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Round the world in eighty days

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Round the world in eighty days
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Every boy's library
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Around the world in eighty days
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Verne, Jules, 1828-1905
Frith, Henry, 1840-
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MONTHLY MAGAZINES
FOR THE HOUSEHOLD.

EVERY BOY’S .MAGAZINE, 6d.
EVERY GIRL’S MAGAZINE, 6d,
LITTLE WIDEAWAKE, 3d.



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CONTENTS:



CHAPTER I. P

In which Phileas Fogg and Passe-partout Soe zelttvely, the

positions of Master and Servant 3 4
CHAPTER II.

Passe-partout is convinced that he has attained the cbject of his

ambition . : ‘ ; .

CHAPTER IIL.

Inwhich a Conversation arises which is likely to cost Phileas Fogg dear

CHAPTER IV.
In which Phileas Fogg astonishes Passe-partout . .
CHAPTER V.
In which a New Kind of Investment appears on the Stock Exchange
: CHAPTER VI.
In which Fix, the Detective, betrays some not‘unnatural Impatience
CHAPTER VIL.
Which once more shows the ee of pessvers where Policemen
are concerned . "i 6 . 8 .
CHAPTER VIII.
In which Passe-partout talks a little more than he ought to have done
CHAPTER IX.
In which the Red Sea and the Indian Ocean favour the Projects of
Phileas Fogg 7 : ' d . : ‘
CHAPTER X,
In which Passe-partout thinks himself lucky in escaping with only
the Loss of his Shoes F . . : .
Cry APTER Xt,
Showing how Phileas Fogg purchased a‘‘ Mount” ata Fabulous Price
CHAPTER XII.
Showing what happened to Phileas Iogg and his peaeaniols as
they traversed the Forest .
CHAPTER XU.
Showing how Passe-partout De once again that Fortune
favours the Brave ‘ . .
CHA Pir ER x Iv.
In which Phileas Fogg descends the charming, Vz alley of the Capes)
without noticing its Beauties . :
CHAPTER XV.
In which the Bag of Bank-notes is lightened by some Thousands of
Pounds more 3 . ‘ . : : 7 ‘
CHAPTER XVI.
Fix does not at all understand what is said to him . : .
CHAPTER XVII.
What happened on the Voyage between Singapore and Hong Kong

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4 CONTENTS.

CHAPTER XVIII. PAGE
In which Phileas Fogg, Fee One and Fix severally go each
about his own business. 7 . 118

CHA .PTER XIX.
Showing how Passe-partout took too ee an interest in his Master,

and what came of it . : . . . Saad
CHAPTER Xx.
Showing how Fix and Fogg come face to face . . . + 132

CHAPTER XXI.
Showing how the Owner of the Zawkadere nealy a the Bonus of
Two Hundred Pounds : : ; . 140
CHAPTER XXII.
Showing how Passe-partout finds out that, even at the Antipodes, it
is prudent to have Money in his Pocket . e . . - 148

CHAPTER XXIII.

In which Passe-partout's Nose gets immeasurably long . . - 156
CHAPTER XXIV.
In which the Pacific Ocean is crossed. 7 ° . . » 164

CHAPTER XXV.
A Glimpse of San Francisco-—-A Political Meeting . . . » 170
CHAPTER XXVI.
Showing how Mr. Fogg and Party journeyed in the Pacific Express 177
CHAPTER XXVII.
Showing how Passe-partout went through a Course of Mormon
History at the rate of Twenty Miles an Hour . . : » 183
CHAPTER XXVIII.
In which Passe-partout cannot make anyone listen to the pangusee
of Reason. . . . « 190
CHAPTER XXIX.
In which certain Incidents are told which are never met with See

on Railroads in the United States. 7 ’ , 200
CHAPTER XXX.
In which Phileas Fogg simply does his Duty . ' , . + 208

CHAPTER XXXL,
In which the Detective forwards Mr. Fogg's Interest considerably . 216

CHAPTER XXXII.

In which Phileas Fogg struggles against Ill-luck . . . + 222
CHAPTER XXXIII.

In which Phileas Fogg rises to the Occasion . . . . - 226
CHAPTER XXXIV.

In which Passe-partout uses Strong Language eos . + 235
CHAPTER XXXV. > :

Passe-partout obeys Orders quickly. . . 5 : ; » 238

CHAPTER XXXVI.
In which Phileas Fogg’s Name is once again at a pienium on the
Exchange’ ~. ” ‘ © 245
CHAPTER XXXVII.
Showing how Phileas Fogg gained only Mapoiness by his ‘Tour
round the World. . . ‘ 7 » 250



ROUND THE WORLD IN
EG Heya DAYS:

CHAPTER I.

In which Phileas Fogg and Passe-partout accept, relatively, the
positions of Master and Servant.

In the year of grace One thousand eight hundred
and seventy-two, the house in which Sheridan died
in 1816—viz. No. 7, Saville Row, Burlington Gardens—
was occupied by Phileas Fogg, Esq., one of the most
eccentric members of the Reform Club, though it always
appeared as if he were very anxious to avoid remark.
Phileas had succeeded to the house of one of England’s
greatest orators, but, unlike his predecessor, no one knew
anything of Fogg, who was impenetrable, though a brave
man and moving in the best society. Some people
declared that he resembled Byron—merely in appear-
ance, for he was irreproachable in tone—but still a Byron
with whiskers and moustache : an impassible Byron, who
might live a thousand years and not get old.

A thorough Briton was Phileas Fogg, though perhaps
not a Londoner. He was never seen on the Stock



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Exchange, nor at the Bank of England, nor at any of
the great City houses. No vessel with a cargo consigned
to Phileas Fogg ever entered the port of London. He
held no Government appointment. He had never been
entered at any of the Inns of Court. He had never
pleaded at the Chancery Bar, the Queen’s Bench, the
Exchequer, or the Ecclesiastical Courts. He was not
a merchant, a manufacturer, a farmer, nor a man of
business of any kind. He was not in the habit of
frequenting the Royal Institution or any other of the
learned societies of the metropolis. He was simply a
member of the “ Reform,” and that was all !

If anyone ever inquired how it was that he had
become a member of the club, the questioner was
informed that he had been put up by the Barings, with
whom he kept his account, which always showed a good
balance, and from which his cheques were regularly and
promptly honoured.

Was Phileas Fogg a rich man? Unquestionably:
But in what manner he had made his money even the
best-informed gossips could not tell, and Mr. Fogg
was the very last person from whom one would seek
to obtain information on the subject. He was never
prodigal in expenditure, but never stingy ; and whenever
his contribution towards some good or useful object
was required he gave cheerfully, and in many cases
gnonymously.

In short, he was one of the most uncommunicati¥e
of men. He talked little, and his habitual taciturnity
added to the mystery surrounding him. Nevertheless,



IN EIGHTY DAYS. 7

his life was simple and open enough, but he regulated
all his actions with a mathematical exactness which, to the
imagination of the quidnuncs, was in itself suspicious.

Had he ever travelled? It was very probable, for
no one was better informed in the science of geography.
There was apparently no out-of-the-way place concerning
which he had not some exclusive information. Occa-
sionally, in a few sentences, he would clear away the
thousand-and-one rumours which circulated in the club
concerning some lost or some nearly-forgotten traveller ;
he would point out the true probabilities ; and it really
appeared as if he were gifted with second sight, so
correctly were his anticipations justified by succeeding
events. He was a man who must have been everywhere
—in spirit at least.

One thing at any rate was certain, viz. that he had
not been absent from London for many a year. Those
with whom he was on a more intimate footing used to
declare that no one had ever seen him anywhere else but
on his way to or from his club. His only amusement
was a game of whist, varied by the perusal of the daily
papers. At whist, which was a game peculiarly fitted to
such a taciturn disposition as his, he was habitually a
winner ; but his gains always were expended in charitable
objects. Besides, it was evident to everyone that
Mr. Fogg played for the game, not for the sake ot
winning money. It was a trial of skill with him, a
combat ; but a fight unaccompanied by fatigue, and one
entailing no great exertion, and thus suiting him ® down
to the ground !”



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No one had ever credited Phileas Fogg with wife or
child, which even the most scrupulously honest people
may possess; nor even had he any near relatives or
intimate friends, who are more rare in this world. He
lived alone in his house in Saville Row, and no one
called upon him, or at any rate entered there. One
servant sufficed for him. He took all his meals at his
club, but he never shared a table with any of his
acquaintance, nor did he ever invite a stranger to
dinner. He only returned home to sleep at midnight
precisely, for he never occupied any one of the com-
fortable bedrooms provided by the ‘‘ Reform” for its
members. ‘len hours of the four-and-twenty he passed
at home, partly sleeping, partly dressing or undressing.
If he walked, it was in the entrance-hall with its mosaic
pavement, or in the circular gallery beneath the dome,
which was supported by twenty Ionic columns. Here
he would pace with measured step. When he dined or
breakfasted, all the resources of the club were taxed to
supply his table with the daintiest fare ; he was waited
upon by the gravest black-coated servants, who stepped
softly as they ministered to his wants upon a special
porcelain service and upon the most expensive damask.
His wine was contained in decanters of a now unobtain-
able mould, while his sherry was iced to the most
excellent point of refrigeration of the Wenham Lake.

If existence under such circumstances be a proof of
eccentricity, it must be confessed that something may be
said in favour of it.

The house in Saville Row, without being luxurious,



IN EIGHTY DAYS. 9

was extremely comfortable. Besides, in accordance with
the habits of the tenant, the service was reduced to a
minimum. But Phileas Fogg exacted the most rigid
punctuality on the part of his sole domestic—something
supernatural in fact. On this very day, the 2nd of
October, Fogg had given James Forster notice to leave,
because the fellow had actually brought up his master’s
shaving-water at a temperature of eighty-four instead of
eighty-six degrees Fahrenheit ; and Phileas was now look-
ing out for a successor, who was expected between eleven
and half-past.

Phileas Fogg was seated in his arm-chair, his feet
close together at the position of “attention ;” his hands
were resting on his knees, his body was drawn up; with
head erect he was watching the clock, which, by a com-
plexity of mechanism, told the hours, minutes, seconds,
the days of the week, and the month and year. As
this clock chimed half-past eleven, Mr. Fogg, according
to custom, would leave the house and walk down to
his club.

Just then a knock was heard at the door of the room,
and James Forster, the outgoing servant, appeared and
announced, “‘ The new young man” for the place.

A young fellow of about thirty entered and bowed.

“You are a Frenchman, and your name is John,
eh?” inquired Phileas Fogg.

“Jean, sir, if you have no objection,” replied the new-
comer. “Jean Passe-partout, a surname which clings to
me because I have a weakness for change. I believe I
am honest, sir; but to speak plainly, I have tried a good



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many things. I have been an itinerant, singer; a rider in a
circus, where I used to do the trapeze like Leotard and
walk the tight-rope like Blondin; then I became a pro-
fessor of gymnastics; and, finally, in order to make
myself useful, I became a fireman in Paris, and bear on
my back to this day the scars of several bad burns. But
it is five years since I left France, and wishing to enjoy a
taste of domestic life I became a valet in England. Just
now being out of a situation, and having heard that you,
sir, were the most punctual and regular gentleman in the
United Kingdom, I have come here in the hope that I
shall be able to live a quiet life and forget my name of
Jack-of-all-trades—Passe-partout !”

“ Passe-partout suits me,” replied Mr. Fogg. “TI
have heard a very good character of you, and you have
been well recommended. You are aware of my con-
ditions of service ?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Very well. What o’clock do you make it ?”

“ Twenty-two minutes past eleven,” replied the valet,
as he consulted an enormous silver watch.

You are too slow,” said Mr, Fogg.

“Excuse me, sir, that is impossible !”

“You are four minutes too slow. Never mind, it is
enough to note the error. Now from this moment,
twenty-nine minutes past eleven o’clock in the forenoon
upon this 2nd of October, 1872, you are in my service |”

As he spoke, Phileas Fogg rose from his chair, took
up his hat, put it on his head as an automaton might
have done, and left the room without another word.



IN EIGHTY DAYS. Sat

Passe-partout heard the street-door shut; it was his
new master who had gone out. Shortly afterwards he
heard it shut again—that was his predecessor, James
Forster, departing in his turn.

