project,
+which at first had seemed so simple, began to grow more and more
+formidable to his mind. What need would they have of a cook or servant
+on an American steamer, and what confidence would they put in him,
+dressed as he was? What references could he give?
+
+As he was reflecting in this wise, his eyes fell upon an immense
+placard which a sort of clown was carrying through the streets. This
+placard, which was in English, read as follows:
+
+ACROBATIC JAPANESE TROUPE,
+HONOURABLE WILLIAM BATULCAR, PROPRIETOR,
+LAST REPRESENTATIONS,
+PRIOR TO THEIR DEPARTURE TO THE UNITED STATES,
+OF THE
+LONG NOSES! LONG NOSES!
+UNDER THE DIRECT PATRONAGE OF THE GOD TINGOU!
+GREAT ATTRACTION!
+
+
+“The United States!” said Passepartout; “that’s just what I want!”
+
+He followed the clown, and soon found himself once more in the Japanese
+quarter. A quarter of an hour later he stopped before a large cabin,
+adorned with several clusters of streamers, the exterior walls of which
+were designed to represent, in violent colours and without perspective,
+a company of jugglers.
+
+This was the Honourable William Batulcar’s establishment. That
+gentleman was a sort of Barnum, the director of a troupe of
+mountebanks, jugglers, clowns, acrobats, equilibrists, and gymnasts,
+who, according to the placard, was giving his last performances before
+leaving the Empire of the Sun for the States of the Union.
+
+Passepartout entered and asked for Mr. Batulcar, who straightway
+appeared in person.
+
+“What do you want?” said he to Passepartout, whom he at first took for
+a native.
+
+“Would you like a servant, sir?” asked Passepartout.
+
+“A servant!” cried Mr. Batulcar, caressing the thick grey beard which
+hung from his chin. “I already have two who are obedient and faithful,
+have never left me, and serve me for their nourishment and here they
+are,” added he, holding out his two robust arms, furrowed with veins as
+large as the strings of a bass-viol.
+
+“So I can be of no use to you?”
+
+“None.”
+
+“The devil! I should so like to cross the Pacific with you!”
+
+“Ah!” said the Honourable Mr. Batulcar. “You are no more a Japanese
+than I am a monkey! Who are you dressed up in that way?”
+
+“A man dresses as he can.”
+
+“That’s true. You are a Frenchman, aren’t you?”
+
+“Yes; a Parisian of Paris.”
+
+“Then you ought to know how to make grimaces?”
+
+“Why,” replied Passepartout, a little vexed that his nationality should
+cause this question, “we Frenchmen know how to make grimaces, it is
+true but not any better than the Americans do.”
+
+“True. Well, if I can’t take you as a servant, I can as a clown. You
+see, my friend, in France they exhibit foreign clowns, and in foreign
+parts French clowns.”
+
+“Ah!”
+
+“You are pretty strong, eh?”
+
+“Especially after a good meal.”
+
+“And you can sing?”
+
+“Yes,” returned Passepartout, who had formerly been wont to sing in the
+streets.
+
+“But can you sing standing on your head, with a top spinning on your
+left foot, and a sabre balanced on your right?”
+
+“Humph! I think so,” replied Passepartout, recalling the exercises of
+his younger days.
+
+“Well, that’s enough,” said the Honourable William Batulcar.
+
+The engagement was concluded there and then.
+
+Passepartout had at last found something to do. He was engaged to act
+in the celebrated Japanese troupe. It was not a very dignified
+position, but within a week he would be on his way to San Francisco.
+
+The performance, so noisily announced by the Honourable Mr. Batulcar,
+was to commence at three o’clock, and soon the deafening instruments of
+a Japanese orchestra resounded at the door. Passepartout, though he had
+not been able to study or rehearse a part, was designated to lend the
+aid of his sturdy shoulders in the great exhibition of the “human
+pyramid,” executed by the Long Noses of the god Tingou. This “great
+attraction” was to close the performance.
+
+Before three o’clock the large shed was invaded by the spectators,
+comprising Europeans and natives, Chinese and Japanese, men, women and
+children, who precipitated themselves upon the narrow benches and into
+the boxes opposite the stage. The musicians took up a position inside,
+and were vigorously performing on their gongs, tam-tams, flutes, bones,
+tambourines, and immense drums.
+
+The performance was much like all acrobatic displays; but it must be
+confessed that the Japanese are the first equilibrists in the world.
+
+One, with a fan and some bits of paper, performed the graceful trick of
+the butterflies and the flowers; another traced in the air, with the
+odorous smoke of his pipe, a series of blue words, which composed a
+compliment to the audience; while a third juggled with some lighted
+candles, which he extinguished successively as they passed his lips,
+and relit again without interrupting for an instant his juggling.
+Another reproduced the most singular combinations with a spinning-top;
+in his hands the revolving tops seemed to be animated with a life of
+their own in their interminable whirling; they ran over pipe-stems, the
+edges of sabres, wires and even hairs stretched across the stage; they
+turned around on the edges of large glasses, crossed bamboo ladders,
+dispersed into all the corners, and produced strange musical effects by
+the combination of their various pitches of tone. The jugglers tossed
+them in the air, threw them like shuttlecocks with wooden battledores,
+and yet they kept on spinning; they put them into their pockets, and
+took them out still whirling as before.
+
+It is useless to describe the astonishing performances of the acrobats
+and gymnasts. The turning on ladders, poles, balls, barrels, &c., was
+executed with wonderful precision.
+
+But the principal attraction was the exhibition of the Long Noses, a
+show to which Europe is as yet a stranger.
+
+The Long Noses form a peculiar company, under the direct patronage of
+the god Tingou. Attired after the fashion of the Middle Ages, they bore
+upon their shoulders a splendid pair of wings; but what especially
+distinguished them was the long noses which were fastened to their
+faces, and the uses which they made of them. These noses were made of
+bamboo, and were five, six, and even ten feet long, some straight,
+others curved, some ribboned, and some having imitation warts upon
+them. It was upon these appendages, fixed tightly on their real noses,
+that they performed their gymnastic exercises. A dozen of these
+sectaries of Tingou lay flat upon their backs, while others, dressed to
+represent lightning-rods, came and frolicked on their noses, jumping
+from one to another, and performing the most skilful leapings and
+somersaults.
+
+As a last scene, a “human pyramid” had been announced, in which fifty
+Long Noses were to represent the Car of Juggernaut. But, instead of
+forming a pyramid by mounting each other’s shoulders, the artists were
+to group themselves on top of the noses. It happened that the performer
+who had hitherto formed the base of the Car had quitted the troupe, and
+as, to fill this part, only strength and adroitness were necessary,
+Passepartout had been chosen to take his place.
+
+The poor fellow really felt sad when—melancholy reminiscence of his
+youth!—he donned his costume, adorned with vari-coloured wings, and
+fastened to his natural feature a false nose six feet long. But he
+cheered up when he thought that this nose was winning him something to
+eat.
+
+He went upon the stage, and took his place beside the rest who were to
+compose the base of the Car of Juggernaut. They all stretched
+themselves on the floor, their noses pointing to the ceiling. A second
+group of artists disposed themselves on these long appendages, then a
+third above these, then a fourth, until a human monument reaching to
+the very cornices of the theatre soon arose on top of the noses. This
+elicited loud applause, in the midst of which the orchestra was just
+striking up a deafening air, when the pyramid tottered, the balance was
+lost, one of the lower noses vanished from the pyramid, and the human
+monument was shattered like a castle built of cards!
+
+It was Passepartout’s fault. Abandoning his position, clearing the
+footlights without the aid of his wings, and, clambering up to the
+right-hand gallery, he fell at the feet of one of the spectators,
+crying, “Ah, my master! my master!”
+
+“You here?”
+
+“Myself.”
+
+“Very well; then let us go to the steamer, young man!”
+
+Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Passepartout passed through the lobby of the
+theatre to the outside, where they encountered the Honourable Mr.
+Batulcar, furious with rage. He demanded damages for the “breakage” of
+the pyramid; and Phileas Fogg appeased him by giving him a handful of
+banknotes.
+
+At half-past six, the very hour of departure, Mr. Fogg and Aouda,
+followed by Passepartout, who in his hurry had retained his wings, and
+nose six feet long, stepped upon the American steamer.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIV.
+DURING WHICH MR. FOGG AND PARTY CROSS THE PACIFIC OCEAN
+
+
+What happened when the pilot-boat came in sight of Shanghai will be
+easily guessed. The signals made by the “Tankadere” had been seen by
+the captain of the Yokohama steamer, who, espying the flag at
+half-mast, had directed his course towards the little craft. Phileas
+Fogg, after paying the stipulated price of his passage to John Busby,
+and rewarding that worthy with the additional sum of five hundred and
+fifty pounds, ascended the steamer with Aouda and Fix; and they started
+at once for Nagasaki and Yokohama.
+
+They reached their destination on the morning of the 14th of November.
+Phileas Fogg lost no time in going on board the “Carnatic,” where he
+learned, to Aouda’s great delight—and perhaps to his own, though he
+betrayed no emotion—that Passepartout, a Frenchman, had really arrived
+on her the day before.
+
+The San Francisco steamer was announced to leave that very evening, and
+it became necessary to find Passepartout, if possible, without delay.
+Mr. Fogg applied in vain to the French and English consuls, and, after
+wandering through the streets a long time, began to despair of finding
+his missing servant. Chance, or perhaps a kind of presentiment, at last
+led him into the Honourable Mr. Batulcar’s theatre. He certainly would
+not have recognised Passepartout in the eccentric mountebank’s costume;
+but the latter, lying on his back, perceived his master in the gallery.
+He could not help starting, which so changed the position of his nose
+as to bring the “pyramid” pell-mell upon the stage.
+
+All this Passepartout learned from Aouda, who recounted to him what had
+taken place on the voyage from Hong Kong to Shanghai on the
+“Tankadere,” in company with one Mr. Fix.
+
+Passepartout did not change countenance on hearing this name. He
+thought that the time had not yet arrived to divulge to his master what
+had taken place between the detective and himself; and, in the account
+he gave of his absence, he simply excused himself for having been
+overtaken by drunkenness, in smoking opium at a tavern in Hong Kong.
+
+Mr. Fogg heard this narrative coldly, without a word; and then
+furnished his man with funds necessary to obtain clothing more in
+harmony with his position. Within an hour the Frenchman had cut off his
+nose and parted with his wings, and retained nothing about him which
+recalled the sectary of the god Tingou.
+
+The steamer which was about to depart from Yokohama to San Francisco
+belonged to the Pacific Mail Steamship Company, and was named the
+“General Grant.” She was a large paddle-wheel steamer of two thousand
+five hundred tons; well equipped and very fast. The massive
+walking-beam rose and fell above the deck; at one end a piston-rod
+worked up and down; and at the other was a connecting-rod which, in
+changing the rectilinear motion to a circular one, was directly
+connected with the shaft of the paddles. The “General Grant” was rigged
+with three masts, giving a large capacity for sails, and thus
+materially aiding the steam power. By making twelve miles an hour, she
+would cross the ocean in twenty-one days. Phileas Fogg was therefore
+justified in hoping that he would reach San Francisco by the 2nd of
+December, New York by the 11th, and London on the 20th—thus gaining
+several hours on the fatal date of the 21st of December.
+
+There was a full complement of passengers on board, among them English,
+many Americans, a large number of coolies on their way to California,
+and several East Indian officers, who were spending their vacation in
+making the tour of the world. Nothing of moment happened on the voyage;
+the steamer, sustained on its large paddles, rolled but little, and the
+“Pacific” almost justified its name. Mr. Fogg was as calm and taciturn
+as ever. His young companion felt herself more and more attached to him
+by other ties than gratitude; his silent but generous nature impressed
+her more than she thought; and it was almost unconsciously that she
+yielded to emotions which did not seem to have the least effect upon
+her protector. Aouda took the keenest interest in his plans, and became
+impatient at any incident which seemed likely to retard his journey.
+
+She often chatted with Passepartout, who did not fail to perceive the
+state of the lady’s heart; and, being the most faithful of domestics,
+he never exhausted his eulogies of Phileas Fogg’s honesty, generosity,
+and devotion. He took pains to calm Aouda’s doubts of a successful
+termination of the journey, telling her that the most difficult part of
+it had passed, that now they were beyond the fantastic countries of
+Japan and China, and were fairly on their way to civilised places
+again. A railway train from San Francisco to New York, and a
+transatlantic steamer from New York to Liverpool, would doubtless bring
+them to the end of this impossible journey round the world within the
+period agreed upon.
+
+On the ninth day after leaving Yokohama, Phileas Fogg had traversed
+exactly one half of the terrestrial globe. The “General Grant” passed,
+on the 23rd of November, the one hundred and eightieth meridian, and
+was at the very antipodes of London. Mr. Fogg had, it is true,
+exhausted fifty-two of the eighty days in which he was to complete the
+tour, and there were only twenty-eight left. But, though he was only
+half-way by the difference of meridians, he had really gone over
+two-thirds of the whole journey; for he had been obliged to make long
+circuits from London to Aden, from Aden to Bombay, from Calcutta to
+Singapore, and from Singapore to Yokohama. Could he have followed
+without deviation the fiftieth parallel, which is that of London, the
+whole distance would only have been about twelve thousand miles;
+whereas he would be forced, by the irregular methods of locomotion, to
+traverse twenty-six thousand, of which he had, on the 23rd of November,
+accomplished seventeen thousand five hundred. And now the course was a
+straight one, and Fix was no longer there to put obstacles in their
+way!
+
+It happened also, on the 23rd of November, that Passepartout made a
+joyful discovery. It will be remembered that the obstinate fellow had
+insisted on keeping his famous family watch at London time, and on
+regarding that of the countries he had passed through as quite false
+and unreliable. Now, on this day, though he had not changed the hands,
+he found that his watch exactly agreed with the ship’s chronometers.
+His triumph was hilarious. He would have liked to know what Fix would
+say if he were aboard!
+
+“The rogue told me a lot of stories,” repeated Passepartout, “about the
+meridians, the sun, and the moon! Moon, indeed! moonshine more likely!
+If one listened to that sort of people, a pretty sort of time one would
+keep! I was sure that the sun would some day regulate itself by my
+watch!”
+
+Passepartout was ignorant that, if the face of his watch had been
+divided into twenty-four hours, like the Italian clocks, he would have
+no reason for exultation; for the hands of his watch would then,
+instead of as now indicating nine o’clock in the morning, indicate nine
+o’clock in the evening, that is, the twenty-first hour after midnight
+precisely the difference between London time and that of the one
+hundred and eightieth meridian. But if Fix had been able to explain
+this purely physical effect, Passepartout would not have admitted, even
+if he had comprehended it. Moreover, if the detective had been on board
+at that moment, Passepartout would have joined issue with him on a
+quite different subject, and in an entirely different manner.
+
+Where was Fix at that moment?
+
+He was actually on board the “General Grant.”
+
+On reaching Yokohama, the detective, leaving Mr. Fogg, whom he expected
+to meet again during the day, had repaired at once to the English
+consulate, where he at last found the warrant of arrest. It had
+followed him from Bombay, and had come by the “Carnatic,” on which
+steamer he himself was supposed to be. Fix’s disappointment may be
+imagined when he reflected that the warrant was now useless. Mr. Fogg
+had left English ground, and it was now necessary to procure his
+extradition!
+
+“Well,” thought Fix, after a moment of anger, “my warrant is not good
+here, but it will be in England. The rogue evidently intends to return
+to his own country, thinking he has thrown the police off his track.
+Good! I will follow him across the Atlantic. As for the money, heaven
+grant there may be some left! But the fellow has already spent in
+travelling, rewards, trials, bail, elephants, and all sorts of charges,
+more than five thousand pounds. Yet, after all, the Bank is rich!”
+
+His course decided on, he went on board the “General Grant,” and was
+there when Mr. Fogg and Aouda arrived. To his utter amazement, he
+recognised Passepartout, despite his theatrical disguise. He quickly
+concealed himself in his cabin, to avoid an awkward explanation, and
+hoped—thanks to the number of passengers—to remain unperceived by Mr.
+Fogg’s servant.
+
+On that very day, however, he met Passepartout face to face on the
+forward deck. The latter, without a word, made a rush for him, grasped
+him by the throat, and, much to the amusement of a group of Americans,
+who immediately began to bet on him, administered to the detective a
+perfect volley of blows, which proved the great superiority of French
+over English pugilistic skill.
+
+When Passepartout had finished, he found himself relieved and
+comforted. Fix got up in a somewhat rumpled condition, and, looking at
+his adversary, coldly said, “Have you done?”
+
+“For this time—yes.”
+
+“Then let me have a word with you.”
+
+“But I—”
+
+“In your master’s interests.”
+
+Passepartout seemed to be vanquished by Fix’s coolness, for he quietly
+followed him, and they sat down aside from the rest of the passengers.
+
+“You have given me a thrashing,” said Fix. “Good, I expected it. Now,
+listen to me. Up to this time I have been Mr. Fogg’s adversary. I am
+now in his game.”
+
+“Aha!” cried Passepartout; “you are convinced he is an honest man?”
+
+“No,” replied Fix coldly, “I think him a rascal. Sh! don’t budge, and
+let me speak. As long as Mr. Fogg was on English ground, it was for my
+interest to detain him there until my warrant of arrest arrived. I did
+everything I could to keep him back. I sent the Bombay priests after
+him, I got you intoxicated at Hong Kong, I separated you from him, and
+I made him miss the Yokohama steamer.”
+
+Passepartout listened, with closed fists.
+
+“Now,” resumed Fix, “Mr. Fogg seems to be going back to England. Well,
+I will follow him there. But hereafter I will do as much to keep
+obstacles out of his way as I have done up to this time to put them in
+his path. I’ve changed my game, you see, and simply because it was for
+my interest to change it. Your interest is the same as mine; for it is
+only in England that you will ascertain whether you are in the service
+of a criminal or an honest man.”
+
+Passepartout listened very attentively to Fix, and was convinced that
+he spoke with entire good faith.
+
+“Are we friends?” asked the detective.
+
+“Friends?—no,” replied Passepartout; “but allies, perhaps. At the least
+sign of treason, however, I’ll twist your neck for you.”
+
+“Agreed,” said the detective quietly.
+
+Eleven days later, on the 3rd of December, the “General Grant” entered
+the bay of the Golden Gate, and reached San Francisco.
+
+Mr. Fogg had neither gained nor lost a single day.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXV.
+IN WHICH A SLIGHT GLIMPSE IS HAD OF SAN FRANCISCO
+
+
+It was seven in the morning when Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Passepartout set
+foot upon the American continent, if this name can be given to the
+floating quay upon which they disembarked. These quays, rising and
+falling with the tide, thus facilitate the loading and unloading of
+vessels. Alongside them were clippers of all sizes, steamers of all
+nationalities, and the steamboats, with several decks rising one above
+the other, which ply on the Sacramento and its tributaries. There were
+also heaped up the products of a commerce which extends to Mexico,
+Chili, Peru, Brazil, Europe, Asia, and all the Pacific islands.
+
+Passepartout, in his joy on reaching at last the American continent,
+thought he would manifest it by executing a perilous vault in fine
+style; but, tumbling upon some worm-eaten planks, he fell through them.
+Put out of countenance by the manner in which he thus “set foot” upon
+the New World, he uttered a loud cry, which so frightened the
+innumerable cormorants and pelicans that are always perched upon these
+movable quays, that they flew noisily away.
+
+Mr. Fogg, on reaching shore, proceeded to find out at what hour the
+first train left for New York, and learned that this was at six o’clock
+p.m.; he had, therefore, an entire day to spend in the Californian
+capital. Taking a carriage at a charge of three dollars, he and Aouda
+entered it, while Passepartout mounted the box beside the driver, and
+they set out for the International Hotel.
+
+From his exalted position Passepartout observed with much curiosity the
+wide streets, the low, evenly ranged houses, the Anglo-Saxon Gothic
+churches, the great docks, the palatial wooden and brick warehouses,
+the numerous conveyances, omnibuses, horse-cars, and upon the
+side-walks, not only Americans and Europeans, but Chinese and Indians.
+Passepartout was surprised at all he saw. San Francisco was no longer
+the legendary city of 1849—a city of banditti, assassins, and
+incendiaries, who had flocked hither in crowds in pursuit of plunder; a
+paradise of outlaws, where they gambled with gold-dust, a revolver in
+one hand and a bowie-knife in the other: it was now a great commercial
+emporium.
+
+The lofty tower of its City Hall overlooked the whole panorama of the
+streets and avenues, which cut each other at right-angles, and in the
+midst of which appeared pleasant, verdant squares, while beyond
+appeared the Chinese quarter, seemingly imported from the Celestial
+Empire in a toy-box. Sombreros and red shirts and plumed Indians were
+rarely to be seen; but there were silk hats and black coats everywhere
+worn by a multitude of nervously active, gentlemanly-looking men. Some
+of the streets—especially Montgomery Street, which is to San Francisco
+what Regent Street is to London, the Boulevard des Italiens to Paris,
+and Broadway to New York—were lined with splendid and spacious stores,
+which exposed in their windows the products of the entire world.
+
+When Passepartout reached the International Hotel, it did not seem to
+him as if he had left England at all.
+
+The ground floor of the hotel was occupied by a large bar, a sort of
+restaurant freely open to all passers-by, who might partake of dried
+beef, oyster soup, biscuits, and cheese, without taking out their
+purses. Payment was made only for the ale, porter, or sherry which was
+drunk. This seemed “very American” to Passepartout. The hotel
+refreshment-rooms were comfortable, and Mr. Fogg and Aouda, installing
+themselves at a table, were abundantly served on diminutive plates by
+negroes of darkest hue.
+
+After breakfast, Mr. Fogg, accompanied by Aouda, started for the
+English consulate to have his passport _visaed_. As he was going out,
+he met Passepartout, who asked him if it would not be well, before
+taking the train, to purchase some dozens of Enfield rifles and Colt’s
+revolvers. He had been listening to stories of attacks upon the trains
+by the Sioux and Pawnees. Mr. Fogg thought it a useless precaution, but
+told him to do as he thought best, and went on to the consulate.
+
+He had not proceeded two hundred steps, however, when, “by the greatest
+chance in the world,” he met Fix. The detective seemed wholly taken by
+surprise. What! Had Mr. Fogg and himself crossed the Pacific together,
+and not met on the steamer! At least Fix felt honoured to behold once
+more the gentleman to whom he owed so much, and, as his business
+recalled him to Europe, he should be delighted to continue the journey
+in such pleasant company.
+
+Mr. Fogg replied that the honour would be his; and the detective—who
+was determined not to lose sight of him—begged permission to accompany
+them in their walk about San Francisco—a request which Mr. Fogg readily
+granted.
+
+They soon found themselves in Montgomery Street, where a great crowd
+was collected; the side-walks, street, horsecar rails, the shop-doors,
+the windows of the houses, and even the roofs, were full of people. Men
+were going about carrying large posters, and flags and streamers were
+floating in the wind; while loud cries were heard on every hand.
+
+“Hurrah for Camerfield!”
+
+“Hurrah for Mandiboy!”
+
+It was a political meeting; at least so Fix conjectured, who said to
+Mr. Fogg, “Perhaps we had better not mingle with the crowd. There may
+be danger in it.”
+
+“Yes,” returned Mr. Fogg; “and blows, even if they are political, are
+still blows.”
+
+Fix smiled at this remark; and, in order to be able to see without
+being jostled about, the party took up a position on the top of a
+flight of steps situated at the upper end of Montgomery Street.
+Opposite them, on the other side of the street, between a coal wharf
+and a petroleum warehouse, a large platform had been erected in the
+open air, towards which the current of the crowd seemed to be directed.
+
+For what purpose was this meeting? What was the occasion of this
+excited assemblage? Phileas Fogg could not imagine. Was it to nominate
+some high official—a governor or member of Congress? It was not
+improbable, so agitated was the multitude before them.
+
+Just at this moment there was an unusual stir in the human mass. All
+the hands were raised in the air. Some, tightly closed, seemed to
+disappear suddenly in the midst of the cries—an energetic way, no
+doubt, of casting a vote. The crowd swayed back, the banners and flags
+wavered, disappeared an instant, then reappeared in tatters. The
+undulations of the human surge reached the steps, while all the heads
+floundered on the surface like a sea agitated by a squall. Many of the
+black hats disappeared, and the greater part of the crowd seemed to
+have diminished in height.
+
+“It is evidently a meeting,” said Fix, “and its object must be an
+exciting one. I should not wonder if it were about the ‘Alabama,’
+despite the fact that that question is settled.”
+
+“Perhaps,” replied Mr. Fogg, simply.
+
+“At least, there are two champions in presence of each other, the
+Honourable Mr. Camerfield and the Honourable Mr. Mandiboy.”
+
+Aouda, leaning upon Mr. Fogg’s arm, observed the tumultuous scene with
+surprise, while Fix asked a man near him what the cause of it all was.
+Before the man could reply, a fresh agitation arose; hurrahs and
+excited shouts were heard; the staffs of the banners began to be used
+as offensive weapons; and fists flew about in every direction. Thumps
+were exchanged from the tops of the carriages and omnibuses which had
+been blocked up in the crowd. Boots and shoes went whirling through the
+air, and Mr. Fogg thought he even heard the crack of revolvers mingling
+in the din, the rout approached the stairway, and flowed over the lower
+step. One of the parties had evidently been repulsed; but the mere
+lookers-on could not tell whether Mandiboy or Camerfield had gained the
+upper hand.
+
+“It would be prudent for us to retire,” said Fix, who was anxious that
+Mr. Fogg should not receive any injury, at least until they got back to
+London. “If there is any question about England in all this, and we
+were recognised, I fear it would go hard with us.”
+
+“An English subject—” began Mr. Fogg.
+
+He did not finish his sentence; for a terrific hubbub now arose on the
+terrace behind the flight of steps where they stood, and there were
+frantic shouts of, “Hurrah for Mandiboy! Hip, hip, hurrah!”
+
+It was a band of voters coming to the rescue of their allies, and
+taking the Camerfield forces in flank. Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Fix found
+themselves between two fires; it was too late to escape. The torrent of
+men, armed with loaded canes and sticks, was irresistible. Phileas Fogg
+and Fix were roughly hustled in their attempts to protect their fair
+companion; the former, as cool as ever, tried to defend himself with
+the weapons which nature has placed at the end of every Englishman’s
+arm, but in vain. A big brawny fellow with a red beard, flushed face,
+and broad shoulders, who seemed to be the chief of the band, raised his
+clenched fist to strike Mr. Fogg, whom he would have given a crushing
+blow, had not Fix rushed in and received it in his stead. An enormous
+bruise immediately made its appearance under the detective’s silk hat,
+which was completely smashed in.
+
+“Yankee!” exclaimed Mr. Fogg, darting a contemptuous look at the
+ruffian.
+
+“Englishman!” returned the other. “We will meet again!”
+
+“When you please.”
+
+“What is your name?”
+
+“Phileas Fogg. And yours?”
+
+“Colonel Stamp Proctor.”
+
+The human tide now swept by, after overturning Fix, who speedily got
+upon his feet again, though with tattered clothes. Happily, he was not
+seriously hurt. His travelling overcoat was divided into two unequal
+parts, and his trousers resembled those of certain Indians, which fit
+less compactly than they are easy to put on. Aouda had escaped
+unharmed, and Fix alone bore marks of the fray in his black and blue
+bruise.
+
+“Thanks,” said Mr. Fogg to the detective, as soon as they were out of
+the crowd.
+
+“No thanks are necessary,” replied Fix; “but let us go.”
+
+“Where?”
+
+“To a tailor’s.”
+
+Such a visit was, indeed, opportune. The clothing of both Mr. Fogg and
+Fix was in rags, as if they had themselves been actively engaged in the
+contest between Camerfield and Mandiboy. An hour after, they were once
+more suitably attired, and with Aouda returned to the International
+Hotel.
+
+Passepartout was waiting for his master, armed with half a dozen
+six-barrelled revolvers. When he perceived Fix, he knit his brows; but
+Aouda having, in a few words, told him of their adventure, his
+countenance resumed its placid expression. Fix evidently was no longer
+an enemy, but an ally; he was faithfully keeping his word.
+
+Dinner over, the coach which was to convey the passengers and their
+luggage to the station drew up to the door. As he was getting in, Mr.
+Fogg said to Fix, “You have not seen this Colonel Proctor again?”
+
+“No.”
+
+“I will come back to America to find him,” said Phileas Fogg calmly.
+“It would not be right for an Englishman to permit himself to be
+treated in that way, without retaliating.”
+
+The detective smiled, but did not reply. It was clear that Mr. Fogg was
+one of those Englishmen who, while they do not tolerate duelling at
+home, fight abroad when their honour is attacked.
+
+At a quarter before six the travellers reached the station, and found
+the train ready to depart. As he was about to enter it, Mr. Fogg called
+a porter, and said to him: “My friend, was there not some trouble
+to-day in San Francisco?”
+
+“It was a political meeting, sir,” replied the porter.
+
+“But I thought there was a great deal of disturbance in the streets.”
+
+“It was only a meeting assembled for an election.”
+
+“The election of a general-in-chief, no doubt?” asked Mr. Fogg.
+
+“No, sir; of a justice of the peace.”
+
+Phileas Fogg got into the train, which started off at full speed.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVI.
+IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AND PARTY TRAVEL BY THE PACIFIC RAILROAD
+
+
+“From ocean to ocean”—so say the Americans; and these four words
+compose the general designation of the “great trunk line” which crosses
+the entire width of the United States. The Pacific Railroad is,
+however, really divided into two distinct lines: the Central Pacific,
+between San Francisco and Ogden, and the Union Pacific, between Ogden
+and Omaha. Five main lines connect Omaha with New York.
+
+New York and San Francisco are thus united by an uninterrupted metal
+ribbon, which measures no less than three thousand seven hundred and
+eighty-six miles. Between Omaha and the Pacific the railway crosses a
+territory which is still infested by Indians and wild beasts, and a
+large tract which the Mormons, after they were driven from Illinois in
+1845, began to colonise.
+
+The journey from New York to San Francisco consumed, formerly, under
+the most favourable conditions, at least six months. It is now
+accomplished in seven days.
+
+It was in 1862 that, in spite of the Southern Members of Congress, who
+wished a more southerly route, it was decided to lay the road between
+the forty-first and forty-second parallels. President Lincoln himself
+fixed the end of the line at Omaha, in Nebraska. The work was at once
+commenced, and pursued with true American energy; nor did the rapidity
+with which it went on injuriously affect its good execution. The road
+grew, on the prairies, a mile and a half a day. A locomotive, running
+on the rails laid down the evening before, brought the rails to be laid
+on the morrow, and advanced upon them as fast as they were put in
+position.
+
+The Pacific Railroad is joined by several branches in Iowa, Kansas,
+Colorado, and Oregon. On leaving Omaha, it passes along the left bank
+of the Platte River as far as the junction of its northern branch,
+follows its southern branch, crosses the Laramie territory and the
+Wahsatch Mountains, turns the Great Salt Lake, and reaches Salt Lake
+City, the Mormon capital, plunges into the Tuilla Valley, across the
+American Desert, Cedar and Humboldt Mountains, the Sierra Nevada, and
+descends, _viâ_ Sacramento, to the Pacific—its grade, even on the Rocky
+Mountains, never exceeding one hundred and twelve feet to the mile.
+
+Such was the road to be traversed in seven days, which would enable
+Phileas Fogg—at least, so he hoped—to take the Atlantic steamer at New
+York on the 11th for Liverpool.
+
+The car which he occupied was a sort of long omnibus on eight wheels,
+and with no compartments in the interior. It was supplied with two rows
+of seats, perpendicular to the direction of the train on either side of
+an aisle which conducted to the front and rear platforms. These
+platforms were found throughout the train, and the passengers were able
+to pass from one end of the train to the other. It was supplied with
+saloon cars, balcony cars, restaurants, and smoking-cars; theatre cars
+alone were wanting, and they will have these some day.
+
+Book and news dealers, sellers of edibles, drinkables, and cigars, who
+seemed to have plenty of customers, were continually circulating in the
+aisles.
+
+The train left Oakland station at six o’clock. It was already night,
+cold and cheerless, the heavens being overcast with clouds which seemed
+to threaten snow. The train did not proceed rapidly; counting the
+stoppages, it did not run more than twenty miles an hour, which was a
+sufficient speed, however, to enable it to reach Omaha within its
+designated time.
+
+There was but little conversation in the car, and soon many of the
+passengers were overcome with sleep. Passepartout found himself beside
+the detective; but he did not talk to him. After recent events, their
+relations with each other had grown somewhat cold; there could no
+longer be mutual sympathy or intimacy between them. Fix’s manner had
+not changed; but Passepartout was very reserved, and ready to strangle
+his former friend on the slightest provocation.
+
+Snow began to fall an hour after they started, a fine snow, however,
+which happily could not obstruct the train; nothing could be seen from
+the windows but a vast, white sheet, against which the smoke of the
+locomotive had a greyish aspect.
+
+At eight o’clock a steward entered the car and announced that the time
+for going to bed had arrived; and in a few minutes the car was
+transformed into a dormitory. The backs of the seats were thrown back,
+bedsteads carefully packed were rolled out by an ingenious system,
+berths were suddenly improvised, and each traveller had soon at his
+disposition a comfortable bed, protected from curious eyes by thick
+curtains. The sheets were clean and the pillows soft. It only remained
+to go to bed and sleep which everybody did—while the train sped on
+across the State of California.
+
+The country between San Francisco and Sacramento is not very hilly. The
+Central Pacific, taking Sacramento for its starting-point, extends
+eastward to meet the road from Omaha. The line from San Francisco to
+Sacramento runs in a north-easterly direction, along the American
+River, which empties into San Pablo Bay. The one hundred and twenty
+miles between these cities were accomplished in six hours, and towards
+midnight, while fast asleep, the travellers passed through Sacramento;
+so that they saw nothing of that important place, the seat of the State
+government, with its fine quays, its broad streets, its noble hotels,
+squares, and churches.
+
+The train, on leaving Sacramento, and passing the junction, Roclin,
+Auburn, and Colfax, entered the range of the Sierra Nevada. ’Cisco was
+reached at seven in the morning; and an hour later the dormitory was
+transformed into an ordinary car, and the travellers could observe the
+picturesque beauties of the mountain region through which they were
+steaming. The railway track wound in and out among the passes, now
+approaching the mountain-sides, now suspended over precipices, avoiding
+abrupt angles by bold curves, plunging into narrow defiles, which
+seemed to have no outlet. The locomotive, its great funnel emitting a
+weird light, with its sharp bell, and its cow-catcher extended like a
+spur, mingled its shrieks and bellowings with the noise of torrents and
+cascades, and twined its smoke among the branches of the gigantic
+pines.
+
+There were few or no bridges or tunnels on the route. The railway
+turned around the sides of the mountains, and did not attempt to
+violate nature by taking the shortest cut from one point to another.
+
+The train entered the State of Nevada through the Carson Valley about
+nine o’clock, going always northeasterly; and at midday reached Reno,
+where there was a delay of twenty minutes for breakfast.
+
+From this point the road, running along Humboldt River, passed
+northward for several miles by its banks; then it turned eastward, and
+kept by the river until it reached the Humboldt Range, nearly at the
+extreme eastern limit of Nevada.
+
+Having breakfasted, Mr. Fogg and his companions resumed their places in
+the car, and observed the varied landscape which unfolded itself as
+they passed along the vast prairies, the mountains lining the horizon,
+and the creeks, with their frothy, foaming streams. Sometimes a great
+herd of buffaloes, massing together in the distance, seemed like a
+moveable dam. These innumerable multitudes of ruminating beasts often
+form an insurmountable obstacle to the passage of the trains; thousands
+of them have been seen passing over the track for hours together, in
+compact ranks. The locomotive is then forced to stop and wait till the
+road is once more clear.
+
+This happened, indeed, to the train in which Mr. Fogg was travelling.
+About twelve o’clock a troop of ten or twelve thousand head of buffalo
+encumbered the track. The locomotive, slackening its speed, tried to
+clear the way with its cow-catcher; but the mass of animals was too
+great. The buffaloes marched along with a tranquil gait, uttering now
+and then deafening bellowings. There was no use of interrupting them,
+for, having taken a particular direction, nothing can moderate and
+change their course; it is a torrent of living flesh which no dam could
+contain.
+
+The travellers gazed on this curious spectacle from the platforms; but
+Phileas Fogg, who had the most reason of all to be in a hurry, remained
+in his seat, and waited philosophically until it should please the
+buffaloes to get out of the way.
+
+Passepartout was furious at the delay they occasioned, and longed to
+discharge his arsenal of revolvers upon them.
+
+“What a country!” cried he. “Mere cattle stop the trains, and go by in
+a procession, just as if they were not impeding travel! Parbleu! I
+should like to know if Mr. Fogg foresaw _this_ mishap in his programme!
+And here’s an engineer who doesn’t dare to run the locomotive into this
+herd of beasts!”
+
+The engineer did not try to overcome the obstacle, and he was wise. He
+would have crushed the first buffaloes, no doubt, with the cow-catcher;
+but the locomotive, however powerful, would soon have been checked, the
+train would inevitably have been thrown off the track, and would then
+have been helpless.
+
+The best course was to wait patiently, and regain the lost time by
+greater speed when the obstacle was removed. The procession of
+buffaloes lasted three full hours, and it was night before the track
+was clear. The last ranks of the herd were now passing over the rails,
+while the first had already disappeared below the southern horizon.