Passe-partout was then left alone in the house in
Saville Row.

CHAPTER II.

Passe-partout is convinced that he has attained the object of his
ambition.

“Fair,” muttered Passe-partout, who for the moment
felt rather in a flutter; “faith, I have seen creatures at
Madame Tussaud’s quite as lively as my new master.”

Madame Tussaud’s “ creatures” are all of wax, and
only want the power of speech.

During the short period that Passe-partout had been
in Mr. Fogg’s presence, he had carefully scrutinised his
future master. He appeared to be about forty years of
age, with a fine face; a tall and well-made man, whose
figure was not too stout. He had light hair and whiskers,
a clear brow, a somewhat pale face, and splendid teeth.
He appeared to possess in a very marked degree that
attribute which physiognomists call “repose in action,” a
faculty appertaining to those whose motto is ‘“ Deeds, not



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words.” Calm and phlegmatic, with a clear and steady
eye, he was the perfect type of those cool Englishmen
whom one meets so frequently in the United Kingdom,
and whom Angelica Kauffmann has so wonderfully por-
trayed. Mr. Fogg gave one the idea of being perfectly
balanced, like a perfect chronometer, and as well regu-
lated. He was, in fact, the personification of exactness,
which was evident in the very expression of his hands
and feet ; for amongst men, as amongst the lower animals,
the members are expressive of certain passions.

Phileas Fogg was one of those mathematical people
who, never in a hurry, and always ready, are economical
of their movements. He never made even one step too
many; he always took the shortest cut ; he never wasted
a glance, nor permitted himself a superfluous gesture.
No one had ever seen him agitated or moved by any
emotion. He was the last man in the world to hurry
himself, but he always arrived in time. He lived quite
alone, and, so to speak, outside the social scale. He
knew that in life there is a great deal of friction ; and as
friction always retards progress, he never rubbed against
anybody.

As for Jean, who called himself Passe-partout, he
was a Parisian of the Parisians. He had been for five
years in England, and had taken service in London as
a valet-de-chambre, during which period he had in vain
sought for such a master as Mr. Fogg.

Passe-partout was not one of those Frontii or
Mascarilles, who, with high shoulders and snubbed noses,
and plenty of assurance, are nothing more than impudent



IN EIGHTY DAYS. 13

dunces; he was a good fellow, with a pleasant face,
somewhat full lips, always ready to eat or to kiss, with one
of those g:od round heads that one likes to see on the
shoulders of one’s friends. He had bright blue eyes,
was somewhat stout, but very muscular, and possessed of
great strength. He wore his hair in a somewhat
tumbled fashion. If sculptors of antiquity were aware
of eighteen ways of arranging the hair of Minerva,
Passe-partout knew but one way of doing his, namely,
with three strokes of a comb.

We will not go as far as to predict how the man’s
nature would accord with Mr. Foge’s. It was a question
whether Passe-partout was the exact sort of servant to
suit such a master. Experience only would show. After
having passed his youth in such a vagabond manner, he
looked forward to some repose.

Having heard of the proverbial method and coolness
of the English gentleman, he had come to seek his
fortune in England; but up to the present time fate had
been adverse, He had tried six situations, but remained
in none. In all of them he had found either a
whimsical, an irregular, or a restless master, which did
not suit Passe-partout. His last master, the young Lord
Longsferry, M.P.,-after passing the evening in the Hay-
market, was carried home on the policemen’s shoulders.
Passe-partout, wishing above all things to respect his
master, remonstrated in a respectful manner ; but as his
expostulations were so ill received, he took his leave.
Tt was at that time that he heard Phileas Fogg was in
search of a servant, and he presented himself for the



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situation. A gentleman whose life was so regular,
who never stayed away from home, who never travelled,
who never was absent even for a day, was the very master
for him, so he presented himself and was engaged, as we
have seen.

Thus it came to pass that at halfpast eleven o’clock,
Passe-partout found himself alone in the house in Saville
Row. He immediately commenced to look about him,
and search the house from cellar to garret. This well-
arranged, severe, almost puritanical house pleased him
very much. It appeared to him like the pretty shell of
asnail; but a snail’s shell lighted and warmed with gas
would serve for both those purposes. He soon dis-
covered the room he was to occupy, and was quite
satisfied. Electric bells and indiarubber speaking-tubes
put him into communication with the rooms below.
Upon the chimney-piece stood an electric clock, which
kept time exactly with that in Phileas Fogg’s bedroom.

“This will suit me exactly,” said Passe-partout to
himself.

He also remarked in his room a notice fixed above
the clock. It was the programme of his daily duties.
It included the whole details of the service from eight
o’clock in the morning, the hour at which Mr. Fogg
invariably arose, to halfpast eleven, when he left the
house to breakfast at the Reform Club. It comprised
everything—the tea and toast at twenty-three minutes
past eight, the shaving-water at thirty-seven minutes past
nine, and his attendance at his master’s toilet at twenty
minutes to ten, andso on, Then from half-past eleven A.M.



IN EIGHTY DAYS, 15

until midnight, when the methodical Fogg retiréd to
bed, everything was noted down and arranged for.
Passe-partout joyfully set himself to study the pro-
gramme and to master its contents,

Mr. Fogg’s wardrobe was well stocked and wonder-
fully arranged. Every pair of trousers, coat, or waistcoat
bore a number, which was also noted in a register of
entries and exits, indicating the date on which, accord-
ing to the season, the clothes were to be worn. ‘There
were even relays of shoes and boots.

In fact, in this house in Saville Row, which had been
a temple of disorder in the days of the illustrious but
dissipated Sheridan, cosiness reigned supreme. ‘There
was no library and no books, which would have been
useless to Mr. Fogg, since there were two reading-rooms
at the Reform Club. In his bedroom was a small safe,
perfectly burglar and fire proof, There were no firearms
nor any other weapons in the house; everything pro-
claimed the owner to be a man of peaceable habits.

After having examined the house thoroughly, Passe-
partout rubbed his hands joyously, a genial smile over-
spread his rounded face, and he muttered :

“This suits me completely. It is the very thing,
We understand each other thoroughly, Mr. Fogg and I.
He is a thoroughly regular and domestic man, a true
machine, Well, I am not sorry to serve a machine.”



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CHAPTER IIL

In which a Conversation arises which is likely to cost Phileas
Fogg dear,

Puiteas Foce left home at half-past eleven, and having
placed his right foot before his left exactly five hundred
and seventy-five times, and his left foot before his right
five hundred and seventy-six times, he arrived at the
Reform Club in Pall Mall, and immediately went up to
the dining-room and took his place at his usual table,
where his breakfast awaited him. The meal was com-
posed of one “ side-dish,” a delicious little bit of boiled
fish, a slice of underdone roast beef with mushrooms, a
rhubarb and gooseberry tart, and some Cheshire cheese ;
the whole washed down with several cups of excellent
tea, for which the Reform Club is celebrated.

At forty-seven minutes after twelve he rose from
table and went into the drawing-room ; there the servant
handed him an uncut copy of Zhe Times, which Phileas
Fogg folded and cut with a dexterity which denoted a
practised hand. The perusal of this journal occupied
him till a quarter to four, and then Z%e Standard sufficed
till dinner-time. This repast was eaten under the same
conditions as his breakfast, and at twenty minutes to
six he returned to the saloon and read Zhe Morning
Chronicle.

About half an hour later, several of Mr. Foge’s friends
entered the room and collected round the fireplace.



IN EIGHTY DAYS. 17

These gentlemen were his usual partners at whist, and,
like him, were all inveterate players.

They comprised Andrew Stuart, an engineer; the
bankers, John Sullivan and Samuel Fallentin; Thomas
Flanagan, the brewer ; and Gauthier Ralph, one of the
directors of the Bank of England ;—all rich, and men of
consequence, even in that club which comprised so
many men of mark.

“Well, Ralph,” asked Thomas Flanagan, ‘ what
about this robbery ?”

- “The bank must lose the money,” replied Stuart.

“On the contrary,” replied Ralph, “I am in hopes
that. we shall be able to put our hand upon the thief.
We have detectives in America and Europe, at all the
principal ports, and it will be no easy matter for him to
escape the clutches of the law.”

“Then you have the robber’s description, of course,”
said Andrew Stuart.

“In the first place he is not a thief at all,” replied
Ralph seriously.

“What do you mean? Is not a man a thief who
takes away fifty-five thousand pounds in bank-notes?”

“No,” replied Ralph.

“He is then a man of business, I suppose?” said
Sullivan.

“ The Morning Chronicle assures mehe is a gentleman.”

This last observation was uttered by Phileas Fogg,
whose head rose up from the sea of papers surrounding
him, and then Phileas got up and exchanged greetings
with his acquaintances.



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The subject of conversation was a robbery, which
was in everyone’s mouth, and had been committed three
days previously—viz. on the 29th of September. A pile
of bank-notes, amounting to the enormous sum of fifty-
five thousand pounds, had been stolen from the counter
at the Bank of England.

The astonishing part of the matter was that the
robbery had been so easily accomplished, and as Ralph,
who was one of the deputy-governors, explained, that
when the fifty-five thousand pounds were stolen, the
cashier was occupied in carefully registering the receipt
of three shillings and sixpence, and of course could not
have his eyes in every direction at once.

It may not be out of place here to remark, which in
some measure may account for the robbery, that the
Bank of England trusts greatly in the honesty of the

‘public. There are no guards, or commissionaires, or
gratings; gold, silver, and notes are all exposed freely,
and, so to speak, at the mercy of the first-comer. No
one’s honesty is suspected. Take the following instance,
related by one of the closest observers of English cus
toms. This gentleman was one day in one of the parlours
of the Bank, and had the curiosity to take up and closely-
examine a nugget of gold weighing seven or eight pounds,
which was lying on the table. Having examined the
ingot, he passed it to his neighbour, he to the next man;
and so the gold went from hand to hand quite down to
the dark entry, and was not returned for quite half an

hour, and all the time the bank official had not raised his
head.



IN EIGHTY DAYS. 19

But on the 29th of September things did not work so
nicely; the pile of bank-notes was not returned; and
when the hands of the magnificent clock in the drawing-
office pointed to the hour of five, at which time the bank
is closed, the sum of fifty-five thousand pounds was
written off to “ profit and loss,”

When it was certain that a robbery had been com-
mitted, the most skilful detectives were sent down to
Liverpool and Glasgow and other principal ports, also to
Suez, Brindisi, New York, &c., with promises of a reward
of two thousand pounds, and five per cent. on the
amount recovered. In the meantime, inspectors were
appointed to observe scrupulously all travellers arriving
at and departing from the several seaports.

Now there was some reason to suppose, as Zhe
Morning Chronicle put it, that the thief did not belong
to a gang, for during the 29th of September a well-
dressed gentlemanly man had been observed in the
bank, near where the robbery had been perpetrated.
An exact description of this person was fortunately
obtained, and supplied to all the detectives; and so
some sanguine persons, of whom Ralph was one, be-
lieved the thief could not escape.

As may be imagined, nothing else was talked about
just then. The probabilities of success and failure were
warmly discussed in the newspapers, so it was not sur-
prising that the members of the Reform Club should
talk about it, particularly as one of the deputy-governors
of the bank was present.

Ralph did not doubt that the search would be

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successful because of the amount of the reward, which
would probably stimulate the zeal of the detectives. But
Andrew Stuart was of a different opinion, and the dis-
cussion was continued between these gentlemen during
their game of whist. Stuart was Flanagan’s partner, and
Fallentin was Fogg’s. While they played they did not
talk ; but between the rubbers the subject cropped up
again.

“Well,” said Stuart, “I maintain that the chances
are in favour of the thief, who must be a sharp one.”

“ But,” replied Ralph, “there is no place a fellow
can go to.”

“ Oh, come !”

“ Well, where can he go to?”

“T can’t tell,” replied Stuart ; “ but the world is big
enough, at any rate.”

“Tt used to be,” said Phileas Fogg, in an undertone,
“Cut, if you please,” he added, handing the cards to
Flanagan.

Conversation was then suspended, but after the
rubber Stuart took it up again, saying:

“What do you mean by ‘used to be?’ Has the
world grown smaller, then ?”

“Of course it has,” replied Ralph. “I am of
Mr. Fogg’s opinion ; the world has grown smaller, inas-
much as one can go round it ten times quicker than you
could a hundred years ago. That is the reason why, in
the present case, search will be more rapid, and render
the escape of the thief easier.”

“Your lead, Mr. Stuart,” said Fogg.



IN EIGHTY DAYS. 21

But the incredulous Stuart was not convinced, and
he again returned to the subject.

“T must say, Mr. Ralph,” he continued, “that you
have found an easy way that the world has grown smaller,
because one now go round it in three months.”

“In eighty days only,” said Phileas Fogg.

“That is a fact, gentlemen,” added John Sullivan.
“You can make the tour of the world in eighty days,
now that the section of the Great Indian Peninsular
Railway is opened between Rothal and Allahabad, and
here is the estimate made by Zhe Morning Chronicle:

T.ondon to Suez, by Mont Cenis and

Brindisi, Rail and Steamer . 7 days.
Suez to Bombay, by Steamer . Sael3 bass
Bombay to Calcutta, by Rail . oe Sp

Calcutta to Hong Kong, by Steamer 13. ,,
Hong Kong to Yokohama, by
Steamer... : : . 6
Yokohama to San Francisco, by
Steamer . : : : ame 2'2
San Francisco to New York, by Rail 7 ,,
New York to London, Steam and
Rail ° ° . . ° 9 ”

Total . 80 days.”

“Yes, eighty days!” exclaimed Stuart, who, being
absorbed in his calculations, made a mis-deal; “but that



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estimate does not take into consideration bad weather,
head-winds, shipwreck, railway accidents, &c.”

“ They are all included,” remarked Fogg, as he con-
tinued to play, for this time the conversation did not
cease with the deal.

“ Even if the Hindoos or Indians take up the rails ?
Suppose they stop the trains, pillage the baggage-waggons,
and scalp the travellers?”

“ All included,” replied Fogg quietly. ‘Two trumps,”
he added, as he won the tricks.

Stuart, who was “pony,” collected the cards, and
said: “No doubt you are.right in theory, Mr. Fogg, but
in practice u

“Tn practice too, Mr. Stuart.”

“T should like to see you do it.”

“Tt only rests with you. Let us go together.”

“ Heaven forbid,” cried Stuart ; “ but I will bet you
a cool four thousand that such a journey, under such
conditions, is impossible.”

“On the contrary, it is quite possible,” replied
Mr. Fogg.

“ Well, then, why don’t you do it?”

“Go round the world in eighty days, do you
mean?”

SeVieShs

T will.”

“When?” ;

“At once; only I give you warning I shall do it at
your expense.”

“Oh, this is all nonsense,” replied Stuart, who began





IN EIGHTY DAYS. 23

to feel a little vexed at Foge’s persistence; “let us
continue the game.”

“You had better deal, then ; that was a mis-deal.”

Andrew Stuart took up the cards, and suddenly put
them down again.

‘Look here, Mr. Fogg,” he said; “if you like, I will
bet you four thousand.”

“My dear Stuart,” said Fallentin, “don’t be ridiculous ;
it is only a joke.”

* When I say I will bet,” said Stuart, “ I mean it.”

“ All right,” said Mr. Fogg; then, turning towards
the others, he said: “I have twenty thousand pounds
deposited at Baring’s. I will willingly risk that sum.”

“Twenty thousand pounds!” exclaimed Sullivan ;
“why, the slightest accident might cause you to lose the
whole of it. Anything unforeseen

“The unforeseen does not exist,” replied Fogg
simply.

“ But, Mr. Fogg, this estimate of eighty days is the
very least time in which the journey can be accomplished.”

“A minimum well employed is quite sufficient.”

“But to succeed you must pass from railways to
steamers, from steamers to railivays, with. mathematical



accuracy.”

“T will be mathematically accurate.”

“Oh, this is a joke !”

‘A true Englishman never jokes when he has a stake
depending on the matter. I bet twenty thousand against
any of you that I will make the tour of the world in
eighty days or less; that is to say, in nineteen hundred



24 ROUND THE WORLD

and twenty hours, or a hundred and fifteen thousand
two hundred minutes. Will you take me?”

“Wedo,” replied the others, after consultation together.

“Very well, then,” said Fogg, “the Dover mail starts
at 8.45; I will go by it.”

“ This evening ?” said Stuart.

“Ves, this evening,” replied Fogg. Then, referring
to a pocket almanack, he added: ‘“ This is Wednesday,
the 2nd of .October; I shall be due in London, in this
room, on Saturday, the 21st of December, at a quarter
to nine in the evening, or, in default, the twenty thousand
at Baring’s, to.my credit, will be yours, gentlemen. Here
is my cheque for that sum.”

A memorandum of the conditions of the bet was
made and signed by all parties concerned. Phileas Fog
was as cool as ever. “He had certainly not bet to
win the money, and he had only bet twenty thousand
pounds, half of his fortune, because he foresaw that he
would probably have to spend the other half to enable
him to carry out this difficult if not actually impossible
feat. His opponents appeared quite agitated, not on
account of the value of their stake, but because they had
some misgivings and scruples about betting under such
conditions.

Seven o’clock struck, and it was suggested that the
game should stop, while Mr. Fogg made his preparations
for the journey.

“T am always ready,” replied this impassible gentle-
man, as he dealt the cards. ‘ Diamonds are trumps,”
he added ; “your lead, Mr. Stuart.”



IN EIGHTY DAYS. 25

CHAPTER IV.

In which Phileas Fogg astonishes Passe-partout.

At twenty-five minutes past seven, Phileas Fogg,
having won twenty guineas at whist, took leave of his
friends and left the club. At ten minutes to eight he
reached home.

Passe-partout, who had conscientiously studied his pro-
gramme, was astonished to see Mr. Fogg appear at such
an unusual hour, for, according to all precedent, he was
not due in Saville Row till midnight.

Phileas Fogg went straight up to his room and called
for Passe-partout.

Passe-partout did notreply. It was evident this could
not refer to him, it was not time.

“ Passe-partout,” cried Mr. Fogg again, but without
raising his voice; “this is the second time I have called
you,” said Mr. Fogg.

“But it is not midnight,” replied Passe-partout, pro-
ducing his watch.

“T know that,” replied Fogg, “and I do not blame
you. We start for Dover and Calais in ten minutes.”

A sort of grimace contracted the Frenchman’s round
face; he evidently did not understand.

“ Are you going out, sir,” he asked.

“Yes,” replied his master; “we are going around
the world.”

Passe-partout at this announcement opened his eyes



26 ROUND THE WORLD

to their greatest extent, held up his arms, and looked the
picture of stupefied astonishment.

“ Around the world!” he muttered.

“In eighty days,” replied Mr. Fogg; “so we have
not a moment to lose.”

“ But the luggage,” said Passe-partout, who was wag-
ging his head unconsciously from side to side.

“We want no luggage; a carpet-bag will do. Pack
up two night-shirts and three pairs of socks, and the same
for yourself. We will buy what we want as we go along.
Bring my mackintosh and travelling-cloak down with
you, and a couple of pairs of strong boots, although we
shall have little or no walking. Look alive.”

Passe-partout wished to speak, but could not. He
left his master’s bedroom, and went upstairs to his own,
fell into a chair, and exclaimed :

“Well, this is coming it pretty strong, and for me
too, who wanted to be quiet !”

Mechanically he set about making preparations for
departure. Around the world in eighty days! Had he
engaged himself with a maniac? No—it was only a
joke. But they were going to Dover and to Calais, So
far so good. After all, he did not object to that very
much, for it was five years since he had seen his native
land. Perhaps they would even go on to Paris, and he
would be delighted to see the capital again. No doubt
a gentleman so economical of his steps would stop there ;
but on the other hand, this hitherto very domestic gentle-
man was leaving home. That was a fact.

At eight o’clock Passe-partout had packed the small



-IN EIGHTY DAYS, 27

bag which now contained his master’s luggage and his
own, and in a very troubled frame of mind he quitted his
room, closed the door carefully, and went downstairs to
Mr. Fogg,

That gentleman was quite ready. Under his arm he
carried a copy of “ Bradshaw’s Continental Guide.” He
took the small bag from Passe-partout, opened it, and
placed therein a bulky roll of bank-notes, which will pass
in any country.

“You are sure you have not forgotten anything?” he
asked.

“Quite sure, sir.”

“You have my mackintosh and travelling-cloak ? ”

“ Here they are, sir.”

“Allright, take the bag;” and Mr. Fogg handed it
back to the man. “You had better take care of it,” he
added, “‘ there are twenty thousand pounds in it.”

Passe-partout nearly let the bag fall, as if it were
weighted with the twenty thousand pounds in gold.

Master and man went downstairs together; the
door was shut and double-locked. Phileas called
a cab from the bottom of Saville Row, and drove
to Charing Cross Station. It was twenty minutes
past eight when they reached the railway. Passe-
partout jumped out. His master followed, and
paid the cabman. At this moment a poor beggar-
woman, carrying a baby, looking very miserable with
her naked feet and tattered appearance, approached
Mr. Fogg, and asked for alms,

Mr. Fogg drew from his waistcoat-pocket the twenty



28 ROUND THE WORLD

guineas he had won at whist, and handing them to the
beggar-voman, said: “Take these, my good woman. I
am glad I have met you.” He then entered the station.

_ This action of his master brought the tears into
Passe-partout’s susceptible eyes. Mr. Fogg had risen in
his estimation. That eccentric individual now told him
to take two first-class tickets for Paris, and as he turned
round he perceived his five friends from the Reform Club.

“ Well, gentlemen, you see I am about to start, and
the visas on my passport on my return will convince you
that I have performed the journey.”

“Oh, Mr. Fogg,” replied Gauthier Ralph politely,
“that is quite unnecessary. ‘We believe you to be a.man
of your word.”

“ All the better,” was Foge’s reply.

“You won’t forget when you have to come back,”
observed Stuart.

“In eighty days,” replied Mr. Fogg. “On Saturday,
the 21st day of December, 1872, at forty-five minutes past
eight in the evening. Aw revoir, gentlemen.”

At twenty minutes to nine Phileas Foge and his
servant took their places in the train, At 8.45 the
engine whistled and the train started.

The night was dark, and a fine rain was Elling!
Mr. Fogg was comfortably settled in his corner, and did
not say a word. Passe-partout, still rather in a state of
stupefaction, mechanically gripped the bag with the bank-
notes.

But scarcely had the train rushed through oe
than Passe-partout uttered a cry of despair.



iN EIGHTY DAYS. 29

“ What is the matter with you?” asked Mr. Fogg.

“Oh dear me! In my hurry I quite forgot 2

“What?”

“T forgot to turn the gas off in my room !”

“Very well, my lad,” replied Mr. Fogg coolly, ‘ then
it must burn while we are away—at your expense.”



CHAPTER V.
In which a New Kind of Investment appears on the Stock Exchange,

Wuen Phileas Fogg quitted London, he had no
doubt that his departure would create a great sensation.
The report of the bet spread from the club to outsiders,
and so to all the newspapers in the United Kingdom.

This question of going round the world in eighty
days was commented upon, discussed, and dissected,
and argued as much as the Alabama Claims had been.
Some agreed with Phileas Fogg, but the majority were
against him. To accomplish the tour in fact was an
impossibility, under the present system of communication.
It was sheer madness.

The Times, The Standard, The Morning Chronicle, and
twenty other respectable journals gave their verdict
against Mr. Foge. Zhe Daily Telegraph was the only



30 ROUND THE WORLD

paper that to a certain extent supported him. Phileas
Fogg was generally looked upon as a maniac, and his
friends at the Reform Club were much blamed for
having taken up the wager, which only betrayed the
want of brain of its proposer.

Extremely passionate but logical articles were written
upon the question. We all know the interest that the
English take in any geographical problem, and readers
of every class devoured the columns in which Mr. Fogg’s
expedition was debated.

For the first few days some bold spitits principally
women, espoused his cause, particularly when Zze Lus-
trated London News published his portrait, and certain
gentlemen went so far as to say: “Well, why should he
not after all? More extraordinary things have happened.”
These were chiefly readers of Zhe Datly Telegraph, but
they very soon felt that that journal itself began to waver.