+
+It was eight o’clock when the train passed through the defiles of the
+Humboldt Range, and half-past nine when it penetrated Utah, the region
+of the Great Salt Lake, the singular colony of the Mormons.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVII.
+IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT UNDERGOES, AT A SPEED OF TWENTY MILES AN HOUR, A
+COURSE OF MORMON HISTORY
+
+
+During the night of the 5th of December, the train ran south-easterly
+for about fifty miles; then rose an equal distance in a north-easterly
+direction, towards the Great Salt Lake.
+
+Passepartout, about nine o’clock, went out upon the platform to take
+the air. The weather was cold, the heavens grey, but it was not
+snowing. The sun’s disc, enlarged by the mist, seemed an enormous ring
+of gold, and Passepartout was amusing himself by calculating its value
+in pounds sterling, when he was diverted from this interesting study by
+a strange-looking personage who made his appearance on the platform.
+
+This personage, who had taken the train at Elko, was tall and dark,
+with black moustache, black stockings, a black silk hat, a black
+waistcoat, black trousers, a white cravat, and dogskin gloves. He might
+have been taken for a clergyman. He went from one end of the train to
+the other, and affixed to the door of each car a notice written in
+manuscript.
+
+Passepartout approached and read one of these notices, which stated
+that Elder William Hitch, Mormon missionary, taking advantage of his
+presence on train No. 48, would deliver a lecture on Mormonism in car
+No. 117, from eleven to twelve o’clock; and that he invited all who
+were desirous of being instructed concerning the mysteries of the
+religion of the “Latter Day Saints” to attend.
+
+“I’ll go,” said Passepartout to himself. He knew nothing of Mormonism
+except the custom of polygamy, which is its foundation.
+
+The news quickly spread through the train, which contained about one
+hundred passengers, thirty of whom, at most, attracted by the notice,
+ensconced themselves in car No. 117. Passepartout took one of the front
+seats. Neither Mr. Fogg nor Fix cared to attend.
+
+At the appointed hour Elder William Hitch rose, and, in an irritated
+voice, as if he had already been contradicted, said, “I tell you that
+Joe Smith is a martyr, that his brother Hiram is a martyr, and that the
+persecutions of the United States Government against the prophets will
+also make a martyr of Brigham Young. Who dares to say the contrary?”
+
+No one ventured to gainsay the missionary, whose excited tone
+contrasted curiously with his naturally calm visage. No doubt his anger
+arose from the hardships to which the Mormons were actually subjected.
+The government had just succeeded, with some difficulty, in reducing
+these independent fanatics to its rule. It had made itself master of
+Utah, and subjected that territory to the laws of the Union, after
+imprisoning Brigham Young on a charge of rebellion and polygamy. The
+disciples of the prophet had since redoubled their efforts, and
+resisted, by words at least, the authority of Congress. Elder Hitch, as
+is seen, was trying to make proselytes on the very railway trains.
+
+Then, emphasising his words with his loud voice and frequent gestures,
+he related the history of the Mormons from Biblical times: how that, in
+Israel, a Mormon prophet of the tribe of Joseph published the annals of
+the new religion, and bequeathed them to his son Mormon; how, many
+centuries later, a translation of this precious book, which was written
+in Egyptian, was made by Joseph Smith, junior, a Vermont farmer, who
+revealed himself as a mystical prophet in 1825; and how, in short, the
+celestial messenger appeared to him in an illuminated forest, and gave
+him the annals of the Lord.
+
+Several of the audience, not being much interested in the missionary’s
+narrative, here left the car; but Elder Hitch, continuing his lecture,
+related how Smith, junior, with his father, two brothers, and a few
+disciples, founded the church of the “Latter Day Saints,” which,
+adopted not only in America, but in England, Norway and Sweden, and
+Germany, counts many artisans, as well as men engaged in the liberal
+professions, among its members; how a colony was established in Ohio, a
+temple erected there at a cost of two hundred thousand dollars, and a
+town built at Kirkland; how Smith became an enterprising banker, and
+received from a simple mummy showman a papyrus scroll written by
+Abraham and several famous Egyptians.
+
+The Elder’s story became somewhat wearisome, and his audience grew
+gradually less, until it was reduced to twenty passengers. But this did
+not disconcert the enthusiast, who proceeded with the story of Joseph
+Smith’s bankruptcy in 1837, and how his ruined creditors gave him a
+coat of tar and feathers; his reappearance some years afterwards, more
+honourable and honoured than ever, at Independence, Missouri, the chief
+of a flourishing colony of three thousand disciples, and his pursuit
+thence by outraged Gentiles, and retirement into the Far West.
+
+Ten hearers only were now left, among them honest Passepartout, who was
+listening with all his ears. Thus he learned that, after long
+persecutions, Smith reappeared in Illinois, and in 1839 founded a
+community at Nauvoo, on the Mississippi, numbering twenty-five thousand
+souls, of which he became mayor, chief justice, and general-in-chief;
+that he announced himself, in 1843, as a candidate for the Presidency
+of the United States; and that finally, being drawn into ambuscade at
+Carthage, he was thrown into prison, and assassinated by a band of men
+disguised in masks.
+
+Passepartout was now the only person left in the car, and the Elder,
+looking him full in the face, reminded him that, two years after the
+assassination of Joseph Smith, the inspired prophet, Brigham Young, his
+successor, left Nauvoo for the banks of the Great Salt Lake, where, in
+the midst of that fertile region, directly on the route of the
+emigrants who crossed Utah on their way to California, the new colony,
+thanks to the polygamy practised by the Mormons, had flourished beyond
+expectations.
+
+“And this,” added Elder William Hitch, “this is why the jealousy of
+Congress has been aroused against us! Why have the soldiers of the
+Union invaded the soil of Utah? Why has Brigham Young, our chief, been
+imprisoned, in contempt of all justice? Shall we yield to force? Never!
+Driven from Vermont, driven from Illinois, driven from Ohio, driven
+from Missouri, driven from Utah, we shall yet find some independent
+territory on which to plant our tents. And you, my brother,” continued
+the Elder, fixing his angry eyes upon his single auditor, “will you not
+plant yours there, too, under the shadow of our flag?”
+
+“No!” replied Passepartout courageously, in his turn retiring from the
+car, and leaving the Elder to preach to vacancy.
+
+During the lecture the train had been making good progress, and towards
+half-past twelve it reached the northwest border of the Great Salt
+Lake. Thence the passengers could observe the vast extent of this
+interior sea, which is also called the Dead Sea, and into which flows
+an American Jordan. It is a picturesque expanse, framed in lofty crags
+in large strata, encrusted with white salt—a superb sheet of water,
+which was formerly of larger extent than now, its shores having
+encroached with the lapse of time, and thus at once reduced its breadth
+and increased its depth.
+
+The Salt Lake, seventy miles long and thirty-five wide, is situated
+three miles eight hundred feet above the sea. Quite different from Lake
+Asphaltite, whose depression is twelve hundred feet below the sea, it
+contains considerable salt, and one quarter of the weight of its water
+is solid matter, its specific weight being 1,170, and, after being
+distilled, 1,000. Fishes are, of course, unable to live in it, and
+those which descend through the Jordan, the Weber, and other streams
+soon perish.
+
+The country around the lake was well cultivated, for the Mormons are
+mostly farmers; while ranches and pens for domesticated animals, fields
+of wheat, corn, and other cereals, luxuriant prairies, hedges of wild
+rose, clumps of acacias and milk-wort, would have been seen six months
+later. Now the ground was covered with a thin powdering of snow.
+
+The train reached Ogden at two o’clock, where it rested for six hours,
+Mr. Fogg and his party had time to pay a visit to Salt Lake City,
+connected with Ogden by a branch road; and they spent two hours in this
+strikingly American town, built on the pattern of other cities of the
+Union, like a checker-board, “with the sombre sadness of right-angles,”
+as Victor Hugo expresses it. The founder of the City of the Saints
+could not escape from the taste for symmetry which distinguishes the
+Anglo-Saxons. In this strange country, where the people are certainly
+not up to the level of their institutions, everything is done
+“squarely”—cities, houses, and follies.
+
+The travellers, then, were promenading, at three o’clock, about the
+streets of the town built between the banks of the Jordan and the spurs
+of the Wahsatch Range. They saw few or no churches, but the prophet’s
+mansion, the court-house, and the arsenal, blue-brick houses with
+verandas and porches, surrounded by gardens bordered with acacias,
+palms, and locusts. A clay and pebble wall, built in 1853, surrounded
+the town; and in the principal street were the market and several
+hotels adorned with pavilions. The place did not seem thickly
+populated. The streets were almost deserted, except in the vicinity of
+the temple, which they only reached after having traversed several
+quarters surrounded by palisades. There were many women, which was
+easily accounted for by the “peculiar institution” of the Mormons; but
+it must not be supposed that all the Mormons are polygamists. They are
+free to marry or not, as they please; but it is worth noting that it is
+mainly the female citizens of Utah who are anxious to marry, as,
+according to the Mormon religion, maiden ladies are not admitted to the
+possession of its highest joys. These poor creatures seemed to be
+neither well off nor happy. Some—the more well-to-do, no doubt—wore
+short, open, black silk dresses, under a hood or modest shawl; others
+were habited in Indian fashion.
+
+Passepartout could not behold without a certain fright these women,
+charged, in groups, with conferring happiness on a single Mormon. His
+common sense pitied, above all, the husband. It seemed to him a
+terrible thing to have to guide so many wives at once across the
+vicissitudes of life, and to conduct them, as it were, in a body to the
+Mormon paradise with the prospect of seeing them in the company of the
+glorious Smith, who doubtless was the chief ornament of that delightful
+place, to all eternity. He felt decidedly repelled from such a
+vocation, and he imagined—perhaps he was mistaken—that the fair ones of
+Salt Lake City cast rather alarming glances on his person. Happily, his
+stay there was but brief. At four the party found themselves again at
+the station, took their places in the train, and the whistle sounded
+for starting. Just at the moment, however, that the locomotive wheels
+began to move, cries of “Stop! stop!” were heard.
+
+Trains, like time and tide, stop for no one. The gentleman who uttered
+the cries was evidently a belated Mormon. He was breathless with
+running. Happily for him, the station had neither gates nor barriers.
+He rushed along the track, jumped on the rear platform of the train,
+and fell, exhausted, into one of the seats.
+
+Passepartout, who had been anxiously watching this amateur gymnast,
+approached him with lively interest, and learned that he had taken
+flight after an unpleasant domestic scene.
+
+When the Mormon had recovered his breath, Passepartout ventured to ask
+him politely how many wives he had; for, from the manner in which he
+had decamped, it might be thought that he had twenty at least.
+
+“One, sir,” replied the Mormon, raising his arms heavenward —“one, and
+that was enough!”
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVIII.
+IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT DOES NOT SUCCEED IN MAKING ANYBODY LISTEN TO
+REASON
+
+
+The train, on leaving Great Salt Lake at Ogden, passed northward for an
+hour as far as Weber River, having completed nearly nine hundred miles
+from San Francisco. From this point it took an easterly direction
+towards the jagged Wahsatch Mountains. It was in the section included
+between this range and the Rocky Mountains that the American engineers
+found the most formidable difficulties in laying the road, and that the
+government granted a subsidy of forty-eight thousand dollars per mile,
+instead of sixteen thousand allowed for the work done on the plains.
+But the engineers, instead of violating nature, avoided its
+difficulties by winding around, instead of penetrating the rocks. One
+tunnel only, fourteen thousand feet in length, was pierced in order to
+arrive at the great basin.
+
+The track up to this time had reached its highest elevation at the
+Great Salt Lake. From this point it described a long curve, descending
+towards Bitter Creek Valley, to rise again to the dividing ridge of the
+waters between the Atlantic and the Pacific. There were many creeks in
+this mountainous region, and it was necessary to cross Muddy Creek,
+Green Creek, and others, upon culverts.
+
+Passepartout grew more and more impatient as they went on, while Fix
+longed to get out of this difficult region, and was more anxious than
+Phileas Fogg himself to be beyond the danger of delays and accidents,
+and set foot on English soil.
+
+At ten o’clock at night the train stopped at Fort Bridger station, and
+twenty minutes later entered Wyoming Territory, following the valley of
+Bitter Creek throughout. The next day, 7th December, they stopped for a
+quarter of an hour at Green River station. Snow had fallen abundantly
+during the night, but, being mixed with rain, it had half melted, and
+did not interrupt their progress. The bad weather, however, annoyed
+Passepartout; for the accumulation of snow, by blocking the wheels of
+the cars, would certainly have been fatal to Mr. Fogg’s tour.
+
+“What an idea!” he said to himself. “Why did my master make this
+journey in winter? Couldn’t he have waited for the good season to
+increase his chances?”
+
+While the worthy Frenchman was absorbed in the state of the sky and the
+depression of the temperature, Aouda was experiencing fears from a
+totally different cause.
+
+Several passengers had got off at Green River, and were walking up and
+down the platforms; and among these Aouda recognised Colonel Stamp
+Proctor, the same who had so grossly insulted Phileas Fogg at the San
+Francisco meeting. Not wishing to be recognised, the young woman drew
+back from the window, feeling much alarm at her discovery. She was
+attached to the man who, however coldly, gave her daily evidences of
+the most absolute devotion. She did not comprehend, perhaps, the depth
+of the sentiment with which her protector inspired her, which she
+called gratitude, but which, though she was unconscious of it, was
+really more than that. Her heart sank within her when she recognised
+the man whom Mr. Fogg desired, sooner or later, to call to account for
+his conduct. Chance alone, it was clear, had brought Colonel Proctor on
+this train; but there he was, and it was necessary, at all hazards,
+that Phileas Fogg should not perceive his adversary.
+
+Aouda seized a moment when Mr. Fogg was asleep to tell Fix and
+Passepartout whom she had seen.
+
+“That Proctor on this train!” cried Fix. “Well, reassure yourself,
+madam; before he settles with Mr. Fogg; he has got to deal with me! It
+seems to me that I was the more insulted of the two.”
+
+“And, besides,” added Passepartout, “I’ll take charge of him, colonel
+as he is.”
+
+“Mr. Fix,” resumed Aouda, “Mr. Fogg will allow no one to avenge him. He
+said that he would come back to America to find this man. Should he
+perceive Colonel Proctor, we could not prevent a collision which might
+have terrible results. He must not see him.”
+
+“You are right, madam,” replied Fix; “a meeting between them might ruin
+all. Whether he were victorious or beaten, Mr. Fogg would be delayed,
+and—”
+
+“And,” added Passepartout, “that would play the game of the gentlemen
+of the Reform Club. In four days we shall be in New York. Well, if my
+master does not leave this car during those four days, we may hope that
+chance will not bring him face to face with this confounded American.
+We must, if possible, prevent his stirring out of it.”
+
+The conversation dropped. Mr. Fogg had just woke up, and was looking
+out of the window. Soon after Passepartout, without being heard by his
+master or Aouda, whispered to the detective, “Would you really fight
+for him?”
+
+“I would do anything,” replied Fix, in a tone which betrayed determined
+will, “to get him back living to Europe!”
+
+Passepartout felt something like a shudder shoot through his frame, but
+his confidence in his master remained unbroken.
+
+Was there any means of detaining Mr. Fogg in the car, to avoid a
+meeting between him and the colonel? It ought not to be a difficult
+task, since that gentleman was naturally sedentary and little curious.
+The detective, at least, seemed to have found a way; for, after a few
+moments, he said to Mr. Fogg, “These are long and slow hours, sir, that
+we are passing on the railway.”
+
+“Yes,” replied Mr. Fogg; “but they pass.”
+
+“You were in the habit of playing whist,” resumed Fix, “on the
+steamers.”
+
+“Yes; but it would be difficult to do so here. I have neither cards nor
+partners.”
+
+“Oh, but we can easily buy some cards, for they are sold on all the
+American trains. And as for partners, if madam plays—”
+
+“Certainly, sir,” Aouda quickly replied; “I understand whist. It is
+part of an English education.”
+
+“I myself have some pretensions to playing a good game. Well, here are
+three of us, and a dummy—”
+
+“As you please, sir,” replied Phileas Fogg, heartily glad to resume his
+favourite pastime even on the railway.
+
+Passepartout was dispatched in search of the steward, and soon returned
+with two packs of cards, some pins, counters, and a shelf covered with
+cloth.
+
+The game commenced. Aouda understood whist sufficiently well, and even
+received some compliments on her playing from Mr. Fogg. As for the
+detective, he was simply an adept, and worthy of being matched against
+his present opponent.
+
+“Now,” thought Passepartout, “we’ve got him. He won’t budge.”
+
+At eleven in the morning the train had reached the dividing ridge of
+the waters at Bridger Pass, seven thousand five hundred and twenty-four
+feet above the level of the sea, one of the highest points attained by
+the track in crossing the Rocky Mountains. After going about two
+hundred miles, the travellers at last found themselves on one of those
+vast plains which extend to the Atlantic, and which nature has made so
+propitious for laying the iron road.
+
+On the declivity of the Atlantic basin the first streams, branches of
+the North Platte River, already appeared. The whole northern and
+eastern horizon was bounded by the immense semi-circular curtain which
+is formed by the southern portion of the Rocky Mountains, the highest
+being Laramie Peak. Between this and the railway extended vast plains,
+plentifully irrigated. On the right rose the lower spurs of the
+mountainous mass which extends southward to the sources of the Arkansas
+River, one of the great tributaries of the Missouri.
+
+At half-past twelve the travellers caught sight for an instant of Fort
+Halleck, which commands that section; and in a few more hours the Rocky
+Mountains were crossed. There was reason to hope, then, that no
+accident would mark the journey through this difficult country. The
+snow had ceased falling, and the air became crisp and cold. Large
+birds, frightened by the locomotive, rose and flew off in the distance.
+No wild beast appeared on the plain. It was a desert in its vast
+nakedness.
+
+After a comfortable breakfast, served in the car, Mr. Fogg and his
+partners had just resumed whist, when a violent whistling was heard,
+and the train stopped. Passepartout put his head out of the door, but
+saw nothing to cause the delay; no station was in view.
+
+Aouda and Fix feared that Mr. Fogg might take it into his head to get
+out; but that gentleman contented himself with saying to his servant,
+“See what is the matter.”
+
+Passepartout rushed out of the car. Thirty or forty passengers had
+already descended, amongst them Colonel Stamp Proctor.
+
+The train had stopped before a red signal which blocked the way. The
+engineer and conductor were talking excitedly with a signal-man, whom
+the station-master at Medicine Bow, the next stopping place, had sent
+on before. The passengers drew around and took part in the discussion,
+in which Colonel Proctor, with his insolent manner, was conspicuous.
+
+Passepartout, joining the group, heard the signal-man say, “No! you
+can’t pass. The bridge at Medicine Bow is shaky, and would not bear the
+weight of the train.”
+
+This was a suspension-bridge thrown over some rapids, about a mile from
+the place where they now were. According to the signal-man, it was in a
+ruinous condition, several of the iron wires being broken; and it was
+impossible to risk the passage. He did not in any way exaggerate the
+condition of the bridge. It may be taken for granted that, rash as the
+Americans usually are, when they are prudent there is good reason for
+it.
+
+Passepartout, not daring to apprise his master of what he heard,
+listened with set teeth, immovable as a statue.
+
+“Hum!” cried Colonel Proctor; “but we are not going to stay here, I
+imagine, and take root in the snow?”
+
+“Colonel,” replied the conductor, “we have telegraphed to Omaha for a
+train, but it is not likely that it will reach Medicine Bow in less
+than six hours.”
+
+“Six hours!” cried Passepartout.
+
+“Certainly,” returned the conductor, “besides, it will take us as long
+as that to reach Medicine Bow on foot.”
+
+“But it is only a mile from here,” said one of the passengers.
+
+“Yes, but it’s on the other side of the river.”
+
+“And can’t we cross that in a boat?” asked the colonel.
+
+“That’s impossible. The creek is swelled by the rains. It is a rapid,
+and we shall have to make a circuit of ten miles to the north to find a
+ford.”
+
+The colonel launched a volley of oaths, denouncing the railway company
+and the conductor; and Passepartout, who was furious, was not
+disinclined to make common cause with him. Here was an obstacle,
+indeed, which all his master’s banknotes could not remove.
+
+There was a general disappointment among the passengers, who, without
+reckoning the delay, saw themselves compelled to trudge fifteen miles
+over a plain covered with snow. They grumbled and protested, and would
+certainly have thus attracted Phileas Fogg’s attention if he had not
+been completely absorbed in his game.
+
+Passepartout found that he could not avoid telling his master what had
+occurred, and, with hanging head, he was turning towards the car, when
+the engineer, a true Yankee, named Forster called out, “Gentlemen,
+perhaps there is a way, after all, to get over.”
+
+“On the bridge?” asked a passenger.
+
+“On the bridge.”
+
+“With our train?”
+
+“With our train.”
+
+Passepartout stopped short, and eagerly listened to the engineer.
+
+“But the bridge is unsafe,” urged the conductor.
+
+“No matter,” replied Forster; “I think that by putting on the very
+highest speed we might have a chance of getting over.”
+
+“The devil!” muttered Passepartout.
+
+But a number of the passengers were at once attracted by the engineer’s
+proposal, and Colonel Proctor was especially delighted, and found the
+plan a very feasible one. He told stories about engineers leaping their
+trains over rivers without bridges, by putting on full steam; and many
+of those present avowed themselves of the engineer’s mind.
+
+“We have fifty chances out of a hundred of getting over,” said one.
+
+“Eighty! ninety!”
+
+Passepartout was astounded, and, though ready to attempt anything to
+get over Medicine Creek, thought the experiment proposed a little too
+American. “Besides,” thought he, “there’s a still more simple way, and
+it does not even occur to any of these people! Sir,” said he aloud to
+one of the passengers, “the engineer’s plan seems to me a little
+dangerous, but—”
+
+“Eighty chances!” replied the passenger, turning his back on him.
+
+“I know it,” said Passepartout, turning to another passenger, “but a
+simple idea—”
+
+“Ideas are no use,” returned the American, shrugging his shoulders, “as
+the engineer assures us that we can pass.”
+
+“Doubtless,” urged Passepartout, “we can pass, but perhaps it would be
+more prudent—”
+
+“What! Prudent!” cried Colonel Proctor, whom this word seemed to excite
+prodigiously. “At full speed, don’t you see, at full speed!”
+
+“I know—I see,” repeated Passepartout; “but it would be, if not more
+prudent, since that word displeases you, at least more natural—”
+
+“Who! What! What’s the matter with this fellow?” cried several.
+
+The poor fellow did not know to whom to address himself.
+
+“Are you afraid?” asked Colonel Proctor.
+
+“I afraid? Very well; I will show these people that a Frenchman can be
+as American as they!”
+
+“All aboard!” cried the conductor.
+
+“Yes, all aboard!” repeated Passepartout, and immediately. “But they
+can’t prevent me from thinking that it would be more natural for us to
+cross the bridge on foot, and let the train come after!”
+
+But no one heard this sage reflection, nor would anyone have
+acknowledged its justice. The passengers resumed their places in the
+cars. Passepartout took his seat without telling what had passed. The
+whist-players were quite absorbed in their game.
+
+The locomotive whistled vigorously; the engineer, reversing the steam,
+backed the train for nearly a mile—retiring, like a jumper, in order to
+take a longer leap. Then, with another whistle, he began to move
+forward; the train increased its speed, and soon its rapidity became
+frightful; a prolonged screech issued from the locomotive; the piston
+worked up and down twenty strokes to the second. They perceived that
+the whole train, rushing on at the rate of a hundred miles an hour,
+hardly bore upon the rails at all.
+
+And they passed over! It was like a flash. No one saw the bridge. The
+train leaped, so to speak, from one bank to the other, and the engineer
+could not stop it until it had gone five miles beyond the station. But
+scarcely had the train passed the river, when the bridge, completely
+ruined, fell with a crash into the rapids of Medicine Bow.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIX.
+IN WHICH CERTAIN INCIDENTS ARE NARRATED WHICH ARE ONLY TO BE MET WITH
+ON AMERICAN RAILROADS
+
+
+The train pursued its course, that evening, without interruption,
+passing Fort Saunders, crossing Cheyne Pass, and reaching Evans Pass.
+The road here attained the highest elevation of the journey, eight
+thousand and ninety-two feet above the level of the sea. The travellers
+had now only to descend to the Atlantic by limitless plains, levelled
+by nature. A branch of the “grand trunk” led off southward to Denver,
+the capital of Colorado. The country round about is rich in gold and
+silver, and more than fifty thousand inhabitants are already settled
+there.
+
+Thirteen hundred and eighty-two miles had been passed over from San
+Francisco, in three days and three nights; four days and nights more
+would probably bring them to New York. Phileas Fogg was not as yet
+behind-hand.
+
+During the night Camp Walbach was passed on the left; Lodge Pole Creek
+ran parallel with the road, marking the boundary between the
+territories of Wyoming and Colorado. They entered Nebraska at eleven,
+passed near Sedgwick, and touched at Julesburg, on the southern branch
+of the Platte River.
+
+It was here that the Union Pacific Railroad was inaugurated on the 23rd
+of October, 1867, by the chief engineer, General Dodge. Two powerful
+locomotives, carrying nine cars of invited guests, amongst whom was
+Thomas C. Durant, vice-president of the road, stopped at this point;
+cheers were given, the Sioux and Pawnees performed an imitation Indian
+battle, fireworks were let off, and the first number of the _Railway
+Pioneer_ was printed by a press brought on the train. Thus was
+celebrated the inauguration of this great railroad, a mighty instrument
+of progress and civilisation, thrown across the desert, and destined to
+link together cities and towns which do not yet exist. The whistle of
+the locomotive, more powerful than Amphion’s lyre, was about to bid
+them rise from American soil.
+
+Fort McPherson was left behind at eight in the morning, and three
+hundred and fifty-seven miles had yet to be traversed before reaching
+Omaha. The road followed the capricious windings of the southern branch
+of the Platte River, on its left bank. At nine the train stopped at the
+important town of North Platte, built between the two arms of the
+river, which rejoin each other around it and form a single artery, a
+large tributary, whose waters empty into the Missouri a little above
+Omaha.
+
+The one hundred and first meridian was passed.
+
+Mr. Fogg and his partners had resumed their game; no one—not even the
+dummy—complained of the length of the trip. Fix had begun by winning
+several guineas, which he seemed likely to lose; but he showed himself
+a not less eager whist-player than Mr. Fogg. During the morning, chance
+distinctly favoured that gentleman. Trumps and honours were showered
+upon his hands.
+
+Once, having resolved on a bold stroke, he was on the point of playing
+a spade, when a voice behind him said, “I should play a diamond.”
+
+Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Fix raised their heads, and beheld Colonel
+Proctor.
+
+Stamp Proctor and Phileas Fogg recognised each other at once.
+
+“Ah! it’s you, is it, Englishman?” cried the colonel; “it’s you who are
+going to play a spade!”
+
+“And who plays it,” replied Phileas Fogg coolly, throwing down the ten
+of spades.
+
+“Well, it pleases me to have it diamonds,” replied Colonel Proctor, in
+an insolent tone.
+
+He made a movement as if to seize the card which had just been played,
+adding, “You don’t understand anything about whist.”
+
+“Perhaps I do, as well as another,” said Phileas Fogg, rising.
+
+“You have only to try, son of John Bull,” replied the colonel.
+
+Aouda turned pale, and her blood ran cold. She seized Mr. Fogg’s arm
+and gently pulled him back. Passepartout was ready to pounce upon the
+American, who was staring insolently at his opponent. But Fix got up,
+and, going to Colonel Proctor said, “You forget that it is I with whom
+you have to deal, sir; for it was I whom you not only insulted, but
+struck!”
+
+“Mr. Fix,” said Mr. Fogg, “pardon me, but this affair is mine, and mine
+only. The colonel has again insulted me, by insisting that I should not
+play a spade, and he shall give me satisfaction for it.”
+
+“When and where you will,” replied the American, “and with whatever
+weapon you choose.”
+
+Aouda in vain attempted to retain Mr. Fogg; as vainly did the detective
+endeavour to make the quarrel his. Passepartout wished to throw the
+colonel out of the window, but a sign from his master checked him.
+Phileas Fogg left the car, and the American followed him upon the
+platform. “Sir,” said Mr. Fogg to his adversary, “I am in a great hurry
+to get back to Europe, and any delay whatever will be greatly to my
+disadvantage.”
+
+“Well, what’s that to me?” replied Colonel Proctor.
+
+“Sir,” said Mr. Fogg, very politely, “after our meeting at San
+Francisco, I determined to return to America and find you as soon as I
+had completed the business which called me to England.”
+
+“Really!”
+
+“Will you appoint a meeting for six months hence?”
+
+“Why not ten years hence?”
+
+“I say six months,” returned Phileas Fogg; “and I shall be at the place
+of meeting promptly.”
+
+“All this is an evasion,” cried Stamp Proctor. “Now or never!”
+
+“Very good. You are going to New York?”
+
+“No.”
+
+“To Chicago?”
+
+“No.”
+
+“To Omaha?”
+
+“What difference is it to you? Do you know Plum Creek?”
+
+“No,” replied Mr. Fogg.
+
+“It’s the next station. The train will be there in an hour, and will
+stop there ten minutes. In ten minutes several revolver-shots could be
+exchanged.”
+
+“Very well,” said Mr. Fogg. “I will stop at Plum Creek.”
+
+“And I guess you’ll stay there too,” added the American insolently.
+
+“Who knows?” replied Mr. Fogg, returning to the car as coolly as usual.
+He began to reassure Aouda, telling her that blusterers were never to
+be feared, and begged Fix to be his second at the approaching duel, a
+request which the detective could not refuse. Mr. Fogg resumed the
+interrupted game with perfect calmness.
+
+At eleven o’clock the locomotive’s whistle announced that they were
+approaching Plum Creek station. Mr. Fogg rose, and, followed by Fix,
+went out upon the platform. Passepartout accompanied him, carrying a
+pair of revolvers. Aouda remained in the car, as pale as death.
+
+The door of the next car opened, and Colonel Proctor appeared on the
+platform, attended by a Yankee of his own stamp as his second. But just
+as the combatants were about to step from the train, the conductor
+hurried up, and shouted, “You can’t get off, gentlemen!”
+
+“Why not?” asked the colonel.
+
+“We are twenty minutes late, and we shall not stop.”
+
+“But I am going to fight a duel with this gentleman.”
+
+“I am sorry,” said the conductor; “but we shall be off at once. There’s
+the bell ringing now.”
+
+The train started.
+
+“I’m really very sorry, gentlemen,” said the conductor. “Under any
+other circumstances I should have been happy to oblige you. But, after
+all, as you have not had time to fight here, why not fight as we go
+along?”
+
+“That wouldn’t be convenient, perhaps, for this gentleman,” said the
+colonel, in a jeering tone.
+
+“It would be perfectly so,” replied Phileas Fogg.
+
+“Well, we are really in America,” thought Passepartout, “and the
+conductor is a gentleman of the first order!”
+
+So muttering, he followed his master.
+
+The two combatants, their seconds, and the conductor passed through the
+cars to the rear of the train. The last car was only occupied by a
+dozen passengers, whom the conductor politely asked if they would not
+be so kind as to leave it vacant for a few moments, as two gentlemen
+had an affair of honour to settle. The passengers granted the request
+with alacrity, and straightway disappeared on the platform.
+
+The car, which was some fifty feet long, was very convenient for their
+purpose. The adversaries might march on each other in the aisle, and
+fire at their ease. Never was duel more easily arranged. Mr. Fogg and
+Colonel Proctor, each provided with two six-barrelled revolvers,
+entered the car. The seconds, remaining outside, shut them in. They
+were to begin firing at the first whistle of the locomotive. After an
+interval of two minutes, what remained of the two gentlemen would be
+taken from the car.
+
+Nothing could be more simple. Indeed, it was all so simple that Fix and
+Passepartout felt their hearts beating as if they would crack. They
+were listening for the whistle agreed upon, when suddenly savage cries
+resounded in the air, accompanied by reports which certainly did not
+issue from the car where the duellists were. The reports continued in
+front and the whole length of the train. Cries of terror proceeded from
+the interior of the cars.
+
+Colonel Proctor and Mr. Fogg, revolvers in hand, hastily quitted their
+prison, and rushed forward where the noise was most clamorous. They
+then perceived that the train was attacked by a band of Sioux.
+
+This was not the first attempt of these daring Indians, for more than
+once they had waylaid trains on the road. A hundred of them had,
+according to their habit, jumped upon the steps without stopping the
+train, with the ease of a clown mounting a horse at full gallop.
+
+The Sioux were armed with guns, from which came the reports, to which
+the passengers, who were almost all armed, responded by revolver-shots.
+
+The Indians had first mounted the engine, and half stunned the engineer
+and stoker with blows from their muskets. A Sioux chief, wishing to
+stop the train, but not knowing how to work the regulator, had opened
+wide instead of closing the steam-valve, and the locomotive was
+plunging forward with terrific velocity.
+
+The Sioux had at the same time invaded the cars, skipping like enraged
+monkeys over the roofs, thrusting open the doors, and fighting hand to
+hand with the passengers. Penetrating the baggage-car, they pillaged
+it, throwing the trunks out of the train. The cries and shots were
+constant. The travellers defended themselves bravely; some of the cars
+were barricaded, and sustained a siege, like moving forts, carried
+along at a speed of a hundred miles an hour.
+
+Aouda behaved courageously from the first. She defended herself like a
+true heroine with a revolver, which she shot through the broken windows
+whenever a savage made his appearance. Twenty Sioux had fallen mortally
+wounded to the ground, and the wheels crushed those who fell upon the
+rails as if they had been worms. Several passengers, shot or stunned,
+lay on the seats.
+
+It was necessary to put an end to the struggle, which had lasted for
+ten minutes, and which would result in the triumph of the Sioux if the
+train was not stopped. Fort Kearney station, where there was a
+garrison, was only two miles distant; but, that once passed, the Sioux
+would be masters of the train between Fort Kearney and the station
+beyond.
+
+The conductor was fighting beside Mr. Fogg, when he was shot and fell.
+At the same moment he cried, “Unless the train is stopped in five
+minutes, we are lost!”
+
+“It shall be stopped,” said Phileas Fogg, preparing to rush from the
+car.
+
+“Stay, monsieur,” cried Passepartout; “I will go.”
+
+Mr. Fogg had not time to stop the brave fellow, who, opening a door
+unperceived by the Indians, succeeded in slipping under the car; and
+while the struggle continued and the balls whizzed across each other
+over his head, he made use of his old acrobatic experience, and with
+amazing agility worked his way under the cars, holding on to the
+chains, aiding himself by the brakes and edges of the sashes, creeping
+from one car to another with marvellous skill, and thus gaining the
+forward end of the train.
+
+There, suspended by one hand between the baggage-car and the tender,
+with the other he loosened the safety chains; but, owing to the
+traction, he would never have succeeded in unscrewing the yoking-bar,
+had not a violent concussion jolted this bar out. The train, now
+detached from the engine, remained a little behind, whilst the
+locomotive rushed forward with increased speed.
+
+Carried on by the force already acquired, the train still moved for
+several minutes; but the brakes were worked and at last they stopped,
+less than a hundred feet from Kearney station.
+
+The soldiers of the fort, attracted by the shots, hurried up; the Sioux
+had not expected them, and decamped in a body before the train entirely
+stopped.
+
+But when the passengers counted each other on the station platform
+several were found missing; among others the courageous Frenchman,
+whose devotion had just saved them.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXX.
+IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG SIMPLY DOES HIS DUTY
+
+
+Three passengers including Passepartout had disappeared. Had they been
+killed in the struggle? Were they taken prisoners by the Sioux? It was
+impossible to tell.
+
+There were many wounded, but none mortally. Colonel Proctor was one of
+the most seriously hurt; he had fought bravely, and a ball had entered
+his groin. He was carried into the station with the other wounded
+passengers, to receive such attention as could be of avail.
+
+Aouda was safe; and Phileas Fogg, who had been in the thickest of the
+fight, had not received a scratch. Fix was slightly wounded in the arm.
+But Passepartout was not to be found, and tears coursed down Aouda’s
+cheeks.
+
+All the passengers had got out of the train, the wheels of which were
+stained with blood. From the tyres and spokes hung ragged pieces of
+flesh. As far as the eye could reach on the white plain behind, red
+trails were visible. The last Sioux were disappearing in the south,
+along the banks of Republican River.
+
+Mr. Fogg, with folded arms, remained motionless. He had a serious
+decision to make. Aouda, standing near him, looked at him without
+speaking, and he understood her look. If his servant was a prisoner,
+ought he not to risk everything to rescue him from the Indians? “I will
+find him, living or dead,” said he quietly to Aouda.
+
+“Ah, Mr.—Mr. Fogg!” cried she, clasping his hands and covering them
+with tears.
+
+“Living,” added Mr. Fogg, “if we do not lose a moment.”
+
+Phileas Fogg, by this resolution, inevitably sacrificed himself; he
+pronounced his own doom. The delay of a single day would make him lose
+the steamer at New York, and his bet would be certainly lost. But as he
+thought, “It is my duty,” he did not hesitate.
+
+The commanding officer of Fort Kearney was there. A hundred of his
+soldiers had placed themselves in a position to defend the station,
+should the Sioux attack it.