On the 7th of October a long article appeared in the
proceedings of the Royal Geographical Society, the
writer of which treated the question from all points of
view, and clearly demonstrated the futility of the enter-
prise. According to that article, everything was against
the traveller—all obstacles material and physical were
against him. In order to succeed, it was necessary to
admit miraculous concordance in the hours of the arrival
and departure of trains and ships—a concordance which
could not and did not exist. In Europe perhaps he
might be able to reckon upon the punctuality of trains,
but when three days are occupied in crossing India, and
seven in traversing the American continent, how was it



IN EIGHTY DAYS. 31

possible that he could count upon absolute success?
Were not accidents to machinery, runnings off the rails,
collisions, bad weather, or snowdrifts all against Phileas
Fogg? On board ship in winter-time he would be at
the mercy of hurricanes or contrary winds. Even the
best steamers of the transoceanic lines experience a
delay of sometimes two or three days. Now, if only
one such delay occurred, the chain of communication
would be irreparably severed. If Phileas Fogg lost a
steamer by only a few hours, he would be obliged to
wait for the following boat; and that fact alone would
imperil the success of the whole undertaking.

This article made a great sensation. It was copied
into almost all the papers, and the “shares” of Phileas
Fogg fell in proportion.

For the first few days after his departure a good deal
of money was laid on the success or failure of the enter-
prise. Everyone knows that people in England are
great gamblers; it comes natural to them. So the
public all went into the speculation. Phileas Fogg.
became a sort of favourite, as in horse-racing. He was
of a certain value on the Stock Exchange. Fogg bonds
were offered at par or at a premium, and enormous
speculations were entered into. But five days after his
departure, subsequently to the appearance of the article
above quoted, the bonds were at a discount, and they
were offered to anybody who would take them,

One supporter was still left to him, and that the
paralytic Lord Albemarle. This worthy gentleman, who
was unable to leave his chair, would have given his whole



32 ROUND THE WORLD

fortune to have made the tour of the world, even in ten
years, and he had laid fifty thousand pounds on Phileas
Fogg; and when people explained to him at the same
time the folly and uselessness of the expedition, he would
merely reply: “If the thing can be done, the first man
to do it ought to be an Englishman.”

Now as things were, the partisans of Phileas Fogg
were becoming fewer by degrees and beautifully less.
Everybody, and not without reason, was against him.
People would only take fifty or even two hundred to
one, when, seven days after his departure, a quite un-
expected incident deprived him of support at any price.
In fact, at nine o’clock on the evening of the seventh
day, the Chief Inspector of Metropolitan Police received
the following telegram :

‘From Fix, Detective, Suez,

To Rowan, Commissioner of Police, Scotland Yard.

“T have traced the bank-robber, Phileas Fogg.
Send immediately authority for arrest to Bombay.—F 1x.”

The effect of this despatch was immediately ap-
parent. The honourable man gave place to the “ bank-
robber.” His photograph, deposited in the Reform Club
with those of other members, was narrowly scrutinised.
It appeared to be, feature by feature, the very man
whose description had been already furnished to the
police. People now began to recollect Fogg’s mys-
terious manner, his solitary habits, and his sudden



IN EIGHTY DAYS. 33

departure. He must be the culprit, and it was evident
that under the pretext of a voyage round the world,
under shelter of a ridiculous bet, he had no other end in
view but to throw the detectives off the scent.

CHAPTER VI.

In which Fix, the Detective, betrays some not'unnatural Impatience,

THE circumstances under which the foregoing telegram
had been despatched were as follows:

On Wednesday, the 29th of October, the Peninsular
and Oriental Company’s steamer JZongolia was being
anxiously expected at Suez. This vessel made the
passage between Brindisi and Bombay through the Suez
Canal. She is one of the swiftest of the Company’s
vessels, and her usual speed is ten knots an hour between
Brindisi and Suez, and nine and a half between Suez
and Bombay, and sometimes even more.

Pending the arrival of the AZongolia, two men were
walking together up and down the quay in the midst of
the crowd of natives and visitors who thronged the little
town, which, thanks to the enterprise of M. de Lesseps,
was becoming a considerable place. One of these men
was the British Consular Agent at Suez, who, in spite of

c



34 ROUND THE WORLD

the prophecies of the English Government, and the
unfavourable opinion of Stephenson the engineer, beheld
daily English ships passing through the canal, thus
shortening by one-half the old route to India round the
Cape.

The other was a small thin man with a nervous
intelligent face. Beneath his long eyelashes his eyes
sparkled brightly, and at that moment he was displaying
unquestionable signs of impatience, moving hither and
thither, quite unable to keep still for one moment.

This man was Fix, the English detective, who had
been sent out in consequence of the bank robbery. He
carefully scrutinised every traveller, and if one of them
bore any resemblance to the culprit he would be arrested.
Two days previously, Fix had received from London the
description of the criminal. It was that of the well-
dressed person who had been observed in the bank.

The detective was evidently inspired by the hope of
obtaining the large reward offered, and was awaiting
the arrival of the Mongolia with much impatience
accordingly.

“So you say that the steamer is never behind its
time,” remarked Mr. Fix to the Consul.

“No,” replied the other. “She was signalled off Port
Said yesterday, and the length of the Canal is nothing to
such a vessel as she is. I repeat that the AZongolia has
always gained the twenty-five pounds allowance granted
by the Government for every advance of twenty-four
hours on the regulation time.”

“Does she come from Brindisi direct ?” asked Fix.



IN EIGHTY DAYS. 35

“Ves, direct. She takes the Indian mails on board
there. She left on Saturday afternoon at five o’clock.
So be patient. She will not be late. But I really do
not see how you will be able to recognise your man from
the description you have, even supposing he be on
board.” .

“One knows him by instinct more than by feature,”
replied Fix; “by scent, as it were, more than sight. I
have had to do with more than one of these gentlemen
in my time, and if the thief be on board I guarantee he
will not slip through my fingers.”

“T hope you will catch him—it is a big
robbery.”

“ First-rate,” replied Fix enthusiastically ; “ fifty-five
thousand pounds. We don’t often have such a windfall
as that. These sort of fellows are becoming scarce. The
family of Jack Sheppard has died out—people get
‘lagged’ now for a few shillings.”

“You speak like an enthusiast, Mr. Fix,” replied the
Agent, “and I hope you will succeed, but I fear under
the circumstances you will find it very difficult. Be-
sides, after all, the description you have received might
be that of a very honest man.”

.“ Great criminals always do resemble honest men,”
replied the detective dogmatically. “You must under-
stand that ruffianly-looking fellows would not have a
chance. hey must remain honest or they would be
arrested at once. It is the honest appearance that we
are obliged to unmask; it is a difficult thing, I confess,
and one that really is an art.”



36 ROUND THE WORLD

It was evident that Mr. Fix thought a good deai of
his profession.

Meanwhile the bustle on the quay increased. Sailors
of all nations, merchants, porters, and fellahs were
crowding together. The steamer was evidently expected
shortly.

It was a beautiful day and the east wind cooled the
air. ‘The rays of the sun lighted up the distant minarets
of the town. Towards the south the long jetty extended
into the roadstead. A crowd of fishing-boats dotted the
waters of the Red Sea, and amongst them one could
perceive some ships of the ancient build of galleys.

Fix kept moving about amongst the crowd, scruti-
nising professionally the countenances of its component
members.

It was half-past ten o’clock.

“This steamer is not coming,” he said, as he heard
the clock strike.

“Tt can’t be far off,” said the Consul.

“ How long will she stop at Suez?” said Fix.

‘“ Four hours, to take her coal on board. From Suez
to Aden it is thirteen hundred and ten miles, so she is to
take in a good supply.”

“ And from Suez the boat goes directly to Bombay >?”
asked Fix.

“ Direct, without breaking bulk.”

“Well,” said Fix, “if the thief has taken this route,
and by this steamer, it will no doubt be his little game to
land at Suez, so as to reach the Dutch or French posses-
sions in Asia by some other route. He must know very



IN EIGHTY DAYS. 37

well that he would not be safe in India, which is British
territory.”

' “JT don’t think he can be a very sharp fellow,” replied
the Consul, “for London is the best place to hide in,
after all.”

The Consul having thus given the detective some-
thing to think about, went away to his office close by.
The detective, now alone, became more and more impa-
tient, as he had some peculiar presentiment that the
robber was on board the Jongolia ; and if he had left
England with the intention to gain the new world, the
route v/é India, being less open to observation, or more
difficult to watch than the Atlantic route, would naturally
be the one chosen.

The detective was not left long to his reflections. A
succession of shrill whistles denoted the approach of the
steamer. The whole crowd of porters and fellahs hurried
towards the quay in a manner somewhat distressing for
the limbs and clothes of the lookers-on. A number of
boats also put off to meet the AZongolia.

Her immense hull was soon perceived passing between
the banks of the Canal, and as eleven o’clock was striking
she came to an anchor in the roadstead, while a cloud of
steam was blown off from her safety-valves.

There were a great number of passengers on board.
Some of them remained upon the bridge, admiring the
view, but the greater number came ashore in the boats,
which had put off to meet the vessel.

Fix carefully examined each one as they landed. As
he was thus employed, one of the passengers approached



38 ROUND THE WORLD

him, and vigorously pushing aside the fellahs who sur-
rounded him, inquired of the detective the way to the
British Consul’s office; at the same time, the passenger
produced his passport, upon which he desired, no doubt,
to have the British asa.

Fix mechanically took the passport, and mastered its
contents at a glance. His hand shook involuntarily.
The description on the passport agreed exactly with the
description of the thief.

“This passport does not belong to you?” he said to
the passenger.

“No,” replied the man addressed; “it is my
master’s.”

“ And where is your master >?”

“ He is on board.”

“ But,” replied the detective, “he must come himself
to the Consul’s office to establish his identity.”

“Oh, is that necessary ?”

“ Quite indispensable.”

‘“‘ Where is the office ?”

“Tn the corner of the square yonder,” replied the
detective, indicating a house about two hundred paces off.

“Well then, I will go and fetch my master; but I
can tell you he won’t thank you for disturbing him.”

So saying, the passenger saluted Fix, and returned on
board the steamer.



IN EIGHTY DAYS. 39

CHAPTER VII.

Which once more shows the Futility of Passports where Policemen
are concerned,

Tue detective quickly traversed the quay once more in
the direction of the Consul’s office. At his particular
request he was at once ushered into the presence of the
official.

re beg your pardon,” he said to the Consul abruptly,
“but I have great reason to believe that my man zs
really on board the Mongolia.’ And then Mr. Fix
related what had passed between him and the servant. —

“ Good,” replied the Consul ; “I should not be sorry
to see the rascal’s face myself; but perhaps he will not
present himself here if the case stands as you believe it
does. No thief likes to leave a trace behind him; and
moreover, the v7sa to the passport is not necessary.”

“Tf he is the sharp fellow he ought to be, he will
a replied Mr, Fix.

“To have his passport examined ?”

“Yes. Passports are no use, except to worry honest
people and to facilitate the escape of rogues. I have
no doubt whatever that this fellow’s passport will be all
right ; but I hope you will not vzsé it all the same.”

“Why not? Ifthe passport is all regular I have no
right to refuse my v7sa,” replied the Consul.

“Nevertheless, I must keep the fellow here until I
have received the warrant of arrest from London.”



40 ROUND THE WORLD

“Ah, Mr. Fix, that is your business,” said the Consul;
“for my part I must——”

The Consul did not conclude the sentence. At that
moment a knock was heard, and the servant introduced
two strangers, one of whom was the servant who had
lately interviewed the detective on the quay. ‘The new-
comers were master and servant. ‘The former handed
his passport to the Consul, and laconically requested him
to attach his vésa.

The Consul took the passport and examined it
narrowly, while Fix from a corner devoured the stranger
with his eyes. When .the Consul had perused the
document, he said:

“You are Phileas Fogg ?”

“ Yes,” replied that gentleman.

“ And this man is your servant ?”

“Ves ; he is a Frenchman named Passe-partout.”

“ You have come from London ?”

6“ Yes.”

“ And you are bound-—whither ?”

“To Bombay.”