+
+“Sir,” said Mr. Fogg to the captain, “three passengers have
+disappeared.”
+
+“Dead?” asked the captain.
+
+“Dead or prisoners; that is the uncertainty which must be solved. Do
+you propose to pursue the Sioux?”
+
+“That’s a serious thing to do, sir,” returned the captain. “These
+Indians may retreat beyond the Arkansas, and I cannot leave the fort
+unprotected.”
+
+“The lives of three men are in question, sir,” said Phileas Fogg.
+
+“Doubtless; but can I risk the lives of fifty men to save three?”
+
+“I don’t know whether you can, sir; but you ought to do so.”
+
+“Nobody here,” returned the other, “has a right to teach me my duty.”
+
+“Very well,” said Mr. Fogg, coldly. “I will go alone.”
+
+“You, sir!” cried Fix, coming up; “you go alone in pursuit of the
+Indians?”
+
+“Would you have me leave this poor fellow to perish—him to whom every
+one present owes his life? I shall go.”
+
+“No, sir, you shall not go alone,” cried the captain, touched in spite
+of himself. “No! you are a brave man. Thirty volunteers!” he added,
+turning to the soldiers.
+
+The whole company started forward at once. The captain had only to pick
+his men. Thirty were chosen, and an old sergeant placed at their head.
+
+“Thanks, captain,” said Mr. Fogg.
+
+“Will you let me go with you?” asked Fix.
+
+“Do as you please, sir. But if you wish to do me a favour, you will
+remain with Aouda. In case anything should happen to me—”
+
+A sudden pallor overspread the detective’s face. Separate himself from
+the man whom he had so persistently followed step by step! Leave him to
+wander about in this desert! Fix gazed attentively at Mr. Fogg, and,
+despite his suspicions and of the struggle which was going on within
+him, he lowered his eyes before that calm and frank look.
+
+“I will stay,” said he.
+
+A few moments after, Mr. Fogg pressed the young woman’s hand, and,
+having confided to her his precious carpet-bag, went off with the
+sergeant and his little squad. But, before going, he had said to the
+soldiers, “My friends, I will divide five thousand dollars among you,
+if we save the prisoners.”
+
+It was then a little past noon.
+
+Aouda retired to a waiting-room, and there she waited alone, thinking
+of the simple and noble generosity, the tranquil courage of Phileas
+Fogg. He had sacrificed his fortune, and was now risking his life, all
+without hesitation, from duty, in silence.
+
+Fix did not have the same thoughts, and could scarcely conceal his
+agitation. He walked feverishly up and down the platform, but soon
+resumed his outward composure. He now saw the folly of which he had
+been guilty in letting Fogg go alone. What! This man, whom he had just
+followed around the world, was permitted now to separate himself from
+him! He began to accuse and abuse himself, and, as if he were director
+of police, administered to himself a sound lecture for his greenness.
+
+“I have been an idiot!” he thought, “and this man will see it. He has
+gone, and won’t come back! But how is it that I, Fix, who have in my
+pocket a warrant for his arrest, have been so fascinated by him?
+Decidedly, I am nothing but an ass!”
+
+So reasoned the detective, while the hours crept by all too slowly. He
+did not know what to do. Sometimes he was tempted to tell Aouda all;
+but he could not doubt how the young woman would receive his
+confidences. What course should he take? He thought of pursuing Fogg
+across the vast white plains; it did not seem impossible that he might
+overtake him. Footsteps were easily printed on the snow! But soon,
+under a new sheet, every imprint would be effaced.
+
+Fix became discouraged. He felt a sort of insurmountable longing to
+abandon the game altogether. He could now leave Fort Kearney station,
+and pursue his journey homeward in peace.
+
+Towards two o’clock in the afternoon, while it was snowing hard, long
+whistles were heard approaching from the east. A great shadow, preceded
+by a wild light, slowly advanced, appearing still larger through the
+mist, which gave it a fantastic aspect. No train was expected from the
+east, neither had there been time for the succour asked for by
+telegraph to arrive; the train from Omaha to San Francisco was not due
+till the next day. The mystery was soon explained.
+
+The locomotive, which was slowly approaching with deafening whistles,
+was that which, having been detached from the train, had continued its
+route with such terrific rapidity, carrying off the unconscious
+engineer and stoker. It had run several miles, when, the fire becoming
+low for want of fuel, the steam had slackened; and it had finally
+stopped an hour after, some twenty miles beyond Fort Kearney. Neither
+the engineer nor the stoker was dead, and, after remaining for some
+time in their swoon, had come to themselves. The train had then
+stopped. The engineer, when he found himself in the desert, and the
+locomotive without cars, understood what had happened. He could not
+imagine how the locomotive had become separated from the train; but he
+did not doubt that the train left behind was in distress.
+
+He did not hesitate what to do. It would be prudent to continue on to
+Omaha, for it would be dangerous to return to the train, which the
+Indians might still be engaged in pillaging. Nevertheless, he began to
+rebuild the fire in the furnace; the pressure again mounted, and the
+locomotive returned, running backwards to Fort Kearney. This it was
+which was whistling in the mist.
+
+The travellers were glad to see the locomotive resume its place at the
+head of the train. They could now continue the journey so terribly
+interrupted.
+
+Aouda, on seeing the locomotive come up, hurried out of the station,
+and asked the conductor, “Are you going to start?”
+
+“At once, madam.”
+
+“But the prisoners, our unfortunate fellow-travellers—”
+
+“I cannot interrupt the trip,” replied the conductor. “We are already
+three hours behind time.”
+
+“And when will another train pass here from San Francisco?”
+
+“To-morrow evening, madam.”
+
+“To-morrow evening! But then it will be too late! We must wait—”
+
+“It is impossible,” responded the conductor. “If you wish to go, please
+get in.”
+
+“I will not go,” said Aouda.
+
+Fix had heard this conversation. A little while before, when there was
+no prospect of proceeding on the journey, he had made up his mind to
+leave Fort Kearney; but now that the train was there, ready to start,
+and he had only to take his seat in the car, an irresistible influence
+held him back. The station platform burned his feet, and he could not
+stir. The conflict in his mind again began; anger and failure stifled
+him. He wished to struggle on to the end.
+
+Meanwhile the passengers and some of the wounded, among them Colonel
+Proctor, whose injuries were serious, had taken their places in the
+train. The buzzing of the over-heated boiler was heard, and the steam
+was escaping from the valves. The engineer whistled, the train started,
+and soon disappeared, mingling its white smoke with the eddies of the
+densely falling snow.
+
+The detective had remained behind.
+
+Several hours passed. The weather was dismal, and it was very cold. Fix
+sat motionless on a bench in the station; he might have been thought
+asleep. Aouda, despite the storm, kept coming out of the waiting-room,
+going to the end of the platform, and peering through the tempest of
+snow, as if to pierce the mist which narrowed the horizon around her,
+and to hear, if possible, some welcome sound. She heard and saw
+nothing. Then she would return, chilled through, to issue out again
+after the lapse of a few moments, but always in vain.
+
+Evening came, and the little band had not returned. Where could they
+be? Had they found the Indians, and were they having a conflict with
+them, or were they still wandering amid the mist? The commander of the
+fort was anxious, though he tried to conceal his apprehensions. As
+night approached, the snow fell less plentifully, but it became
+intensely cold. Absolute silence rested on the plains. Neither flight
+of bird nor passing of beast troubled the perfect calm.
+
+Throughout the night Aouda, full of sad forebodings, her heart stifled
+with anguish, wandered about on the verge of the plains. Her
+imagination carried her far off, and showed her innumerable dangers.
+What she suffered through the long hours it would be impossible to
+describe.
+
+Fix remained stationary in the same place, but did not sleep. Once a
+man approached and spoke to him, and the detective merely replied by
+shaking his head.
+
+Thus the night passed. At dawn, the half-extinguished disc of the sun
+rose above a misty horizon; but it was now possible to recognise
+objects two miles off. Phileas Fogg and the squad had gone southward;
+in the south all was still vacancy. It was then seven o’clock.
+
+The captain, who was really alarmed, did not know what course to take.
+
+Should he send another detachment to the rescue of the first? Should he
+sacrifice more men, with so few chances of saving those already
+sacrificed? His hesitation did not last long, however. Calling one of
+his lieutenants, he was on the point of ordering a reconnaissance, when
+gunshots were heard. Was it a signal? The soldiers rushed out of the
+fort, and half a mile off they perceived a little band returning in
+good order.
+
+Mr. Fogg was marching at their head, and just behind him were
+Passepartout and the other two travellers, rescued from the Sioux.
+
+They had met and fought the Indians ten miles south of Fort Kearney.
+Shortly before the detachment arrived, Passepartout and his companions
+had begun to struggle with their captors, three of whom the Frenchman
+had felled with his fists, when his master and the soldiers hastened up
+to their relief.
+
+All were welcomed with joyful cries. Phileas Fogg distributed the
+reward he had promised to the soldiers, while Passepartout, not without
+reason, muttered to himself, “It must certainly be confessed that I
+cost my master dear!”
+
+Fix, without saying a word, looked at Mr. Fogg, and it would have been
+difficult to analyse the thoughts which struggled within him. As for
+Aouda, she took her protector’s hand and pressed it in her own, too
+much moved to speak.
+
+Meanwhile, Passepartout was looking about for the train; he thought he
+should find it there, ready to start for Omaha, and he hoped that the
+time lost might be regained.
+
+“The train! the train!” cried he.
+
+“Gone,” replied Fix.
+
+“And when does the next train pass here?” said Phileas Fogg.
+
+“Not till this evening.”
+
+“Ah!” returned the impassible gentleman quietly.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXI.
+IN WHICH FIX, THE DETECTIVE, CONSIDERABLY FURTHERS THE INTERESTS OF
+PHILEAS FOGG
+
+
+Phileas Fogg found himself twenty hours behind time. Passepartout, the
+involuntary cause of this delay, was desperate. He had ruined his
+master!
+
+At this moment the detective approached Mr. Fogg, and, looking him
+intently in the face, said:
+
+“Seriously, sir, are you in great haste?”
+
+“Quite seriously.”
+
+“I have a purpose in asking,” resumed Fix. “Is it absolutely necessary
+that you should be in New York on the 11th, before nine o’clock in the
+evening, the time that the steamer leaves for Liverpool?”
+
+“It is absolutely necessary.”
+
+“And, if your journey had not been interrupted by these Indians, you
+would have reached New York on the morning of the 11th?”
+
+“Yes; with eleven hours to spare before the steamer left.”
+
+“Good! you are therefore twenty hours behind. Twelve from twenty leaves
+eight. You must regain eight hours. Do you wish to try to do so?”
+
+“On foot?” asked Mr. Fogg.
+
+“No; on a sledge,” replied Fix. “On a sledge with sails. A man has
+proposed such a method to me.”
+
+It was the man who had spoken to Fix during the night, and whose offer
+he had refused.
+
+Phileas Fogg did not reply at once; but Fix, having pointed out the
+man, who was walking up and down in front of the station, Mr. Fogg went
+up to him. An instant after, Mr. Fogg and the American, whose name was
+Mudge, entered a hut built just below the fort.
+
+There Mr. Fogg examined a curious vehicle, a kind of frame on two long
+beams, a little raised in front like the runners of a sledge, and upon
+which there was room for five or six persons. A high mast was fixed on
+the frame, held firmly by metallic lashings, to which was attached a
+large brigantine sail. This mast held an iron stay upon which to hoist
+a jib-sail. Behind, a sort of rudder served to guide the vehicle. It
+was, in short, a sledge rigged like a sloop. During the winter, when
+the trains are blocked up by the snow, these sledges make extremely
+rapid journeys across the frozen plains from one station to another.
+Provided with more sails than a cutter, and with the wind behind them,
+they slip over the surface of the prairies with a speed equal if not
+superior to that of the express trains.
+
+Mr. Fogg readily made a bargain with the owner of this land-craft. The
+wind was favourable, being fresh, and blowing from the west. The snow
+had hardened, and Mudge was very confident of being able to transport
+Mr. Fogg in a few hours to Omaha. Thence the trains eastward run
+frequently to Chicago and New York. It was not impossible that the lost
+time might yet be recovered; and such an opportunity was not to be
+rejected.
+
+Not wishing to expose Aouda to the discomforts of travelling in the
+open air, Mr. Fogg proposed to leave her with Passepartout at Fort
+Kearney, the servant taking upon himself to escort her to Europe by a
+better route and under more favourable conditions. But Aouda refused to
+separate from Mr. Fogg, and Passepartout was delighted with her
+decision; for nothing could induce him to leave his master while Fix
+was with him.
+
+It would be difficult to guess the detective’s thoughts. Was this
+conviction shaken by Phileas Fogg’s return, or did he still regard him
+as an exceedingly shrewd rascal, who, his journey round the world
+completed, would think himself absolutely safe in England? Perhaps
+Fix’s opinion of Phileas Fogg was somewhat modified; but he was
+nevertheless resolved to do his duty, and to hasten the return of the
+whole party to England as much as possible.
+
+At eight o’clock the sledge was ready to start. The passengers took
+their places on it, and wrapped themselves up closely in their
+travelling-cloaks. The two great sails were hoisted, and under the
+pressure of the wind the sledge slid over the hardened snow with a
+velocity of forty miles an hour.
+
+The distance between Fort Kearney and Omaha, as the birds fly, is at
+most two hundred miles. If the wind held good, the distance might be
+traversed in five hours; if no accident happened the sledge might reach
+Omaha by one o’clock.
+
+What a journey! The travellers, huddled close together, could not speak
+for the cold, intensified by the rapidity at which they were going. The
+sledge sped on as lightly as a boat over the waves. When the breeze
+came skimming the earth the sledge seemed to be lifted off the ground
+by its sails. Mudge, who was at the rudder, kept in a straight line,
+and by a turn of his hand checked the lurches which the vehicle had a
+tendency to make. All the sails were up, and the jib was so arranged as
+not to screen the brigantine. A top-mast was hoisted, and another jib,
+held out to the wind, added its force to the other sails. Although the
+speed could not be exactly estimated, the sledge could not be going at
+less than forty miles an hour.
+
+“If nothing breaks,” said Mudge, “we shall get there!”
+
+Mr. Fogg had made it for Mudge’s interest to reach Omaha within the
+time agreed on, by the offer of a handsome reward.
+
+The prairie, across which the sledge was moving in a straight line, was
+as flat as a sea. It seemed like a vast frozen lake. The railroad which
+ran through this section ascended from the south-west to the north-west
+by Great Island, Columbus, an important Nebraska town, Schuyler, and
+Fremont, to Omaha. It followed throughout the right bank of the Platte
+River. The sledge, shortening this route, took a chord of the arc
+described by the railway. Mudge was not afraid of being stopped by the
+Platte River, because it was frozen. The road, then, was quite clear of
+obstacles, and Phileas Fogg had but two things to fear—an accident to
+the sledge, and a change or calm in the wind.
+
+But the breeze, far from lessening its force, blew as if to bend the
+mast, which, however, the metallic lashings held firmly. These
+lashings, like the chords of a stringed instrument, resounded as if
+vibrated by a violin bow. The sledge slid along in the midst of a
+plaintively intense melody.
+
+“Those chords give the fifth and the octave,” said Mr. Fogg.
+
+These were the only words he uttered during the journey. Aouda, cosily
+packed in furs and cloaks, was sheltered as much as possible from the
+attacks of the freezing wind. As for Passepartout, his face was as red
+as the sun’s disc when it sets in the mist, and he laboriously inhaled
+the biting air. With his natural buoyancy of spirits, he began to hope
+again. They would reach New York on the evening, if not on the morning,
+of the 11th, and there were still some chances that it would be before
+the steamer sailed for Liverpool.
+
+Passepartout even felt a strong desire to grasp his ally, Fix, by the
+hand. He remembered that it was the detective who procured the sledge,
+the only means of reaching Omaha in time; but, checked by some
+presentiment, he kept his usual reserve. One thing, however,
+Passepartout would never forget, and that was the sacrifice which Mr.
+Fogg had made, without hesitation, to rescue him from the Sioux. Mr.
+Fogg had risked his fortune and his life. No! His servant would never
+forget that!
+
+While each of the party was absorbed in reflections so different, the
+sledge flew past over the vast carpet of snow. The creeks it passed
+over were not perceived. Fields and streams disappeared under the
+uniform whiteness. The plain was absolutely deserted. Between the Union
+Pacific road and the branch which unites Kearney with Saint Joseph it
+formed a great uninhabited island. Neither village, station, nor fort
+appeared. From time to time they sped by some phantom-like tree, whose
+white skeleton twisted and rattled in the wind. Sometimes flocks of
+wild birds rose, or bands of gaunt, famished, ferocious prairie-wolves
+ran howling after the sledge. Passepartout, revolver in hand, held
+himself ready to fire on those which came too near. Had an accident
+then happened to the sledge, the travellers, attacked by these beasts,
+would have been in the most terrible danger; but it held on its even
+course, soon gained on the wolves, and ere long left the howling band
+at a safe distance behind.
+
+About noon Mudge perceived by certain landmarks that he was crossing
+the Platte River. He said nothing, but he felt certain that he was now
+within twenty miles of Omaha. In less than an hour he left the rudder
+and furled his sails, whilst the sledge, carried forward by the great
+impetus the wind had given it, went on half a mile further with its
+sails unspread.
+
+It stopped at last, and Mudge, pointing to a mass of roofs white with
+snow, said: “We have got there!”
+
+Arrived! Arrived at the station which is in daily communication, by
+numerous trains, with the Atlantic seaboard!
+
+Passepartout and Fix jumped off, stretched their stiffened limbs, and
+aided Mr. Fogg and the young woman to descend from the sledge. Phileas
+Fogg generously rewarded Mudge, whose hand Passepartout warmly grasped,
+and the party directed their steps to the Omaha railway station.
+
+The Pacific Railroad proper finds its terminus at this important
+Nebraska town. Omaha is connected with Chicago by the Chicago and Rock
+Island Railroad, which runs directly east, and passes fifty stations.
+
+A train was ready to start when Mr. Fogg and his party reached the
+station, and they only had time to get into the cars. They had seen
+nothing of Omaha; but Passepartout confessed to himself that this was
+not to be regretted, as they were not travelling to see the sights.
+
+The train passed rapidly across the State of Iowa, by Council Bluffs,
+Des Moines, and Iowa City. During the night it crossed the Mississippi
+at Davenport, and by Rock Island entered Illinois. The next day, which
+was the 10th, at four o’clock in the evening, it reached Chicago,
+already risen from its ruins, and more proudly seated than ever on the
+borders of its beautiful Lake Michigan.