“Very well, sir. You are aware, perhaps, that this
formality is unnecessary, even useless. We only require
to see the passport.”

“T know that,” replied Fogg; “but I want you to
testify to my presence at Suez.”

“Very well, sir, so be it,” replied the Consul, who
thereupon attested the passport. Mr. Fogg paid the
fee, and bowing formally, departed, followed by his
servant.



IN EIGHTY DAYS. 41

“Well, what do you think, sir?” said the detective.

“T think he looks a perfectly honest man,” replied
the Consul.

“That may be,” said Fix ; “but that is not the point.
Do you not perceive that this cool gentleman answers in
every particular to the description of the thief sent out ?”

“T grant you that ; but you know all descriptions ee

“TJ will settle the business,” replied Fix. “It strikes
me that the servant is more get-at-able than the master.
Besides, he is a Frenchman, and cannot help chattering.
I will return soon, sir.” As he finished speaking, the
detective left the Consul’s office in search of Passe-partout.

Meanwhile, Mr. Fogg, having left the Consul’s house,
proceeded down to the quay. There he gave his
servant some instructions, and then put off in a boat to
the AZongolia, and descended to his cabin. Taking out
his note-book, he made the following entries :



Left London, Wednesday, 2nd October, at 8.45 P.M.

Reached Paris, Thursday, at 8.40 A.M.

Arrived at Turin, v7@ Mont Cenis, Friday, 4th October,
6.35 AM.

Left Turin, Friday, at 7.20 A.M.

Arrived at Brindisi, Saturday, 5th October, 4 P.M.

Embarked on Mongolia, Saturday, 5 P.M.

Reached Suez, Wednesday, gth October, 11 A.M.

Total of hours occupied in the journey, 15814, or

6% days.

Mr. Fogg made these entries in a journal ruled in



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columns, commencing on the znd of October, and so on
to the 21st of December, which indicated respectively
the month, the day of the month, and the day of the
week, as well as the days at which he was due at the
principal places e” roufe—as, for instance, Paris, Brindisi,
Suez, Bombay, Calcutta, Singapore, Hong Kong, Yoko-
hama, San Francisco, New York, Liverpool, London.
There was also a column in which the gain or loss upon
the stipulated time could be entered against each place.
This methodical arrangement of dates showed Mr. Fogg
whether he was in advance or behindhand, and contained
all necessary information.

So on that occasion, Wednesday, the 9th of October,
was recorded as the day of his arrival at Suez, and he
perceived at a glance that he had neither gained nor lost
so far.

He then had his luncheon sent into his cabin. It did
not occur to him to go and look at the town ; he was one
of those gentlemen who are quite content to see foreign
countries through the eyes of their servants.

CHAPTER VIII.

in which Passe-partout talks a little more than he ought to have done,

Ir was not very long before Fix rejoined Passe-partout
on the quay. The latter was looking about him, as he



IN EIGHTY DAYS. 43

did not feel he was debarred from seeing all he
could.

“Well, my friend,” said Fix, as he came up to him,
“has your passport been vzséd all right ?”

“ Ah! it is you,” replied the valet. “I am much
obliged to you. Yes, everything was in order.”

* And now you are seeing something of the place,
I suppose?”

“Ves, but we are going on so fast that it seems to
me like a dream. And so we are in Suez, are
we?” a

“ Yes, you are.”

“Tn Egypt?”

“In Egypt, most decidedly.”

“ And in Africa?”

“Ves, in Africa.”

“Well now,” replied Passe-partout, “I could scarcely
believe it. In Africa, actually in Africa. Just fancy. I
had not the slightest idea that we should go beyond
Paris, and all I saw of that beautiful city was from
7.20 A.M, to 8.40, between the terminus of the Northern
Railway and the terminus of the Lyons line, and this
through the windows of a fiacre as we drove through the
rain. J am very sorry for it. I should like to have seen
Pere La Chaise and the Circus in the Champs Elysées
again.”

“You are in a very great hurry then?” said the
detective.

“No, I am not in the least hurry,” replied Passe-
partout. “It is my master. By-the-way, I must buy some



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shirts and a pair of shoes. We came away without any
luggage except a small carpet-bag.”

“J will take you to a bazaar where you will find
everything you want.”

“Really, sir,’ replied Passe-partout, “you are ex-
tremely good-natured.”

So they started off together, Passe-partout talking all
the time.

“JT must take very good care I do not lose the
steamer,” said he,

“Oh, you have plenty of time,” replied Fix ; “it is
only twelve o’clock.”

Passe-partout drew out his great watch. “ Twelve
o’clock,” said he. “Nonsense. It is fifty-two minutes
past nine.”

“Vour watch is slow,” replied Fix.

“Slow, my watch slow ; why this watch has come to
me from my grandfather. It is an heirloom, and does
not vary five minutes in a year. It is a regular chrono-
meter.”

* T see how it is,” replied Fix; ‘you have got London
time, which is about two hours slower than Suez time.
You must take care to set your patched at twelve o’clock
in every country ycu Visit.”

“ Not a bit of it,” said Passe-partout, “I am not going
to touch my watch.”

“Well, then, it won’t agree with the sun.”

“T can’t help that. So much the worse for the sun;
it will be wrong then.” And the brave fellow put his
watch back in his pocket with a contemptuous gesture.



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After a few minutes’ pause, Fix remarked, ‘ You
must have left London very suddenly ?”

“TJ believe you. Last Wednesday evening at eight
o’clock, Mr. Fogg came home from his club, and in
three-quarters of an hour afterwards we started.”

“ But where is your master going to ?”

“ Straight ahead—he is going round the world.”

“ Going round the world!” exclaimed Fix.

“Yes, in eighty days. He says it is for a wager, but
between ourselves, I don’t believe a word of it. It is
not common-sense. There must be some other reason.”

“This master of yours is quite an original, I should
think.”

“Rather,” replied the valet.

“Ts he very rich ?”

“ He must be; and he carries a large sum with him,
all in new bank-notes. He never spares expense. He
promised a large reward to the engineer of the Mongolia
if he reached Bombay well in advance of time.”

“Have you known your master long ?”

“Oh dear no,” repiied Passe-partout. “I only entered
his service the very day we left.”

The effect which all these replies had upon the
suspicious nature of the detective may be imagined.

The hurried departure from London, so soon after
the robbery, the large sum in bank-notes, the haste to
reach India, under the pretext of an eccentric bet, all
confirmed Fix, and not unnaturally, in his previously
conceived ideas. He made up his mind to pump the
Frenchman a little more, and make certain that the



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valet knew no more concerning his master than that he
lived alone in London, was reported to be very rich,
though no one knew from whence his fortune was derived,
dnd that he was a very mysterious man, etc. But at the
same time, Fix felt sure that Phileas Fogg would not
land at Suez, and would really go on to Bombay.

“Is Bombay far off?” asked Passe-partout.

“ Pretty well. It is ten days’ steaming from here.”

‘‘ And whereabouts is Bombay ?”

“Tt is in India.”

“Tn Asia?”

“ Naturally.”

“The devil! I was going to say that there is some-
thing on my mind, and that is my burner.”

“ What burner?”

“Why, my gas-burner, which I forgot to turn off when
I left London, and which is still alight at my expense.
Now I have calculated that I lose two shillings every
four-and-twenty hours, which is just sixpence more than
my wages. So you see that the longer our journey is ”

It is not very likely that Fix paid much attention to
this question of the gas; he was thinking of something
else. The pair soon reached the bazaar, and leaving his
companion to make his purchases, Fix hastened back to
the Consul’s office, and now that his suspicions were
confirmed he regained his usual coolness.

“J am quite certain now,” he said to the Consul,
“that this is our man. He wishes to pass himself off as
an eccentric person who wants to go round the world in
eighty days.”





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“He is a very sharp fellow, and he probably counts
on returning to London, after having thrown all the
police off the scent.”

“Well, we shall see,” replied Fix.

“ But are you sure you are right ?” asked the Consul
once more.

“T am sure I am not mistaken.”

“‘ Well then, how do you account for the fellow being”
so determined upon proving he had been here by having
his passport viséd ?”

“ Why: Well, I can’t say,” replied the detective ;
“but listen a moment.” And then in as few words as
possible he communicated the heads of his conversation
with Passe-partout.



“Well, I must confess that appearances are very much
against him,” replied the Consul. ‘ Now what are you
going to doP”

‘“‘T shall telegraph to London, with a pressing request
that a warrant of arrest may be immediately transmitted
to Bombay. I shall then embark in the J/ongolia, and
so keep my eye on my man till we reach Bombay, and
then, on English ground, quietly arrest him.”

As he coolly finished this explanation, the detective
bowed to the Consul, walked to the telegraph-office, and
there despatched the message we have already seen.

A quarter of an hour later, Mr. Fix, carrying his
light baggage and well furnished with money, embarked
on board the AZongotia. Ina short time afterwards the
vessel was ploughing her way at full speed down the
Red Sea.



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CHAPTER IX.

In which the Red Sea and the Indian Ocean favour the Projects of
Phileas Fogg.

THE distance between Suez and Aden is exactly three
hundred and ten miles, and the steamers are allowed one
hundred and thirty-eight hours to do it in. The
Mongolia, however, was going at a speed which seemed
likely to bring her to her destination considerably before
time.

The majority of the passengers from Brindisi were
bound for India, some for Calcutta, some for Bombay ;
and since the railway crosses the peninsula it is not
necessary to go round by Ceylon.

Amongst the passengers were many military officers
and civil servants of every degree. The former included
officers of the regular as well as the Indian army,
holding lucrative appointments, for the sub-lieutenants
get two hundred and eighty; brigadiers, two thousand
four hundred; and generais, four thousand pounds
a year.

Society, therefore, on board the Mongolia was very
pleasant. The purser feasted them sumptuously every
day. They had carly breakfast, then tiffin at two o’clock,
dinner at half-past five, and supper at eight; and the
tables groaned beneath the variety of dishes. The
ladies on board changed their toilettes twice a day, and



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there was music and dancing when the weather was
sufficiently favourable to admit of those amusements.

’ But the Red Sea is very capricious; it is frequently
very rough, like all long and narrow gulfs. When the
wind blew broadside on, the Jongolia rolled fearfully.
At these times the ladies went below, the pianos were
silent, singing and dancing ceased. But notwithstanding
the wind and the sea, the vessel, urged by her powerful
screw, dashed onward to the straits of Bab-el-Mandeb.

And what was Phileas Fogg doing all this time?
Perhaps it may be supposed that he was anxious and
restless, thinking of the contrary winds and the speed of
the ship, which ‘was likely to be retarded by the storm,
and so compromise the success of his undertaking. At
any rate, whether he did or did not concern himself with
these things, he never betrayed the least anxiety on the
subject. He was as taciturn and impassible as ever; a
man whom no eventuality could surprise. He did not
appear to be any more interested than one of the ship’s
chronometers. He was rarely seen on deck. He
troubled himself very little about the Red Sea, so full of
interest, the scene of some of the greatest incidents in
the history of mankind. He never cared to look at the
towns standing out in relief against the sky. He had
no fear of the dangers of the Arabian Gulf, of which
ancient writers, Strabo, Arian, Artemidorus, etc., have
always written with horror, and upon which sailors
of those days never dared to venture without first
making a propitiatory sacrifice.

How then did this eccentric gentleman occupy his

D



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time, cooped up in his cabin? In the first place he
regularly ate his four meals a day, for neither pitching nor
rolling had the least effect upon his appetite. And he
played whist, for he had made the acquaintance of some
lovers of the game as enthusiastic as himself, a collector
of revenue ez route to Goa, a clergyman, the Rev.
Decimus Smith, returning to Bombay, and an English
general officer bound for Benares. These three were as
madly devoted to whist as Mr. Fogg himself, and they
spent whole days silently enjoying it.

As for Passe-partout, he had also escaped sea-sickness,
and ate his meals with pleasing regularity and in a con-
scientious manner, worthy of imitation. The voyage
after all did not displease him; he had made up his
mind ; he gazed at the scenery as he went along, enjoyed
his meals, and was fully persuaded that all this absurd
business would come to an end at Bombay.

The day after their departure from Suez, viz. the
roth of October, Passe-partout was by no means ill-pleased
to meet upon deck the person who had been so civil to
him in Egypt.

_ Ym sure I cannot be mistaken,” he said. “ Have
I not the pleasure of meeting the gentleman who was so
polite to me at Suez?”

“ Ah yes, I remember you now. You are the servant
of that eccentric Englishman.”

“Exactly. Mr. ”

“Fix,” replied the detective.

«Mr. Fix,” continued Passe-partout, “ I am delighted
to find you on heard. Whither are you bound ?”





IN EIGHTY DAYS. 5h

“ Like yourself, to Bombay.”

“ All the better. Have you ever made this voyage
before?”

“Frequently. I am an agent of the P. and O.
Company.”

“Oh, then you know India very well, no
doubt?”

“Well, yes,” replied Fix, who did not wish to commit
himself. ©

“Tt is a curious part of the world, isn’t it?”

“Very much so, There are mosques, minarets,
temples, fakirs, pagodas, tigers, serpents, and dancing-
girls. It is to be hoped that you will have time to see
the country.”

“T hope so too, Mr. Fix. Vou must be aware that
a man can hardly be expected to pass his whole existence
in jumping from the deck of a steamer into a train, and
from the train to another steamer, under the pretence of
going round the world in eighty days. No; all these
gymnastics will end at Bombay, I trust.”

“Is Mr. Fogg quite well?” asked Fix, politely.

“ Quite well, thank you. So am I. I eat like an
ogre. I suppose that is the effect of the sea-air.”

“T never see your master on deck.”

“No, he has no curiosity whatever.”

“Do you know, Mr. Passe-partout, that I fancy this
pretended journey round the world in eighty days is only
a cover for a more important object, a diplomatic mission
perhaps ?”

“Upon my word, Mr, Fix, I know nothing about it,

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I declare ; and what is more, I would not give half-a-
crown to know !”

After this, Passe-partout and Fix frequently chatted
together ; the detective doing all in his power to draw
the valet out, whenever possible. He would offer the
Frenchman a glass of whisky or bitter beer, which the
latter accepted without ceremony, and pronounced Fix a
perfect gentleman.

Meantime the steamer plunged and ploughed on her
way rapidly. Mocha was sighted on the 13th, surrounded
by its ruined walls, above which some date-palms reared
their heads. Beyond extended immense coffee planta-
tions. Passe-partout was delighted to gaze upon this
celebrated town, and fancied that it and its ruined walls
bore a great resemblance to a gigantic cup and saucer.

During the following night the AZongolia cleared the
strait of Bab-el-Mandeb, which means the Gate of Tears,
and the following day they came to Steamer Point, to the
N.W. of Aden harbour, where the supply of coal was to
be shipped.

It is no light task to provide the steamers with coal
at such a distance from the mines, and the P. and O.
Company expend annually no less a sum than eight
hundred thousand pounds on this service. Depdts have
to be established at distant ports, and the coal costs
more than three pounds a ton.

The AMZongolia had still sixteen hundred and fifty
miles to run before she could reach Bombay, and she
was therefore obliged to remain four hours at Steamer
Point to complete her coaling. But this delay was not



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at all detrimental to the plans of Phileas Fogg. It had
been foreseen. Besides, the Mongolia, instead of reaching
Aden on the 15th, had made that port on the evening of
the 14th, so there was a gain of about fifteen hours.

Mr. Fogg and his servant went ashore. The former
wished to have his passport zéséd. Fix followed him
unnoticed. The formality of the vsé having been accom-
plished, Phileas Fogg returned on board to his game of
whist.

Passe-partout, as usual, lounged about amongst the
mixed races which make up the inhabitants of Aden.
He admired the fortifications of this eastern Gibraltar,
and the splendid: tanks at which the British engineers
were still at work, two thousand years after Solomon’s
craftsmen.

‘Very curious, very curious indeed,” thought Passe-
partout, as he returned on board. “ It is worth travelling
if one can see something new each time.”

At six P.M. the JZongolta weighed anchor, and made
her way across the Indian Ocean. She had now one
hundred and sixty-eight hours in which to make the
passage to. Bombay. The weather was good, with a
pleasant nor’-west wind ; so the sails were hoisted to aid
the screw. ,

The ship being thus steadied, the lady passengers
took the opportunity to reappear in fresh toilettes, and
dancing and singing were again indulged in. The voyage
continued under most favourable conditions. Passe-
partout was delighted that he had such a pleasant com-
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On Sunday, the zoth of October, about mid-day,
they sighted the coast of Hindostan. Two hours later
the pilot came on board. A long range of hills cut the
sky-line, and soon palm-trees began to show themselves.
The mail steamer ran into the roadstead formed between
the islands of Salsette, Colaba, Elephanta, and Butcher,
and at half-past four o’clock the vessel came alongside
the quay.

Phileas Fogg was just finishing his thirty-third rubber
for that day. His partner and he had succeeded in
scoring a “treble,” and thus terminated the voyage with
a stroke of luck. ;

The Mongolia was not due at Bombay until the 22nd
of October; she had actually arrived on the 2oth; so
Mr. Fogg had really gained two days upon the estimated
period, and he entered the “ profit” accordingly in the
column of his diary set apart for that purpose.

CHAPTER X.

In which Passe-partout thinks himself lucky in escaping with only
the Loss of his Shoes,

I'VERYBODY is aware that the peninsula of Hindostan
has a superficial area of one million four hundred
thousand square miles, in which the unequally-distri-



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buted population numbers one hundred and eighty
millions. The British Government rules absolutely
over the greater portion of this immense tract of
country. The Governor-General resides at Calcutta,
and there are also governors of presidencies at Madras
and Bombay, and a deputy-governor at Agra, as well as a
governor for Bengal.

British India proper only includes an area of seven
hundred thousand square miles, and a population of
one hundred to one hundred and ten millions ; so there
is still a large portion of India independent, and, in fact,
there are rajahs in the interior who wield absolute
authority.

From the year 1756 to the great Sepoy Mutiny, the
East India Company was the supreme authority in British
India; but now the country is under the rule of the
English Crown. The manners and customs of India are
in a continual state of change. ‘Till lately, travelling was
only by antiquated modes of conveyance, but now
steamers cover the Ganges, and the railways have opened
up the country, and one can go from Bombay to Calcutta
in three days. But the railroad does not cut the penin-
sula in a direct line. As the crow flies, the distance from
Calcutta to Bombay is only about eleven hundred miles,
and the trains would not occupy three days in accom-
plishing that distance ; but the journey is lengthened at
least one-third of that distance by the loop the line
describes up to Allahabad.

The Great Indian Peninsula Railway line is as fol-
lows : leaving Bombay Island, it crosses Salsette, reaches



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the mainland at Tannah, crosses the Western Ghauts,
thence runs north-east to Burhampoor, skirts the inde-
pendent territory of Bundelcund, ascends to Allahabad,
and then, turning eastward, meets the Ganges at Benares ;
then, quitting it again, the line descends in a south-
easterly direction, by Burdivan and Chandernagore, to the
terminal station at Calcutta.

It was half-past four p.m. when the Bombay passengers
landed from the AZongolia, and the train for Calcutta was
timed to start at eight o’clock.

Mr. Fogg took leave of his colleagues of the whist-
table, and going ashore, gave his servant orders concern-
ing a few necessary purchases, enjoining him to be at the
railroad station before eight o’clock, and then, at his own
regular pace, he started for the Consul’s office.

He saw nothing of the sights of Bombay—the town-
hall, the magnificent library, the forts, the docks, the
cotton market, the bazaars, mosques, &c., were all dis-
regarded. Elephanta was ignored, and the grottos of
Salsette unexplored by Phileas Fogg.

After leaving the consulate, he walked calmly to the
railroad station and dined. The proprietor of the hotel
particularly recommended “a native rabbit.” Phileas
accepted the dish as put before him, but found it
horrible.

He rang the bell. The landlord was sent for.

“Ts that a rabbit ?” inquired Mr. Fogg.

“Yes, my lord, a jungle rabbit.”

“Has that rabbit never mewed, do you think ?”

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“ Don’t swear,” said Fogg calmly, “and remember
that formerly cats were sacred animals in India. ‘Those
were happy days.”

“ For the cats, my lord ?”

“ And perhaps for travellers too,” said Fogg, as he
proceeded with his dinner.

. Soon afterwards Mr. Fix landed, and his first act was
to go to the police-office. He said who and what he
was, and stated his business and how matters stood
regarding the robbery. Had any warrant been for-
warded? No, nothing of the kind had been received,
and of course it could not have reached Bombay, as it
was despatched after Foge’s departure.

Fix was disappointed. He wanted the Commissioner
to grant him a warrant on the spot, but the request was
refused. The business was the Home Government’s
affair, not his, and he could not issue the warrant. This
red-tapeism is quite British style. Fix of course did not
insist, and made up his mind to await the arrival of the
warrant. But he resolved not to lose sight of the robber
meanwhile. He had no doubt whatever that Fogg
would remain some time in Bombay—we know that
was also Passe-partout’s notion—and the warrant would
probably arrive before the criminal left the town.

But it was now evident to Passe-partout that his
master intended to push on from Bombay as rapidly as
he had left Paris and Suez; that the journey was not to
end at Bombay, it was to be continued to Calcutta at
any rate, and perhaps even farther still, Passe-partout
then began to think that perhaps the bet was really the



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object, and that fate had indeed condemned hin, with all
his wish for rest, to journey around the world in eighty
days.

However, having purchased some necessary articles,
he walked about the streets of Bombay. There were a
great number of people about—Europeans of all nation-
alities ; Persians, wearing pointed caps; Buntryas, with
round turbans ; Scindees, with square caps; Armenians,
in their flowing robes; Parsees, with black mitres. It
was a Parsee festival that day.

These Parsees are followers of Zoroaster, and are
the most industrious, most intelligent, and most civilised
of the native races, and to which the majority of the
Bombay merchants belong. On that occasion a sort of
religious carnival was being held ; there were processions,
and numbers of dancing-girls clad in gauzy rose-coloured
garments, who danced modestly and gracefully to the
sound of the tom-tom and viols.

Passe-partout, as may be imagined, drank in all these
sights and sounds with delight; and his expression at
the unusual spectacle was that of the greatest astonish-
ment.

Unfortunately, his curiosity very nearly compromised
the object of his master’s journey. He wandered on,
after watching the carnival, on his way to the station ;
but seeing the splendid pagoda on Malabar Hill, he
thought he would like to go in. He was quite unaware
of two things: first, that certain pagodas are closed to
all Christians, and even the believers can only obtain
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of the temple. The British Government, respecting the
native creed, severely punishes anyone attempting to
violate the sanctity of the native mosques . or
temples.

But Passe-partout, innocent of harm, tourist-like,
went in, and was admiring the pagoda and the lavish
ornamentation of the interior, when he suddently found
himself sprawling on his back on the pavement. Over
him stood three angry men, who rushed upon him, tore
off his shoes, and began to pommel him soundly, uttering
savage cries.as they did so.

The agile Frenchman was quickly upon his feet again,
and with a couple of well-directed blows of his fists
upset two of his adversaries, who were much encumbered
in their long robes; then, rushing out of the temple, he
quickly distanced the remaining Hindoo and evaded
him in the crowd.

At five minutes to eight he presented himself at the
railroad station, without his hat and shoes and minus the
parcel in which all his purchases were wrapped. Fix
was there on the platform. Having tracked Fogg, he
perceived that that worthy was about to leave Bombay at
once. Fix made up his mind to go with him as far as
Calcutta, and even beyond if necessary. Passe-partout
did not notice the detective, who kept in the shade;
but the policeman heard the recital of the valet’s adven-
tures, which Passe-partout told to his master in a few
sentences.

“T trust this will not happen again,” replied Fogg,
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The poor lad, quite upset and minus his hat and
shoes, took his place also without replying.

Fix was getting into another compartment, when
suddenly a thought struck him, and he muttered :

“No, I will remain. An offence has been committed
upon Indian ground. I’ve got my man!”

At that moment the engine uttered a piercing whistle,
and the train moved out into the night.

CHAPTER XI.

Sbowing how Phileas Fogg purchased a ‘‘ Mount” at a Fabulous
Price.