+
+Nine hundred miles separated Chicago from New York; but trains are not
+wanting at Chicago. Mr. Fogg passed at once from one to the other, and
+the locomotive of the Pittsburgh, Fort Wayne, and Chicago Railway left
+at full speed, as if it fully comprehended that that gentleman had no
+time to lose. It traversed Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey
+like a flash, rushing through towns with antique names, some of which
+had streets and car-tracks, but as yet no houses. At last the Hudson
+came into view; and, at a quarter-past eleven in the evening of the
+11th, the train stopped in the station on the right bank of the river,
+before the very pier of the Cunard line.
+
+The “China,” for Liverpool, had started three-quarters of an hour
+before!
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXII.
+IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG ENGAGES IN A DIRECT STRUGGLE WITH BAD FORTUNE
+
+
+The “China,” in leaving, seemed to have carried off Phileas Fogg’s last
+hope. None of the other steamers were able to serve his projects. The
+“Pereire,” of the French Transatlantic Company, whose admirable
+steamers are equal to any in speed and comfort, did not leave until the
+14th; the Hamburg boats did not go directly to Liverpool or London, but
+to Havre; and the additional trip from Havre to Southampton would
+render Phileas Fogg’s last efforts of no avail. The Inman steamer did
+not depart till the next day, and could not cross the Atlantic in time
+to save the wager.
+
+Mr. Fogg learned all this in consulting his “Bradshaw,” which gave him
+the daily movements of the transatlantic steamers.
+
+Passepartout was crushed; it overwhelmed him to lose the boat by
+three-quarters of an hour. It was his fault, for, instead of helping
+his master, he had not ceased putting obstacles in his path! And when
+he recalled all the incidents of the tour, when he counted up the sums
+expended in pure loss and on his own account, when he thought that the
+immense stake, added to the heavy charges of this useless journey,
+would completely ruin Mr. Fogg, he overwhelmed himself with bitter
+self-accusations. Mr. Fogg, however, did not reproach him; and, on
+leaving the Cunard pier, only said: “We will consult about what is best
+to-morrow. Come.”
+
+The party crossed the Hudson in the Jersey City ferryboat, and drove in
+a carriage to the St. Nicholas Hotel, on Broadway. Rooms were engaged,
+and the night passed, briefly to Phileas Fogg, who slept profoundly,
+but very long to Aouda and the others, whose agitation did not permit
+them to rest.
+
+The next day was the 12th of December. From seven in the morning of the
+12th to a quarter before nine in the evening of the 21st there were
+nine days, thirteen hours, and forty-five minutes. If Phileas Fogg had
+left in the “China,” one of the fastest steamers on the Atlantic, he
+would have reached Liverpool, and then London, within the period agreed
+upon.
+
+Mr. Fogg left the hotel alone, after giving Passepartout instructions
+to await his return, and inform Aouda to be ready at an instant’s
+notice. He proceeded to the banks of the Hudson, and looked about among
+the vessels moored or anchored in the river, for any that were about to
+depart. Several had departure signals, and were preparing to put to sea
+at morning tide; for in this immense and admirable port there is not
+one day in a hundred that vessels do not set out for every quarter of
+the globe. But they were mostly sailing vessels, of which, of course,
+Phileas Fogg could make no use.
+
+He seemed about to give up all hope, when he espied, anchored at the
+Battery, a cable’s length off at most, a trading vessel, with a screw,
+well-shaped, whose funnel, puffing a cloud of smoke, indicated that she
+was getting ready for departure.
+
+Phileas Fogg hailed a boat, got into it, and soon found himself on
+board the “Henrietta,” iron-hulled, wood-built above. He ascended to
+the deck, and asked for the captain, who forthwith presented himself.
+He was a man of fifty, a sort of sea-wolf, with big eyes, a complexion
+of oxidised copper, red hair and thick neck, and a growling voice.
+
+“The captain?” asked Mr. Fogg.
+
+“I am the captain.”
+
+“I am Phileas Fogg, of London.”
+
+“And I am Andrew Speedy, of Cardiff.”
+
+“You are going to put to sea?”
+
+“In an hour.”
+
+“You are bound for—”
+
+“Bordeaux.”
+
+“And your cargo?”
+
+“No freight. Going in ballast.”
+
+“Have you any passengers?”
+
+“No passengers. Never have passengers. Too much in the way.”
+
+“Is your vessel a swift one?”
+
+“Between eleven and twelve knots. The “Henrietta,” well known.”
+
+“Will you carry me and three other persons to Liverpool?”
+
+“To Liverpool? Why not to China?”
+
+“I said Liverpool.”
+
+“No!”
+
+“No?”
+
+“No. I am setting out for Bordeaux, and shall go to Bordeaux.”
+
+“Money is no object?”
+
+“None.”
+
+The captain spoke in a tone which did not admit of a reply.
+
+“But the owners of the ‘Henrietta’—” resumed Phileas Fogg.
+
+“The owners are myself,” replied the captain. “The vessel belongs to
+me.”
+
+“I will freight it for you.”
+
+“No.”
+
+“I will buy it of you.”
+
+“No.”
+
+Phileas Fogg did not betray the least disappointment; but the situation
+was a grave one. It was not at New York as at Hong Kong, nor with the
+captain of the “Henrietta” as with the captain of the “Tankadere.” Up
+to this time money had smoothed away every obstacle. Now money failed.
+
+Still, some means must be found to cross the Atlantic on a boat, unless
+by balloon—which would have been venturesome, besides not being capable
+of being put in practice. It seemed that Phileas Fogg had an idea, for
+he said to the captain, “Well, will you carry me to Bordeaux?”
+
+“No, not if you paid me two hundred dollars.”
+
+“I offer you two thousand.”
+
+“Apiece?”
+
+“Apiece.”
+
+“And there are four of you?”
+
+“Four.”
+
+Captain Speedy began to scratch his head. There were eight thousand
+dollars to gain, without changing his route; for which it was well
+worth conquering the repugnance he had for all kinds of passengers.
+Besides, passengers at two thousand dollars are no longer passengers,
+but valuable merchandise. “I start at nine o’clock,” said Captain
+Speedy, simply. “Are you and your party ready?”
+
+“We will be on board at nine o’clock,” replied, no less simply, Mr.
+Fogg.
+
+It was half-past eight. To disembark from the “Henrietta,” jump into a
+hack, hurry to the St. Nicholas, and return with Aouda, Passepartout,
+and even the inseparable Fix was the work of a brief time, and was
+performed by Mr. Fogg with the coolness which never abandoned him. They
+were on board when the “Henrietta” made ready to weigh anchor.
+
+When Passepartout heard what this last voyage was going to cost, he
+uttered a prolonged “Oh!” which extended throughout his vocal gamut.
+
+As for Fix, he said to himself that the Bank of England would certainly
+not come out of this affair well indemnified. When they reached
+England, even if Mr. Fogg did not throw some handfuls of bank-bills
+into the sea, more than seven thousand pounds would have been spent!
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXIII.
+IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG SHOWS HIMSELF EQUAL TO THE OCCASION
+
+
+An hour after, the “Henrietta” passed the lighthouse which marks the
+entrance of the Hudson, turned the point of Sandy Hook, and put to sea.
+During the day she skirted Long Island, passed Fire Island, and
+directed her course rapidly eastward.
+
+At noon the next day, a man mounted the bridge to ascertain the
+vessel’s position. It might be thought that this was Captain Speedy.
+Not the least in the world. It was Phileas Fogg, Esquire. As for
+Captain Speedy, he was shut up in his cabin under lock and key, and was
+uttering loud cries, which signified an anger at once pardonable and
+excessive.
+
+What had happened was very simple. Phileas Fogg wished to go to
+Liverpool, but the captain would not carry him there. Then Phileas Fogg
+had taken passage for Bordeaux, and, during the thirty hours he had
+been on board, had so shrewdly managed with his banknotes that the
+sailors and stokers, who were only an occasional crew, and were not on
+the best terms with the captain, went over to him in a body. This was
+why Phileas Fogg was in command instead of Captain Speedy; why the
+captain was a prisoner in his cabin; and why, in short, the “Henrietta”
+was directing her course towards Liverpool. It was very clear, to see
+Mr. Fogg manage the craft, that he had been a sailor.
+
+How the adventure ended will be seen anon. Aouda was anxious, though
+she said nothing. As for Passepartout, he thought Mr. Fogg’s manœuvre
+simply glorious. The captain had said “between eleven and twelve
+knots,” and the “Henrietta” confirmed his prediction.
+
+If, then—for there were “ifs” still—the sea did not become too
+boisterous, if the wind did not veer round to the east, if no accident
+happened to the boat or its machinery, the “Henrietta” might cross the
+three thousand miles from New York to Liverpool in the nine days,
+between the 12th and the 21st of December. It is true that, once
+arrived, the affair on board the “Henrietta,” added to that of the Bank
+of England, might create more difficulties for Mr. Fogg than he
+imagined or could desire.
+
+During the first days, they went along smoothly enough. The sea was not
+very unpropitious, the wind seemed stationary in the north-east, the
+sails were hoisted, and the “Henrietta” ploughed across the waves like
+a real transatlantic steamer.
+
+Passepartout was delighted. His master’s last exploit, the consequences
+of which he ignored, enchanted him. Never had the crew seen so jolly
+and dexterous a fellow. He formed warm friendships with the sailors,
+and amazed them with his acrobatic feats. He thought they managed the
+vessel like gentlemen, and that the stokers fired up like heroes. His
+loquacious good-humour infected everyone. He had forgotten the past,
+its vexations and delays. He only thought of the end, so nearly
+accomplished; and sometimes he boiled over with impatience, as if
+heated by the furnaces of the “Henrietta.” Often, also, the worthy
+fellow revolved around Fix, looking at him with a keen, distrustful
+eye; but he did not speak to him, for their old intimacy no longer
+existed.
+
+Fix, it must be confessed, understood nothing of what was going on. The
+conquest of the “Henrietta,” the bribery of the crew, Fogg managing the
+boat like a skilled seaman, amazed and confused him. He did not know
+what to think. For, after all, a man who began by stealing fifty-five
+thousand pounds might end by stealing a vessel; and Fix was not
+unnaturally inclined to conclude that the “Henrietta” under Fogg’s
+command, was not going to Liverpool at all, but to some part of the
+world where the robber, turned into a pirate, would quietly put himself
+in safety. The conjecture was at least a plausible one, and the
+detective began to seriously regret that he had embarked on the affair.
+
+As for Captain Speedy, he continued to howl and growl in his cabin; and
+Passepartout, whose duty it was to carry him his meals, courageous as
+he was, took the greatest precautions. Mr. Fogg did not seem even to
+know that there was a captain on board.
+
+On the 13th they passed the edge of the Banks of Newfoundland, a
+dangerous locality; during the winter, especially, there are frequent
+fogs and heavy gales of wind. Ever since the evening before the
+barometer, suddenly falling, had indicated an approaching change in the
+atmosphere; and during the night the temperature varied, the cold
+became sharper, and the wind veered to the south-east.
+
+This was a misfortune. Mr. Fogg, in order not to deviate from his
+course, furled his sails and increased the force of the steam; but the
+vessel’s speed slackened, owing to the state of the sea, the long waves
+of which broke against the stern. She pitched violently, and this
+retarded her progress. The breeze little by little swelled into a
+tempest, and it was to be feared that the “Henrietta” might not be able
+to maintain herself upright on the waves.
+
+Passepartout’s visage darkened with the skies, and for two days the
+poor fellow experienced constant fright. But Phileas Fogg was a bold
+mariner, and knew how to maintain headway against the sea; and he kept
+on his course, without even decreasing his steam. The “Henrietta,” when
+she could not rise upon the waves, crossed them, swamping her deck, but
+passing safely. Sometimes the screw rose out of the water, beating its
+protruding end, when a mountain of water raised the stern above the
+waves; but the craft always kept straight ahead.
+
+The wind, however, did not grow as boisterous as might have been
+feared; it was not one of those tempests which burst, and rush on with
+a speed of ninety miles an hour. It continued fresh, but, unhappily, it
+remained obstinately in the south-east, rendering the sails useless.
+
+The 16th of December was the seventy-fifth day since Phileas Fogg’s
+departure from London, and the “Henrietta” had not yet been seriously
+delayed. Half of the voyage was almost accomplished, and the worst
+localities had been passed. In summer, success would have been
+well-nigh certain. In winter, they were at the mercy of the bad season.
+Passepartout said nothing; but he cherished hope in secret, and
+comforted himself with the reflection that, if the wind failed them,
+they might still count on the steam.
+
+On this day the engineer came on deck, went up to Mr. Fogg, and began
+to speak earnestly with him. Without knowing why it was a presentiment,
+perhaps Passepartout became vaguely uneasy. He would have given one of
+his ears to hear with the other what the engineer was saying. He
+finally managed to catch a few words, and was sure he heard his master
+say, “You are certain of what you tell me?”
+
+“Certain, sir,” replied the engineer. “You must remember that, since we
+started, we have kept up hot fires in all our furnaces, and, though we
+had coal enough to go on short steam from New York to Bordeaux, we
+haven’t enough to go with all steam from New York to Liverpool.” “I
+will consider,” replied Mr. Fogg.
+
+Passepartout understood it all; he was seized with mortal anxiety. The
+coal was giving out! “Ah, if my master can get over that,” muttered he,
+“he’ll be a famous man!” He could not help imparting to Fix what he had
+overheard.
+
+“Then you believe that we really are going to Liverpool?”
+
+“Of course.”
+
+“Ass!” replied the detective, shrugging his shoulders and turning on
+his heel.
+
+Passepartout was on the point of vigorously resenting the epithet, the
+reason of which he could not for the life of him comprehend; but he
+reflected that the unfortunate Fix was probably very much disappointed
+and humiliated in his self-esteem, after having so awkwardly followed a
+false scent around the world, and refrained.
+
+And now what course would Phileas Fogg adopt? It was difficult to
+imagine. Nevertheless he seemed to have decided upon one, for that
+evening he sent for the engineer, and said to him, “Feed all the fires
+until the coal is exhausted.”
+
+A few moments after, the funnel of the “Henrietta” vomited forth
+torrents of smoke. The vessel continued to proceed with all steam on;
+but on the 18th, the engineer, as he had predicted, announced that the
+coal would give out in the course of the day.
+
+“Do not let the fires go down,” replied Mr. Fogg. “Keep them up to the
+last. Let the valves be filled.”
+
+Towards noon Phileas Fogg, having ascertained their position, called
+Passepartout, and ordered him to go for Captain Speedy. It was as if
+the honest fellow had been commanded to unchain a tiger. He went to the
+poop, saying to himself, “He will be like a madman!”
+
+In a few moments, with cries and oaths, a bomb appeared on the
+poop-deck. The bomb was Captain Speedy. It was clear that he was on the
+point of bursting. “Where are we?” were the first words his anger
+permitted him to utter. Had the poor man been an apoplectic, he could
+never have recovered from his paroxysm of wrath.
+
+“Where are we?” he repeated, with purple face.
+
+“Seven hundred and seven miles from Liverpool,” replied Mr. Fogg, with
+imperturbable calmness.
+
+“Pirate!” cried Captain Speedy.
+
+“I have sent for you, sir—”
+
+“Pickaroon!”
+
+“—sir,” continued Mr. Fogg, “to ask you to sell me your vessel.”
+
+“No! By all the devils, no!”
+
+“But I shall be obliged to burn her.”
+
+“Burn the ‘Henrietta’!”
+
+“Yes; at least the upper part of her. The coal has given out.”
+
+“Burn my vessel!” cried Captain Speedy, who could scarcely pronounce
+the words. “A vessel worth fifty thousand dollars!”
+
+“Here are sixty thousand,” replied Phileas Fogg, handing the captain a
+roll of bank-bills. This had a prodigious effect on Andrew Speedy. An
+American can scarcely remain unmoved at the sight of sixty thousand
+dollars. The captain forgot in an instant his anger, his imprisonment,
+and all his grudges against his passenger. The “Henrietta” was twenty
+years old; it was a great bargain. The bomb would not go off after all.
+Mr. Fogg had taken away the match.
+
+“And I shall still have the iron hull,” said the captain in a softer
+tone.
+
+“The iron hull and the engine. Is it agreed?”
+
+“Agreed.”
+
+And Andrew Speedy, seizing the banknotes, counted them and consigned
+them to his pocket.
+
+During this colloquy, Passepartout was as white as a sheet, and Fix
+seemed on the point of having an apoplectic fit. Nearly twenty thousand
+pounds had been expended, and Fogg left the hull and engine to the
+captain, that is, near the whole value of the craft! It was true,
+however, that fifty-five thousand pounds had been stolen from the Bank.
+
+When Andrew Speedy had pocketed the money, Mr. Fogg said to him, “Don’t
+let this astonish you, sir. You must know that I shall lose twenty
+thousand pounds, unless I arrive in London by a quarter before nine on
+the evening of the 21st of December. I missed the steamer at New York,
+and as you refused to take me to Liverpool—”
+
+“And I did well!” cried Andrew Speedy; “for I have gained at least
+forty thousand dollars by it!” He added, more sedately, “Do you know
+one thing, Captain—”
+
+“Fogg.”
+
+“Captain Fogg, you’ve got something of the Yankee about you.”
+
+And, having paid his passenger what he considered a high compliment, he
+was going away, when Mr. Fogg said, “The vessel now belongs to me?”
+
+“Certainly, from the keel to the truck of the masts—all the wood, that
+is.”
+
+“Very well. Have the interior seats, bunks, and frames pulled down, and
+burn them.”
+
+It was necessary to have dry wood to keep the steam up to the adequate
+pressure, and on that day the poop, cabins, bunks, and the spare deck
+were sacrificed. On the next day, the 19th of December, the masts,
+rafts, and spars were burned; the crew worked lustily, keeping up the
+fires. Passepartout hewed, cut, and sawed away with all his might.
+There was a perfect rage for demolition.
+
+The railings, fittings, the greater part of the deck, and top sides
+disappeared on the 20th, and the “Henrietta” was now only a flat hulk.
+But on this day they sighted the Irish coast and Fastnet Light. By ten
+in the evening they were passing Queenstown. Phileas Fogg had only
+twenty-four hours more in which to get to London; that length of time
+was necessary to reach Liverpool, with all steam on. And the steam was
+about to give out altogether!
+
+“Sir,” said Captain Speedy, who was now deeply interested in Mr. Fogg’s
+project, “I really commiserate you. Everything is against you. We are
+only opposite Queenstown.”
+
+“Ah,” said Mr. Fogg, “is that place where we see the lights
+Queenstown?”
+
+“Yes.”
+
+“Can we enter the harbour?”
+
+“Not under three hours. Only at high tide.”
+
+“Stay,” replied Mr. Fogg calmly, without betraying in his features that
+by a supreme inspiration he was about to attempt once more to conquer
+ill-fortune.
+
+Queenstown is the Irish port at which the transatlantic steamers stop
+to put off the mails. These mails are carried to Dublin by express
+trains always held in readiness to start; from Dublin they are sent on
+to Liverpool by the most rapid boats, and thus gain twelve hours on the
+Atlantic steamers.