THE train started punctually, carrying the usual comple-
ment of travellers, including officers of the civil and
military classes and merchants, Passe-partout was seated
near his master, a third traveller had secured a corner
opposite.

This gentleman was General Sir Francis Cromarty, one
of Mr. Fogg’s whist-party on board the AZongolia, who
was ez route to take up his command at Benares.

Sir Francis was a tall fair specimen of the British
officer, about fifty years old. He had greatly distinguished
himself during the Mutiny. He had heen in India
almost all his life, and only paid occasional visits to his



IN EIGHTY DAYS. 61

native country. He was a well-informed man, and
would willingly have imparted any information he pos-
sessed, had Phileas Fogg chosen to apply to him. But
the latter did nothing of the kind. He never travelled.
He merely made a track across country. He was a heavy
body, describing an orbit around the terrestrial globe,
according to certain mechanical laws. At that time he
was actually engaged in caicuiating how many hours had
passed since he left London, and he would have rubbed
his hands joyfully, had he been one of those people who
indulge in these needless enthusiastic demonstrations. -

Sir Francis Cromarty had already noticed the eccen-
tricity of his companion while at whist, and had
questioned seriously whether a human heart actually
beat beneath that cold envelope of flesh, whether Fogg
really possessed a soul alive to the beauties of nature,
and subject to human failings and aspirations. That was
what puzzled the gallant soldier. None of the many
original characters which it had been his fortune to
encounter had, in any way, resembled this product of
the action of exact science upon humanity.

Phileas Fogg had not concealed from Sir Francis the
object of his journey round the world, nor the conditions
under which he had undertaken it. The general saw
nothing in this wager but the eccentricity of its surround-
ings, and the want of ¢ranstrve benefaciendo which ought
to guide any reasonable man. If this extraordinary man
went on in this manner all his life, he would finally quit

the world, having done absolutely nothing for his own
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An hour after leaving Bombay, the train crossed the
viaduct carrying the line from Salsette to the mainland.
At Callyan station they left the branch-line to Kandallah
and Poona on the right, and proceeded to Panwell. Here
they traversed the gorges of the Western Ghauts, com-
posed of trap and basaltic rocks, the highest summits of
which are crowned with thick trees. :

Sir Francis Cromarty and Phileas Fogg occasionally
exchanged a few words, and at one time the general
picked up the thread of conversation by remarking :

“A few years ago, Mr. Fogg, you would have ex-
perienced a considerable impediment to your journey
here, ane would most likely have CO orcs your
success.”

“ How do you mean, Sir:Francis ?”

“ Because the railway did not go beyond the base of
these mountains, and it was then necessary to make the
journey in palanquins or on ponies as far as Kandallah
on the opposite slope.”

“Such an interruption would not in any way have
disarranged my plans,” replied Mr. Fogg. “I have
taken precautions against certain obstacles.”

“ Nevertheless, Mr. Fogg, you very nearly had an
awkward bit of business on hand in consequence of
yonder fellow’s adventure.”

Passe-partout was fast asleep, with his feet well
muffled up in the railway-rug, and was quite unconscious
that he was the subject of conversation.

“The British Government is extremely strict, and
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Francis. “Above everything, it considers that the
religious feelings of the native races should be respected,
and if your servant had been arrested. ”

“Well,” interrupted Mr, Fogg, “well, Sir Francis,
suppose he had been taken and condemned and
punished, he might have returned quietly to Europe
afterwards. That would not have been a reason for
stopping his master,”

And then the conversation again languished. During
the night the train crossed the mountains, passed
Nassik, and next day, the 21st October, it traversed a
comparatively flat district of Kandish. . The well-culti-
vated country was sprinkled with villages, above which
the minarets of the pagodas took the place of the
English church-spires. Numerous tributaries of the
Godavery watered this fertile territory.

Passe-partout awoke and looked about him. He
could not at first believe that he actually was crossing
India in a carriage upon the G. I. P. Railway. It
appeared quite incredible, but it was none the less
real. The locomotive, driven by an English engineer
and fed with English coal, puffed its steam over coffee,
cotton, clove, and pepper plantations. ~The smoke
curled around the palm-trees, amid which picturesque
bungalows were frequently visible, and “ viharis,” a sort
of abandoned monasteries, as well as a few temples en-
riched with wonderful Indian architecture, were here and
there apparent. Farther on, they passed immense tracts of
land extending as far as the eye could reach, and jungles
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rattle of the train ; then succeeded forests through which
the line passed, the abode of elephants which, with
pensive gaze, watched the speeding train.

During the forenoon our travellers traversed the
blood-stained district beyond Malligaum, sacred to the
votaries of the goddess Kali. Not far from this arose
the minarets of Ellora and its pagodas, and the famous
Aurungabad, the capital of the ferocious Aurung-Zeb,
now the chief town of one of the detached kingdoms of
the Nizam. It was in this country that Feringhea,
chief of the Thugs—the King of Stranglers—exercised
sway. These assassins, united in an invisible and secret
association, strangled, in honour of the goddess of death,
victims of every age without shedding blood, and in time
there was scarcely a place where a corpse was not to be
found. The English Government has succeeded in
checking very considerably these wholesale massacres,
but Thugs still exist and pursue their horrible vocation.

At half-past twelve the train stopped at Burhampore,
and Passe-partout succeeded in obtaining a pair of
slippers decorated with false pearls, which he wore with
evident conceit.

The passengers ate a hurried breakfast, and the train
again started for Assinghur, skirting for a moment the
river Tapy, a small stream which flows into the Gulf of
Cambay, near Surat.

It may now not be out of place to record Passe-
partout’s reflections. Until his arrival at Bombay he
had cherished the idea that the journey would not be
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across India he saw things in a different light. His old
love of wandering returned in full force. The fantastic
ideas of his youthful days came back to him again; he
took his master’s projects quite seriously ; he began to
believe in the wager, and consequently in the tour of the
world to be completed in that maximum of eighty days
which must not on any account be exceeded. Even
now he was beginning to feel anxious about possible
delays and accidents ex route. He felt interested in
winning, and trembled when he considered that he had
actually compromised the whole thing by his stupidity
on the previous day. So he was much more restless
than Mr. Fogg, because less phlegmatic. He counted
over and over again the days that had already passed
since he had started, cursed at the stoppages at stations,
found fault with the slow speed, and in his heart blamed
Mr. Fogg for not having “tipped” the engine-driver
He quite overlooked the fact that, though such a thing
was possible on board a steamer, it was out of question
on a railroad where the time of the trains is fixed and
the speed regulated.

Towards evening they penetrated the defiles of the
mountains of Sutpoor, which separate the territory of
Khandeish from that of Bundelcund.

Next day, the 22nd, Passe-partout replied, to a
question of Sir Francis Cromarty, that it was three a.m.,
but, as a matter of fact, this wonderful watch was about
four hours slow, as it was always kept at Greenwich time,
which was then nearly seventy-seven degrees west, and
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Sir Francis corrected Passe-partout’s time, respecting
which he made a remark similar to that made by
Mr. Fix. He endeavoured to convince the valet that he
ought to regulate his watch by each new meridian, and
as he was still going east the days became shorter and
shorter by four minutes for every degree. But all this was
useless. Whether the headstrong fellow understood the
general or not, he certainly did not alter his watch, which
was steadily kept at London time. At any rate it was a
delusion which pleased him and hurt nobody.

At eight o’clock in the morning the train stopped
about fifteen miles from Rothal, at a place.where there
were many bungalows and huts erected. ‘The guard
passed along the line, crying out, “ All change here !”

Phileas Fogg looked at Sir Francis Cromarty, who
did not appear to understand this unexpected halt.

Passe-partout, not less astonished, leaped down, and
in a moment or two returned, exclaiming, “There is no
railway beyond this place, sir.”

“What do you mean?” inquired Sir Francis.

“T mean that the train does not go any farther,”

The general immediately got out. Phileas Fogg
followed quietly. Both these gentlemen accosted the
guard.

“ Where are we?” asked Sir Francis.

At the village of Kholby, sir,” replied the guard.

“Why do we stop here?”

“ Because the line is not finished beyond.”

“ Not finished ! How is that?”

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this point and Allahabad, where we take the train
again.”

‘The papers announced the line complete.”

“T cannot help that, sir; the papers were mistaken.”

“But you book people ‘through’ from Bombay to
Calcutta,” persisted Sir Francis, who was waxing angry.

“ Certainly we do; but it is an understood thing that
the passengers provide their own conveyance between
Kholby and Allahabad.”

Sir Francis was furious. Passe-partout would have
liked to have knocked the guard down, if he had been
able. He did not dare to look at his master.

“We had better get on, Sir Francis,” said Mr. Fogg ;
“we must get to Allahabad somehow ; let us see how we
can do so.”

“Tt strikes me that this delay will upset your arrange-
ments considerably, Mr. Fogg,” replied Sir Francis.

“Oh dear no! all this has been discounted,” replied
Fogg.

“What ! did you know that the line was unfinished ?”

“No; but I was quite sure that some obstacles would
crop up to retard me. Nothing is yet lost. I have two
days in reserve. The steamer does not leave Calcutta
for Hong Kong until the 23rd, at mid-day. This is
only the 22nd, and we shall reach Calcutta in good time
even now.”

What could be urged against such an assured reply
as this? It was only too evident that the railway ceased
at that point. Newspapers are so fond of anticipating,
and in this case they had been decidedly premature in

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announcing the completion of the line. The majority
of the passengers had been made aware of the existing
state of things, and provided themselves with conveyance
accordingly, whatever they could obtain—“ palkigharies ”
with four wheels, waggons drawn by zebus, a sort of
brahma ox, palanquins, ponies, &c. So it happened
that there was nothing left for Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis
Cromarty.

“*T shall walk,” said Phileas Fogg.

Passe-partout, who was close to his master, made a
very expressive grimace when he gazed at his elegant but
very thin slippers. Fortunately he had made a discovery,
but hesitated a little to announce it.

“Sir,” he said at length, “I think I have found means
for our transport.”

“What is it?”

“An elephant. It belongs to a native who lives
close by.”

“ Let us go and see this animal,” said Mr. Fogg.

Five minutes later Sir Francis and Mr. Fogg, accom-
panied by Passe-partout, reached the hut, which was
surrounded by a palisade. In the hut resided the native ;
inside the palisade the elephant lived. The former intro-
duced the new arrivals to the latter, at their particular
request.

They found that the animal was half domesticated ;
it had originally been purchased for a fighting elephant,
not for carrying purposes. With this end in view, the
owner had begun to alter the naturally placid disposition
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up to that pitch of fury called “ mutsh” by the Hindoos,
and this is done by feeding the elephant on sugar and
butter for three months. This at first sight would appear
scarcely the treatment likely to conduce to such an
object, but it is successfully employed.

Fortunately, however, for Mr. Fogg, the elephant in
question had not been subjected to this treatment for a
very long time, and the “ mutsh” had not appeared.

Kiouni—for so was the animal called—was no doubt
quite competent to perform the journey required, and in
the absence of other conveyance, Phileas Fogg deter-
mined to hire him.

But elephants in India are dear, for they are becoming
somewhat scarce. The males, which only are suited to
the circus training, are much in request. They seldom
breed when in a domesticated state, so they can only be
procured by hunting. They are, therefore, the objects
of much solicitude, and when Mr. Fogg asked the owner
what he could hire his elephant for, the man declined
point-blank to lend him at all.

Fogg persisted, and offered ten pounds an hour for
the beast! It was refused. Twenty? Still refused.
Forty? Declined with thanks. Passe-partout actually
jumped at each “bid.” But the native would not yield
to the temptation.

Nevertheless the price tendered was a handsome one.
Supposing that the elephant took fifteen hours to reach
Allahabad, the price would amount to six hundred
pounds!

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then proposed to the owner that he should sell the
animal outright, and offered one thousand pounds for
him.

But the Hindoo declined ; perhaps He thought he
would make more by so doing.

Sir Francis Cromarty then took Mr. Fogg aside, and
requested him to reflect ere he bid higher. Mr, Fogg
replied that he was not in the habit of acting on impulse,
that a bet of twenty thousand pounds depended upon
the accomplishment of the journey, that the elephant
was absolutely necessary, and if he paid twenty times the
value of the animal, it must be had.