+
+Phileas Fogg counted on gaining twelve hours in the same way. Instead
+of arriving at Liverpool the next evening by the “Henrietta,” he would
+be there by noon, and would therefore have time to reach London before
+a quarter before nine in the evening.
+
+The “Henrietta” entered Queenstown Harbour at one o’clock in the
+morning, it then being high tide; and Phileas Fogg, after being grasped
+heartily by the hand by Captain Speedy, left that gentleman on the
+levelled hulk of his craft, which was still worth half what he had sold
+it for.
+
+The party went on shore at once. Fix was greatly tempted to arrest Mr.
+Fogg on the spot; but he did not. Why? What struggle was going on
+within him? Had he changed his mind about “his man”? Did he understand
+that he had made a grave mistake? He did not, however, abandon Mr.
+Fogg. They all got upon the train, which was just ready to start, at
+half-past one; at dawn of day they were in Dublin; and they lost no
+time in embarking on a steamer which, disdaining to rise upon the
+waves, invariably cut through them.
+
+Phileas Fogg at last disembarked on the Liverpool quay, at twenty
+minutes before twelve, 21st December. He was only six hours distant
+from London.
+
+But at this moment Fix came up, put his hand upon Mr. Fogg’s shoulder,
+and, showing his warrant, said, “You are really Phileas Fogg?”
+
+“I am.”
+
+“I arrest you in the Queen’s name!”
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXIV.
+IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AT LAST REACHES LONDON
+
+
+Phileas Fogg was in prison. He had been shut up in the Custom House,
+and he was to be transferred to London the next day.
+
+Passepartout, when he saw his master arrested, would have fallen upon
+Fix had he not been held back by some policemen. Aouda was
+thunderstruck at the suddenness of an event which she could not
+understand. Passepartout explained to her how it was that the honest
+and courageous Fogg was arrested as a robber. The young woman’s heart
+revolted against so heinous a charge, and when she saw that she could
+attempt to do nothing to save her protector, she wept bitterly.
+
+As for Fix, he had arrested Mr. Fogg because it was his duty, whether
+Mr. Fogg were guilty or not.
+
+The thought then struck Passepartout, that he was the cause of this new
+misfortune! Had he not concealed Fix’s errand from his master? When Fix
+revealed his true character and purpose, why had he not told Mr. Fogg?
+If the latter had been warned, he would no doubt have given Fix proof
+of his innocence, and satisfied him of his mistake; at least, Fix would
+not have continued his journey at the expense and on the heels of his
+master, only to arrest him the moment he set foot on English soil.
+Passepartout wept till he was blind, and felt like blowing his brains
+out.
+
+Aouda and he had remained, despite the cold, under the portico of the
+Custom House. Neither wished to leave the place; both were anxious to
+see Mr. Fogg again.
+
+That gentleman was really ruined, and that at the moment when he was
+about to attain his end. This arrest was fatal. Having arrived at
+Liverpool at twenty minutes before twelve on the 21st of December, he
+had till a quarter before nine that evening to reach the Reform Club,
+that is, nine hours and a quarter; the journey from Liverpool to London
+was six hours.
+
+If anyone, at this moment, had entered the Custom House, he would have
+found Mr. Fogg seated, motionless, calm, and without apparent anger,
+upon a wooden bench. He was not, it is true, resigned; but this last
+blow failed to force him into an outward betrayal of any emotion. Was
+he being devoured by one of those secret rages, all the more terrible
+because contained, and which only burst forth, with an irresistible
+force, at the last moment? No one could tell. There he sat, calmly
+waiting—for what? Did he still cherish hope? Did he still believe, now
+that the door of this prison was closed upon him, that he would
+succeed?
+
+However that may have been, Mr. Fogg carefully put his watch upon the
+table, and observed its advancing hands. Not a word escaped his lips,
+but his look was singularly set and stern. The situation, in any event,
+was a terrible one, and might be thus stated: if Phileas Fogg was
+honest he was ruined; if he was a knave, he was caught.
+
+Did escape occur to him? Did he examine to see if there were any
+practicable outlet from his prison? Did he think of escaping from it?
+Possibly; for once he walked slowly around the room. But the door was
+locked, and the window heavily barred with iron rods. He sat down
+again, and drew his journal from his pocket. On the line where these
+words were written, “21st December, Saturday, Liverpool,” he added,
+“80th day, 11.40 a.m.,” and waited.
+
+The Custom House clock struck one. Mr. Fogg observed that his watch was
+two hours too fast.
+
+Two hours! Admitting that he was at this moment taking an express
+train, he could reach London and the Reform Club by a quarter before
+nine, p.m. His forehead slightly wrinkled.
+
+At thirty-three minutes past two he heard a singular noise outside,
+then a hasty opening of doors. Passepartout’s voice was audible, and
+immediately after that of Fix. Phileas Fogg’s eyes brightened for an
+instant.
+
+The door swung open, and he saw Passepartout, Aouda, and Fix, who
+hurried towards him.
+
+Fix was out of breath, and his hair was in disorder. He could not
+speak. “Sir,” he stammered, “sir—forgive me—most—unfortunate
+resemblance—robber arrested three days ago—you are free!”
+
+Phileas Fogg was free! He walked to the detective, looked him steadily
+in the face, and with the only rapid motion he had ever made in his
+life, or which he ever would make, drew back his arms, and with the
+precision of a machine knocked Fix down.
+
+“Well hit!” cried Passepartout, “Parbleu! that’s what you might call a
+good application of English fists!”
+
+Fix, who found himself on the floor, did not utter a word. He had only
+received his deserts. Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Passepartout left the Custom
+House without delay, got into a cab, and in a few moments descended at
+the station.
+
+Phileas Fogg asked if there was an express train about to leave for
+London. It was forty minutes past two. The express train had left
+thirty-five minutes before. Phileas Fogg then ordered a special train.
+
+There were several rapid locomotives on hand; but the railway
+arrangements did not permit the special train to leave until three
+o’clock.
+
+At that hour Phileas Fogg, having stimulated the engineer by the offer
+of a generous reward, at last set out towards London with Aouda and his
+faithful servant.
+
+It was necessary to make the journey in five hours and a half; and this
+would have been easy on a clear road throughout. But there were forced
+delays, and when Mr. Fogg stepped from the train at the terminus, all
+the clocks in London were striking ten minutes before nine.[1]
+
+
+Having made the tour of the world, he was behind-hand five minutes. He
+had lost the wager!
+
+ [1] A somewhat remarkable eccentricity on the part of the London
+ clocks!—TRANSLATOR.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXV.
+IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG DOES NOT HAVE TO REPEAT HIS ORDERS TO
+PASSEPARTOUT TWICE
+
+
+The dwellers in Saville Row would have been surprised the next day, if
+they had been told that Phileas Fogg had returned home. His doors and
+windows were still closed, no appearance of change was visible.
+
+After leaving the station, Mr. Fogg gave Passepartout instructions to
+purchase some provisions, and quietly went to his domicile.
+
+He bore his misfortune with his habitual tranquillity. Ruined! And by
+the blundering of the detective! After having steadily traversed that
+long journey, overcome a hundred obstacles, braved many dangers, and
+still found time to do some good on his way, to fail near the goal by a
+sudden event which he could not have foreseen, and against which he was
+unarmed; it was terrible! But a few pounds were left of the large sum
+he had carried with him. There only remained of his fortune the twenty
+thousand pounds deposited at Barings, and this amount he owed to his
+friends of the Reform Club. So great had been the expense of his tour
+that, even had he won, it would not have enriched him; and it is
+probable that he had not sought to enrich himself, being a man who
+rather laid wagers for honour’s sake than for the stake proposed. But
+this wager totally ruined him.
+
+Mr. Fogg’s course, however, was fully decided upon; he knew what
+remained for him to do.
+
+A room in the house in Saville Row was set apart for Aouda, who was
+overwhelmed with grief at her protector’s misfortune. From the words
+which Mr. Fogg dropped, she saw that he was meditating some serious
+project.
+
+Knowing that Englishmen governed by a fixed idea sometimes resort to
+the desperate expedient of suicide, Passepartout kept a narrow watch
+upon his master, though he carefully concealed the appearance of so
+doing.
+
+First of all, the worthy fellow had gone up to his room, and had
+extinguished the gas burner, which had been burning for eighty days. He
+had found in the letter-box a bill from the gas company, and he thought
+it more than time to put a stop to this expense, which he had been
+doomed to bear.
+
+The night passed. Mr. Fogg went to bed, but did he sleep? Aouda did not
+once close her eyes. Passepartout watched all night, like a faithful
+dog, at his master’s door.
+
+Mr. Fogg called him in the morning, and told him to get Aouda’s
+breakfast, and a cup of tea and a chop for himself. He desired Aouda to
+excuse him from breakfast and dinner, as his time would be absorbed all
+day in putting his affairs to rights. In the evening he would ask
+permission to have a few moment’s conversation with the young lady.
+
+Passepartout, having received his orders, had nothing to do but obey
+them. He looked at his imperturbable master, and could scarcely bring
+his mind to leave him. His heart was full, and his conscience tortured
+by remorse; for he accused himself more bitterly than ever of being the
+cause of the irretrievable disaster. Yes! if he had warned Mr. Fogg,
+and had betrayed Fix’s projects to him, his master would certainly not
+have given the detective passage to Liverpool, and then—
+
+Passepartout could hold in no longer.
+
+“My master! Mr. Fogg!” he cried, “why do you not curse me? It was my
+fault that—”
+
+“I blame no one,” returned Phileas Fogg, with perfect calmness. “Go!”
+
+Passepartout left the room, and went to find Aouda, to whom he
+delivered his master’s message.
+
+“Madam,” he added, “I can do nothing myself—nothing! I have no
+influence over my master; but you, perhaps—”
+
+“What influence could I have?” replied Aouda. “Mr. Fogg is influenced
+by no one. Has he ever understood that my gratitude to him is
+overflowing? Has he ever read my heart? My friend, he must not be left
+alone an instant! You say he is going to speak with me this evening?”
+
+“Yes, madam; probably to arrange for your protection and comfort in
+England.”
+
+“We shall see,” replied Aouda, becoming suddenly pensive.
+
+Throughout this day (Sunday) the house in Saville Row was as if
+uninhabited, and Phileas Fogg, for the first time since he had lived in
+that house, did not set out for his club when Westminster clock struck
+half-past eleven.
+
+Why should he present himself at the Reform? His friends no longer
+expected him there. As Phileas Fogg had not appeared in the saloon on
+the evening before (Saturday, the 21st of December, at a quarter before
+nine), he had lost his wager. It was not even necessary that he should
+go to his bankers for the twenty thousand pounds; for his antagonists
+already had his cheque in their hands, and they had only to fill it out
+and send it to the Barings to have the amount transferred to their
+credit.
+
+Mr. Fogg, therefore, had no reason for going out, and so he remained at
+home. He shut himself up in his room, and busied himself putting his
+affairs in order. Passepartout continually ascended and descended the
+stairs. The hours were long for him. He listened at his master’s door,
+and looked through the keyhole, as if he had a perfect right so to do,
+and as if he feared that something terrible might happen at any moment.
+Sometimes he thought of Fix, but no longer in anger. Fix, like all the
+world, had been mistaken in Phileas Fogg, and had only done his duty in
+tracking and arresting him; while he, Passepartout. . . . This thought
+haunted him, and he never ceased cursing his miserable folly.
+
+Finding himself too wretched to remain alone, he knocked at Aouda’s
+door, went into her room, seated himself, without speaking, in a
+corner, and looked ruefully at the young woman. Aouda was still
+pensive.
+
+About half-past seven in the evening Mr. Fogg sent to know if Aouda
+would receive him, and in a few moments he found himself alone with
+her.
+
+Phileas Fogg took a chair, and sat down near the fireplace, opposite
+Aouda. No emotion was visible on his face. Fogg returned was exactly
+the Fogg who had gone away; there was the same calm, the same
+impassibility.
+
+He sat several minutes without speaking; then, bending his eyes on
+Aouda, “Madam,” said he, “will you pardon me for bringing you to
+England?”
+
+“I, Mr. Fogg!” replied Aouda, checking the pulsations of her heart.
+
+“Please let me finish,” returned Mr. Fogg. “When I decided to bring you
+far away from the country which was so unsafe for you, I was rich, and
+counted on putting a portion of my fortune at your disposal; then your
+existence would have been free and happy. But now I am ruined.”
+
+“I know it, Mr. Fogg,” replied Aouda; “and I ask you in my turn, will
+you forgive me for having followed you, and—who knows?—for having,
+perhaps, delayed you, and thus contributed to your ruin?”
+
+“Madam, you could not remain in India, and your safety could only be
+assured by bringing you to such a distance that your persecutors could
+not take you.”
+
+“So, Mr. Fogg,” resumed Aouda, “not content with rescuing me from a
+terrible death, you thought yourself bound to secure my comfort in a
+foreign land?”
+
+“Yes, madam; but circumstances have been against me. Still, I beg to
+place the little I have left at your service.”
+
+“But what will become of you, Mr. Fogg?”
+
+“As for me, madam,” replied the gentleman, coldly, “I have need of
+nothing.”
+
+“But how do you look upon the fate, sir, which awaits you?”
+
+“As I am in the habit of doing.”
+
+“At least,” said Aouda, “want should not overtake a man like you. Your
+friends—”
+
+“I have no friends, madam.”
+
+“Your relatives—”
+
+“I have no longer any relatives.”
+
+“I pity you, then, Mr. Fogg, for solitude is a sad thing, with no heart
+to which to confide your griefs. They say, though, that misery itself,
+shared by two sympathetic souls, may be borne with patience.”
+
+“They say so, madam.”
+
+“Mr. Fogg,” said Aouda, rising and seizing his hand, “do you wish at
+once a kinswoman and friend? Will you have me for your wife?”
+
+Mr. Fogg, at this, rose in his turn. There was an unwonted light in his
+eyes, and a slight trembling of his lips. Aouda looked into his face.
+The sincerity, rectitude, firmness, and sweetness of this soft glance
+of a noble woman, who could dare all to save him to whom she owed all,
+at first astonished, then penetrated him. He shut his eyes for an
+instant, as if to avoid her look. When he opened them again, “I love
+you!” he said, simply. “Yes, by all that is holiest, I love you, and I
+am entirely yours!”
+
+“Ah!” cried Aouda, pressing his hand to her heart.
+
+Passepartout was summoned and appeared immediately. Mr. Fogg still held
+Aouda’s hand in his own; Passepartout understood, and his big, round
+face became as radiant as the tropical sun at its zenith.
+
+Mr. Fogg asked him if it was not too late to notify the Reverend Samuel
+Wilson, of Marylebone parish, that evening.
+
+Passepartout smiled his most genial smile, and said, “Never too late.”
+
+It was five minutes past eight.
+
+“Will it be for to-morrow, Monday?”
+
+“For to-morrow, Monday,” said Mr. Fogg, turning to Aouda.
+
+“Yes; for to-morrow, Monday,” she replied.
+
+Passepartout hurried off as fast as his legs could carry him.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXVI.
+IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG’S NAME IS ONCE MORE AT A PREMIUM ON ’CHANGE
+
+
+It is time to relate what a change took place in English public opinion
+when it transpired that the real bankrobber, a certain James Strand,
+had been arrested, on the 17th day of December, at Edinburgh. Three
+days before, Phileas Fogg had been a criminal, who was being
+desperately followed up by the police; now he was an honourable
+gentleman, mathematically pursuing his eccentric journey round the
+world.
+
+The papers resumed their discussion about the wager; all those who had
+laid bets, for or against him, revived their interest, as if by magic;
+the “Phileas Fogg bonds” again became negotiable, and many new wagers
+were made. Phileas Fogg’s name was once more at a premium on ’Change.
+
+His five friends of the Reform Club passed these three days in a state
+of feverish suspense. Would Phileas Fogg, whom they had forgotten,
+reappear before their eyes! Where was he at this moment? The 17th of
+December, the day of James Strand’s arrest, was the seventy-sixth since
+Phileas Fogg’s departure, and no news of him had been received. Was he
+dead? Had he abandoned the effort, or was he continuing his journey
+along the route agreed upon? And would he appear on Saturday, the 21st
+of December, at a quarter before nine in the evening, on the threshold
+of the Reform Club saloon?
+
+The anxiety in which, for three days, London society existed, cannot be
+described. Telegrams were sent to America and Asia for news of Phileas
+Fogg. Messengers were dispatched to the house in Saville Row morning
+and evening. No news. The police were ignorant what had become of the
+detective, Fix, who had so unfortunately followed up a false scent.
+Bets increased, nevertheless, in number and value. Phileas Fogg, like a
+racehorse, was drawing near his last turning-point. The bonds were
+quoted, no longer at a hundred below par, but at twenty, at ten, and at
+five; and paralytic old Lord Albemarle bet even in his favour.
+
+A great crowd was collected in Pall Mall and the neighbouring streets
+on Saturday evening; it seemed like a multitude of brokers permanently
+established around the Reform Club. Circulation was impeded, and
+everywhere disputes, discussions, and financial transactions were going
+on. The police had great difficulty in keeping back the crowd, and as
+the hour when Phileas Fogg was due approached, the excitement rose to
+its highest pitch.
+
+The five antagonists of Phileas Fogg had met in the great saloon of the
+club. John Sullivan and Samuel Fallentin, the bankers, Andrew Stuart,
+the engineer, Gauthier Ralph, the director of the Bank of England, and
+Thomas Flanagan, the brewer, one and all waited anxiously.
+
+When the clock indicated twenty minutes past eight, Andrew Stuart got
+up, saying, “Gentlemen, in twenty minutes the time agreed upon between
+Mr. Fogg and ourselves will have expired.”
+
+“What time did the last train arrive from Liverpool?” asked Thomas
+Flanagan.
+
+“At twenty-three minutes past seven,” replied Gauthier Ralph; “and the
+next does not arrive till ten minutes after twelve.”
+
+“Well, gentlemen,” resumed Andrew Stuart, “if Phileas Fogg had come in
+the 7:23 train, he would have got here by this time. We can, therefore,
+regard the bet as won.”
+
+“Wait; don’t let us be too hasty,” replied Samuel Fallentin. “You know
+that Mr. Fogg is very eccentric. His punctuality is well known; he
+never arrives too soon, or too late; and I should not be surprised if
+he appeared before us at the last minute.”
+
+“Why,” said Andrew Stuart nervously, “if I should see him, I should not
+believe it was he.”
+
+“The fact is,” resumed Thomas Flanagan, “Mr. Fogg’s project was
+absurdly foolish. Whatever his punctuality, he could not prevent the
+delays which were certain to occur; and a delay of only two or three
+days would be fatal to his tour.”
+
+“Observe, too,” added John Sullivan, “that we have received no
+intelligence from him, though there are telegraphic lines all along his
+route.”
+
+“He has lost, gentleman,” said Andrew Stuart, “he has a hundred times
+lost! You know, besides, that the ‘China’—the only steamer he could
+have taken from New York to get here in time arrived yesterday. I have
+seen a list of the passengers, and the name of Phileas Fogg is not
+among them. Even if we admit that fortune has favoured him, he can
+scarcely have reached America. I think he will be at least twenty days
+behind-hand, and that Lord Albemarle will lose a cool five thousand.”
+
+“It is clear,” replied Gauthier Ralph; “and we have nothing to do but
+to present Mr. Fogg’s cheque at Barings to-morrow.”
+
+At this moment, the hands of the club clock pointed to twenty minutes
+to nine.
+
+“Five minutes more,” said Andrew Stuart.
+
+The five gentlemen looked at each other. Their anxiety was becoming
+intense; but, not wishing to betray it, they readily assented to Mr.
+Fallentin’s proposal of a rubber.
+
+“I wouldn’t give up my four thousand of the bet,” said Andrew Stuart,
+as he took his seat, “for three thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine.”
+
+The clock indicated eighteen minutes to nine.
+
+The players took up their cards, but could not keep their eyes off the
+clock. Certainly, however secure they felt, minutes had never seemed so
+long to them!
+
+“Seventeen minutes to nine,” said Thomas Flanagan, as he cut the cards
+which Ralph handed to him.
+
+Then there was a moment of silence. The great saloon was perfectly
+quiet; but the murmurs of the crowd outside were heard, with now and
+then a shrill cry. The pendulum beat the seconds, which each player
+eagerly counted, as he listened, with mathematical regularity.
+
+“Sixteen minutes to nine!” said John Sullivan, in a voice which
+betrayed his emotion.
+
+One minute more, and the wager would be won. Andrew Stuart and his
+partners suspended their game. They left their cards, and counted the
+seconds.
+
+At the fortieth second, nothing. At the fiftieth, still nothing.
+
+At the fifty-fifth, a loud cry was heard in the street, followed by
+applause, hurrahs, and some fierce growls.
+
+The players rose from their seats.
+
+At the fifty-seventh second the door of the saloon opened; and the
+pendulum had not beat the sixtieth second when Phileas Fogg appeared,
+followed by an excited crowd who had forced their way through the club
+doors, and in his calm voice, said, “Here I am, gentlemen!”
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXVII.
+IN WHICH IT IS SHOWN THAT PHILEAS FOGG GAINED NOTHING BY HIS TOUR
+AROUND THE WORLD, UNLESS IT WERE HAPPINESS
+
+
+Yes; Phileas Fogg in person.
+
+The reader will remember that at five minutes past eight in the
+evening—about five and twenty hours after the arrival of the travellers
+in London—Passepartout had been sent by his master to engage the
+services of the Reverend Samuel Wilson in a certain marriage ceremony,
+which was to take place the next day.
+
+Passepartout went on his errand enchanted. He soon reached the
+clergyman’s house, but found him not at home. Passepartout waited a
+good twenty minutes, and when he left the reverend gentleman, it was
+thirty-five minutes past eight. But in what a state he was! With his
+hair in disorder, and without his hat, he ran along the street as never
+man was seen to run before, overturning passers-by, rushing over the
+sidewalk like a waterspout.
+
+In three minutes he was in Saville Row again, and staggered back into
+Mr. Fogg’s room.
+
+He could not speak.
+
+“What is the matter?” asked Mr. Fogg.
+
+“My master!” gasped Passepartout—“marriage—impossible—”
+
+“Impossible?”
+
+“Impossible—for to-morrow.”
+
+“Why so?”
+
+“Because to-morrow—is Sunday!”
+
+“Monday,” replied Mr. Fogg.
+
+“No—to-day is Saturday.”
+
+“Saturday? Impossible!”
+
+“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” cried Passepartout. “You have made a mistake of
+one day! We arrived twenty-four hours ahead of time; but there are only
+ten minutes left!”
+
+Passepartout had seized his master by the collar, and was dragging him
+along with irresistible force.
+
+Phileas Fogg, thus kidnapped, without having time to think, left his
+house, jumped into a cab, promised a hundred pounds to the cabman, and,
+having run over two dogs and overturned five carriages, reached the
+Reform Club.
+
+The clock indicated a quarter before nine when he appeared in the great
+saloon.
+
+Phileas Fogg had accomplished the journey round the world in eighty
+days!
+
+Phileas Fogg had won his wager of twenty thousand pounds!
+
+How was it that a man so exact and fastidious could have made this
+error of a day? How came he to think that he had arrived in London on
+Saturday, the twenty-first day of December, when it was really Friday,
+the twentieth, the seventy-ninth day only from his departure?
+
+The cause of the error is very simple.
+
+Phileas Fogg had, without suspecting it, gained one day on his journey,
+and this merely because he had travelled constantly _eastward;_ he
+would, on the contrary, have lost a day had he gone in the opposite
+direction, that is, _westward_.
+
+In journeying eastward he had gone towards the sun, and the days
+therefore diminished for him as many times four minutes as he crossed
+degrees in this direction. There are three hundred and sixty degrees on
+the circumference of the earth; and these three hundred and sixty
+degrees, multiplied by four minutes, gives precisely twenty-four
+hours—that is, the day unconsciously gained. In other words, while
+Phileas Fogg, going eastward, saw the sun pass the meridian _eighty_
+times, his friends in London only saw it pass the meridian
+_seventy-nine_ times. This is why they awaited him at the Reform Club
+on Saturday, and not Sunday, as Mr. Fogg thought.
+
+And Passepartout’s famous family watch, which had always kept London
+time, would have betrayed this fact, if it had marked the days as well
+as the hours and the minutes!
+
+Phileas Fogg, then, had won the twenty thousand pounds; but, as he had
+spent nearly nineteen thousand on the way, the pecuniary gain was
+small. His object was, however, to be victorious, and not to win money.
+He divided the one thousand pounds that remained between Passepartout
+and the unfortunate Fix, against whom he cherished no grudge. He
+deducted, however, from Passepartout’s share the cost of the gas which
+had burned in his room for nineteen hundred and twenty hours, for the
+sake of regularity.
+
+That evening, Mr. Fogg, as tranquil and phlegmatic as ever, said to
+Aouda: “Is our marriage still agreeable to you?”
+
+“Mr. Fogg,” replied she, “it is for me to ask that question. You were
+ruined, but now you are rich again.”
+
+“Pardon me, madam; my fortune belongs to you. If you had not suggested
+our marriage, my servant would not have gone to the Reverend Samuel
+Wilson’s, I should not have been apprised of my error, and—”
+
+“Dear Mr. Fogg!” said the young woman.
+
+“Dear Aouda!” replied Phileas Fogg.
+
+It need not be said that the marriage took place forty-eight hours
+after, and that Passepartout, glowing and dazzling, gave the bride
+away. Had he not saved her, and was he not entitled to this honour?
+
+The next day, as soon as it was light, Passepartout rapped vigorously
+at his master’s door. Mr. Fogg opened it, and asked, “What’s the
+matter, Passepartout?”
+
+“What is it, sir? Why, I’ve just this instant found out—”
+
+“What?”
+
+“That we might have made the tour of the world in only seventy-eight
+days.”
+
+“No doubt,” returned Mr. Fogg, “by not crossing India. But if I had not
+crossed India, I should not have saved Aouda; she would not have been
+my wife, and—”
+
+Mr. Fogg quietly shut the door.
+
+Phileas Fogg had won his wager, and had made his journey around the
+world in eighty days. To do this he had employed every means of
+conveyance—steamers, railways, carriages, yachts, trading-vessels,
+sledges, elephants. The eccentric gentleman had throughout displayed
+all his marvellous qualities of coolness and exactitude. But what then?
+What had he really gained by all this trouble? What had he brought back
+from this long and weary journey?
+
+Nothing, say you? Perhaps so; nothing but a charming woman, who,
+strange as it may appear, made him the happiest of men!
+
+Truly, would you not for less than that make the tour around the world?
+
+
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS ***
+
+
+    
+
+Updated editions will replace the previous one—the old editions will
+be renamed.
+
+Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright
+law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works,
+so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United
+States without permission and without paying copyright
+royalties. Special rules, set forth in the General Terms of Use part
+of this license, apply to copying and distributing Project
+Gutenberg™ electronic works to protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG™
+concept and trademark. Project Gutenberg is a registered trademark,
+and may not be used if you charge for an eBook, except by following
+the terms of the trademark license, including paying royalties for use
+of the Project Gutenberg trademark. If you do not charge anything for
+copies of this eBook, complying with the trademark license is very
+easy. You may use this eBook for nearly any purpose such as creation
+of derivative works, reports, performances and research. Project
+Gutenberg eBooks may be modified and printed and given away—you may
+do practically ANYTHING in the United States with eBooks not protected
+by U.S. copyright law. Redistribution is subject to the trademark
+license, especially commercial redistribution.
+
+
+START: FULL LICENSE
+
+THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE
+
+PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU DISTRIBUTE OR USE THIS WORK
+
+To protect the Project Gutenberg™ mission of promoting the free
+distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work
+(or any other work associated in any way with the phrase “Project
+Gutenberg”), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full
+Project Gutenberg™ License available with this file or online at
+www.gutenberg.org/license.
+
+Section 1. General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg™
+electronic works
+
+1.A. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg™
+electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to
+and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property
+(trademark/copyright) agreement. If you do not agree to abide by all
+the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or
+destroy all copies of Project Gutenberg™ electronic works in your
+possession. If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a
+Project Gutenberg™ electronic work and you do not agree to be bound
+by the terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person
+or entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.E.8.
+
+1.B. “Project Gutenberg” is a registered trademark. It may only be
+used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who
+agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement. There are a few
+things that you can do with most Project Gutenberg™ electronic works
+even without complying with the full terms of this agreement. See
+paragraph 1.C below. There are a lot of things you can do with Project
+Gutenberg™ electronic works if you follow the terms of this
+agreement and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg™
+electronic works. See paragraph 1.E below.
+
+1.C. The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation (“the
+Foundation” or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection
+of Project Gutenberg™ electronic works. Nearly all the individual
+works in the collection are in the public domain in the United
+States. If an individual work is unprotected by copyright law in the
+United States and you are located in the United States, we do not
+claim a right to prevent you from copying, distributing, performing,
+displaying or creating derivative works based on the work as long as
+all references to Project Gutenberg are removed. Of course, we hope
+that you will support the Project Gutenberg™ mission of promoting
+free access to electronic works by freely sharing Project Gutenberg™
+works in compliance with the terms of this agreement for keeping the
+Project Gutenberg™ name associated with the work. You can easily
+comply with the terms of this agreement by keeping this work in the
+same format with its attached full Project Gutenberg™ License when
+you share it without charge with others.
+
+1.D. The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern
+what you can do with this work. Copyright laws in most countries are
+in a constant state of change. If you are outside the United States,
+check the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this
+agreement before downloading, copying, displaying, performing,
+distributing or creating derivative works based on this work or any
+other Project Gutenberg™ work. The Foundation makes no
+representations concerning the copyright status of any work in any
+country other than the United States.
+
+1.E. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg:
+
+1.E.1. The following sentence, with active links to, or other
+immediate access to, the full Project Gutenberg™ License must appear
+prominently whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg™ work (any work
+on which the phrase “Project Gutenberg” appears, or with which the
+phrase “Project Gutenberg” is associated) is accessed, displayed,
+performed, viewed, copied or distributed:
+
+    This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most
+    other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions
+    whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms
+    of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online
+    at www.gutenberg.org. If you
+    are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws
+    of the country where you are located before using this eBook.
+  
+1.E.2. If an individual Project Gutenberg™ electronic work is
+derived from texts not protected by U.S. copyright law (does not
+contain a notice indicating that it is posted with permission of the
+copyright holder), the work can be copied and distributed to anyone in
+the United States without paying any fees or charges. If you are
+redistributing or providing access to a work with the phrase “Project
+Gutenberg” associated with or appearing on the work, you must comply
+either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 or
+obtain permission for the use of the work and the Project Gutenberg™
+trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or 1.E.9.
+
+1.E.3. If an individual Project Gutenberg™ electronic work is posted
+with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution
+must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any
+additional terms imposed by the copyright holder. Additional terms
+will be linked to the Project Gutenberg™ License for all works
+posted with the permission of the copyright holder found at the
+beginning of this work.
+
+1.E.4. Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg™
+License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this
+work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg™.
+
+1.E.5. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this
+electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without
+prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with
+active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project
+Gutenberg™ License.
+
+1.E.6. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary,
+compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including
+any word processing or hypertext form. However, if you provide access
+to or distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg™ work in a format
+other than “Plain Vanilla ASCII” or other format used in the official
+version posted on the official Project Gutenberg™ website
+(www.gutenberg.org), you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense
+to the user, provide a copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means
+of obtaining a copy upon request, of the work in its original “Plain
+Vanilla ASCII” or other form. Any alternate format must include the
+full Project Gutenberg™ License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1.
+
+1.E.7. Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying,
+performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg™ works
+unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9.
+
+1.E.8. You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing
+access to or distributing Project Gutenberg™ electronic works
+provided that:
+
+    • You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from
+        the use of Project Gutenberg™ works calculated using the method
+        you already use to calculate your applicable taxes. The fee is owed
+        to the owner of the Project Gutenberg™ trademark, but he has
+        agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the Project
+        Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. Royalty payments must be paid
+        within 60 days following each date on which you prepare (or are
+        legally required to prepare) your periodic tax returns. Royalty
+        payments should be clearly marked as such and sent to the Project
+        Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the address specified in
+        Section 4, “Information about donations to the Project Gutenberg
+        Literary Archive Foundation.”
+    
+    • You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies
+        you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he
+        does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg™
+        License. You must require such a user to return or destroy all
+        copies of the works possessed in a physical medium and discontinue
+        all use of and all access to other copies of Project Gutenberg™
+        works.
+    
+    • You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of
+        any money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the
+        electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days of
+        receipt of the work.
+    
+    • You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free
+        distribution of Project Gutenberg™ works.
+    
+
+1.E.9. If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project
+Gutenberg™ electronic work or group of works on different terms than
+are set forth in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing
+from the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the manager of
+the Project Gutenberg™ trademark. Contact the Foundation as set
+forth in Section 3 below.
+
+1.F.
+
+1.F.1. Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable
+effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread
+works not protected by U.S. copyright law in creating the Project
+Gutenberg™ collection. Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg™
+electronic works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may
+contain “Defects,” such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate
+or corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other
+intellectual property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or
+other medium, a computer virus, or computer codes that damage or
+cannot be read by your equipment.
+
+1.F.2. LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the “Right
+of Replacement or Refund” described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project
+Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project
+Gutenberg™ trademark, and any other party distributing a Project
+Gutenberg™ electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all
+liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal
+fees. YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT
+LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE
+PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH 1.F.3. YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE
+TRADEMARK OWNER, AND ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE
+LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL, DIRECT, INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE OR
+INCIDENTAL DAMAGES EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH
+DAMAGE.
+
+1.F.3. LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a
+defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can
+receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a
+written explanation to the person you received the work from. If you
+received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium
+with your written explanation. The person or entity that provided you
+with the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in
+lieu of a refund. If you received the work electronically, the person
+or entity providing it to you may choose to give you a second
+opportunity to receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund. If
+the second copy is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing
+without further opportunities to fix the problem.
+
+1.F.4. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
+in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you ‘AS-IS’, WITH NO
+OTHER WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT
+LIMITED TO WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTABILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE.
+
+1.F.5. Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
+warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of
+damages. If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement
+violates the law of the state applicable to this agreement, the
+agreement shall be interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or
+limitation permitted by the applicable state law. The invalidity or
+unenforceability of any provision of this agreement shall not void the
+remaining provisions.
+
+1.F.6. INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the
+trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone
+providing copies of Project Gutenberg™ electronic works in
+accordance with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the
+production, promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg™
+electronic works, harmless from all liability, costs and expenses,
+including legal fees, that arise directly or indirectly from any of
+the following which you do or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this
+or any Project Gutenberg™ work, (b) alteration, modification, or
+additions or deletions to any Project Gutenberg™ work, and (c) any
+Defect you cause.
+
+Section 2. Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg™
+
+Project Gutenberg™ is synonymous with the free distribution of
+electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of
+computers including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers. It
+exists because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations
+from people in all walks of life.
+
+Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the
+assistance they need are critical to reaching Project Gutenberg™’s
+goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg™ collection will
+remain freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project
+Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure
+and permanent future for Project Gutenberg™ and future
+generations. To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary
+Archive Foundation and how your efforts and donations can help, see
+Sections 3 and 4 and the Foundation information page at www.gutenberg.org.
+
+Section 3. Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation
+
+The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non-profit
+501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the
+state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal
+Revenue Service. The Foundation’s EIN or federal tax identification
+number is 64-6221541. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg Literary
+Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent permitted by
+U.S. federal laws and your state’s laws.
+
+The Foundation’s business office is located at 809 North 1500 West,
+Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887. Email contact links and up
+to date contact information can be found at the Foundation’s website
+and official page at www.gutenberg.org/contact
+
+Section 4. Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg
+Literary Archive Foundation
+
+Project Gutenberg™ depends upon and cannot survive without widespread
+public support and donations to carry out its mission of
+increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be
+freely distributed in machine-readable form accessible by the widest
+array of equipment including outdated equipment. Many small donations
+($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt
+status with the IRS.
+
+The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating
+charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United
+States. Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
+considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
+with these requirements. We do not solicit donations in locations
+where we have not received written confirmation of compliance. To SEND
+DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any particular state
+visit www.gutenberg.org/donate.
+
+While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we
+have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition
+against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who
+approach us with offers to donate.
+
+International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make
+any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from
+outside the United States. U.S. laws alone swamp our small staff.
+
+Please check the Project Gutenberg web pages for current donation
+methods and addresses. Donations are accepted in a number of other
+ways including checks, online payments and credit card donations. To
+donate, please visit: www.gutenberg.org/donate.
+
+Section 5. General Information About Project Gutenberg™ electronic works
+
+Professor Michael S. Hart was the originator of the Project
+Gutenberg™ concept of a library of electronic works that could be
+freely shared with anyone. For forty years, he produced and
+distributed Project Gutenberg™ eBooks with only a loose network of
+volunteer support.
+
+Project Gutenberg™ eBooks are often created from several printed
+editions, all of which are confirmed as not protected by copyright in
+the U.S. unless a copyright notice is included. Thus, we do not
+necessarily keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper
+edition.
+
+Most people start at our website which has the main PG search
+facility: www.gutenberg.org.
+
+This website includes information about Project Gutenberg™,
+including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary
+Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to
+subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks.
+
+