So Mr, Fogg returned to the Indian, who perceived
it was only a question of asking. Phileas offered in quick
succession twelve hundred, fifteen hundred, eighteen
hundred, and finally two thousand pounds. Passe-partout,
usually so ruddy, was now pale with emotion.

At two thousand pounds the native yielded.

“T declare by my slippers, that’s a pretty price for an
elephant !” exclaimed Passe-partout.

This business over, there was nothing but to obtain a
guide. That was easily done. A young and intelligent-
looking Parsee offered his services. Mr. Fogg engaged
him, and promised him a good reward, which would
naturally increase his intelligence.

The elephant was got ready without delay. The
Parsee was quite skilled in the business of a “ mahout.”
He placed a sort of saddle on the elephant’s back, and
at each end of it he fixed a small howdah.

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in bank-notes, which he took from the inexhaustible
carpet-bag. Passe-partout writhed as they were paid over.
Then Mr. Fogg offered Sir Francis Cromarty a seat on
the elephant, which the general gratefully accepted.
One traveller more or less would not signify to such an
animal. ;

Provisions were purchased. Sir Francis and Mr.
Fogg each occupied a howdah, while Passe-partout sat
astride between them. The Parsee seated himself upon
the elephant’s neck, and at nine o’clock they quitted the
village, the elephant taking a short cut beens the thick
palm-forest.

CHAPTER XIL

Showing what happened to Phileas Fogg and his Companions as
they traversed the Forest.

Tue guide, hoping to shorten the journey, kept to the
left of the railroad line, which would be carried in a
circuitous manner through the Vindhia Mountains when
completed. The Parsee, who was well acquainted with
all the byways, declared that twenty miles would be
saved by striking directly across the forest ; so the party
yielded.

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in the howdahs, got terribly shaken by the rough
trotting of the elephant, which was urged by the driver.
But they put up with the inconvenience with true British
self-restraint; they spoke but seldom and _ scarcely
looked at each other.

Passe-partout was obliged to be very careful not to
keep his tongue between his teeth, else it would have
been bitten off, so unmercifully was he jogged up
and down. The brave fellow, sometimes thrown for-
ward on the animal’s neck, sometimes upon the croup,
performed a series of vaulting movements. something
like a circus clown on the “spring-board.” But all
the time he joked and laughed at the somersaults he
performed so involuntarily ; occasionally he took out a
lump of sugar from his pocket and handed it to
Kiouni, who took it in his trunk without slackening his
pace for a second.

After proceeding thus for a couple of hours, the driver
called a halt and gave the elephant an hour's rest. The
animal ate all the branches and shrubs in the vicinity, as
soon as he had quenched his thirst at a neighbouring
spring. Sir Francis did not complain of this delay ; he
was terribly bruised. Mr. Fogg did not appear any
more discomposed than if he had only got out of bed.

“ Hfe is a man of iron !” exclaimed the general, as he
gazed at his companion admiringly.

“Of hammered iron,” replied Passe-partout, who was
preparing a hasty breakfast.

At noon the driver gave the signal for departure.
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was succeeded by groves of dates and palms; then came
extensive arid plains dotted here and there with bushes,
and sprinkled with immense blocks of syenite. The
whole of this region of Bundelcund, which is seldom
traversed, is inhabited by a fanatical people inured to
the most fearful practices of the Hindoos. The English
Government has scarcely yet entirely obtained the
control over this region, which is ruled by rajahs, who
are very difficult to bring to book from their almost
inaccessible mountain fastnesses. Many times the
travellers noticed bands of fierce natives, who gesticu-
lated angrily at perceiving the swift-footed elephant pass
by; and the Parsee took care to give them all a wide’
berth. They encountered very few wild animals; even
monkeys were not numerous, and they fled away with
grimaces and gestures, which amused Passe-partout very
much indeed.

One reflection, however, troubled Passe-partout
exceedingly, and that was how would his master dispose
of the elephant when they reached Allahabad? Would
he take it on with him? That was scarcely possible.
The price of conveyance, added to the purchase-money,
would be ruinous. Would he sell the beast or set him
free? No doubt the animal deserved some considera-
tion. Suppose Mr, Fogg made him, Passe-partout, a
present of the elephant? He would feel very much
embarrassed. So these considerations worried the valet
not a little.

At eight o’clock they had crossed the principal
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upon the southern slope of the mountains our travellers
halted again.

The distance traversed was about twenty-five miles,
and they had still as far to go to reach Allahabad. The
night was quite chilly. A fire lighted by the Parsee was
very acceptable, and the travellers made an excellent
supper of the provisions they had purchased at Kholby.
The intermittent conversation soon gave way to steady
snoring. The guide kept watch by the elephant, which
slept outside, supported by the trunk of an_ enor-
mous tree.

Nothing happened to disturb the party during the
night. Now and then the growls of wild animals, or the
chattering of monkeys, broke the silence, but nothing
more terrible was heard, and the larger animals did not
disturb the occupants of the bungalow. Sir Francis
Cromarty “lay like a warrior taking his rest.” Passe-
partout, ina restless sleep, appeared to be practising the
gymnastics he had executed on the elephant’s back. As
for Mr. Fogg, he slept as peacefully as if he were in his
quiet bed in Saville Row.

At six o’clock they resumed their journey. The
guide hoped to reach Allahabad that evening. In that
case Mr. Fogg would only lose a portion of the eight-
and-forty hours already saved since the commencement
of the trip.

They descended the last slopes of the Vindhias.
The elephant resumed his rapid pace. Towards mid-
day the guide passed round the village of Kallenger on
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appeared to avoid all inhabited places, feeling more
secure in the deserted tracts. Allahabad was thence
only a dozen miles off in a north-easterly direction.
They halted once more under a banana-tree, the fruit of
which, as wholesome as bread and “as succulent as
cream,” as they said, was highly appreciated by our
travellers.

At two o’clock they entered a dense forest, which
they had to traverse for some miles. The guide pre-
ferred to travel in the shade of the woods. So far at
any rate they had encountered nothing unpleasant, and
there was every reason to suppose that the journey would
be accomplished without accident, when the elephant, after
a few premonitory symptoms, stopped suddenly.

It was then four o’clock in the afternoon.

“What is the matter?” asked Sir Francis Cromarty,
putting his head up over the top of his howdah.

“Y don’t know, sir,” replied the Parsee, listening
intently to a confused murmuring sound which came
through the thickly-interlacing branches.

Soon the sound became more defined. One might
have fancied it was a concert at a great distance ; com-
posed of human voices and brass instruments all per-
forming at once. Passe-partout was all eyes and ears,
Mr. Fogg waited patiently without uttering a word.

The Parsee leaped down, fastened the elephant to a
tree, and plunged into the thick underwood. Ina few
moments he came back, exclaiming: ‘A procession of
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As he spoke he loosed the elephant and led him
into a thicket, bidding the travellers to stay where they
were. He was ready to remount should flight be neces-
sary, but he thought that the procession would pass
without noticing the party, for the thick foliage com-
pletely concealed them.

The discordant sounds kept approaching—a mono-
tonous kind of chant, mingled with the beating of
tom-toms and the clash of cymbals. The head of the
procession soon became visible beneath the trees about
fifty paces off, and Mr. Fogg and his party easily distin-
guished the curious individuals who composed it.

The priests, wearing mitres and long robes trimmed
with lace, marched in front. They were surrounded by a
motley crowd of men, women, and children, who were
chanting a sort of funeral hymn, broken at intervals by
the sound of the various instruments. Behind these
came, on a car (the large wheels of which, spokes and
all, were ornamented with the similitude of serpents), a
hideous figure drawn by four richly-caparisoned zebus.
This idol had four arms, the body was painted a dusky
red, with staring eyes, matted hair, a protruding tongue,
and lips tinted with henna and betel, Round its neck
was hung a necklace of skulls, and it was girt with a
zone of human hands; it stood upright upon the head-
less trunk of a giant figure.

Sir Francis Cromarty recognised the idol at once.

“That is the goddess Kali,” he whispered ; “the
goddess of love and of death.”

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muttered Passe-partout ; “what a villainous hag it
is!” :

The Parsee signed to him to hold his tongue.

Around the idol a number of fakirs danced and
twirled about.

These wretches were daubed with ochre, and covered
with wounds, from which the blood issued drop by
drop ; absurd idiots, who would throw themselves under
the wheels of Juggernaut’s chariot had they the oppor-
tunity.

Behind these fanatics marched some Brahmins, clad
in all their oriental sumptuousness of garb, dragging a
woman along, who faltered at each step.

This female was young, and as white as a European.
Her head, neck, shoulders, ears, arms, hands, and ankles
were covered with jewels, bracelets, or rings. A gold-
laced tunic, over which she wore a thin muslin robe,
revealed the swelling contours of her form.

Behind this young woman, and in violent contrast to
her, came a guard, armed with naked sabres and long
damascened pistols, carrying a dead body in a palanquin.

The corpse was that of an old man clothed in the
rich dress of a rajah; the turban embroidered with
pearls, the robe of silk tissue and gold, the girdle of
cashmere studded with diamonds, and wearing the
beautiful weapons of an Indian prince.

The musicians brought up the rear with a guard of
fanatics, whose cries even drowned the noise of the
instruments at times. These closed the cordége.

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and his face wore a peculiarly saddened expression.
Turning to the guide, he said: .

“Ts it a suttee ?”

The Parsee made a sign in the affirmative, and put
his fingers on his lips. The long procession wended its
way slowly amongst the trees, and before long the last of
it disappeared in the depths of the forest. The music
gradually died away, occasionally a few cries could be
heard, but soon they ceased, and silence reigned around.

Phileas Fogg had heard what Sir Francis had said,
and as soon as the procession had passed out of sight,
he said : ;

‘What is a suttee ?”

“ A suttee,” replied the ‘general, “isa human sacri-
fice—but a voluntary one. That woman you saw just
now will be burned to-morrow morning at daylight.”

“The scoundrels!” exclaimed Passe-partout, who
could not repress his indignation.

“ And that dead body ?” said Mr. Fogg.

“Ts that of her husband—a prince,” replied the
guide. “He was an independent rajah in Bundelcund.”

“Do you mean to say that these barbarous customs
still obtain in India—under British rule ?” said Mr. Fogg,
without betraying any emotion whatever.

“Tn the greater portion of India,” replied Sir Francis
Cromarty, “these sacrifices do not take place; but we
have no authority in the savage districts, one of the prin-
cipal of which is Bundelcund. The entiredistrict north
of the Vindhia range is the theatre of pillage and murder.”



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“Poor creature,” exclaimed Passe-partout ; “ burned
alive !”

“Ves,” continued the general, “burned alive; and
if she was not, you have no idea to what a wretched
condition she would be reduced by her relatives. They
would shave off her hair, feed her very scantily upon rice,
and hold no communication with her, for she would be
regarded as unclean, and would die like a dog. The
prospect of such treatment, even more strongly than
affection or religious fanaticism, often urges the widows
to submit themselves to suttee. Sometimes, however,
the act is really voluntary, and energetic interference by
the Government is necessary to prevent it. Some years
ago, when I was in Bombay, a young widow asked the
governor’s leave to be burned with her late husband’s
body. As you may imagine, he refused her request.
Then the disconsolate widow left the town, took refuge
with an independent rajah, and burned herself, to the
satisfaction of all concerned.”

As the general proceeded, the guide nodded in
assent to the truthfulness of the relation, and when the
speaker had finished, the Parsee said:

“But the suttee to take place to-morrow is not
voluntary.”

“ How do you know?”

“ Everyone in Bundelcund knows that,” replied the
guide.

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“ Because she was drugged with hemp and opium,”
replied the Parsee.

“But whither are they taking her?”

“To the Pagoda of Pillaji, two miles away from
here. There she will pass the night, and wait for the
hour appointed for the sacrifice.”

“ And the sacrifice will take place ?”

* At dawn to-morrow.”

As he spoke, the guide led forth the elephant and
clambered up to his seat on its neck ; but just as he was
about to whistle to the animal to proceed, Mr. Fogg
stopped him, and said to Sir Francis Cromarty, “Suppose
we save this woman?”

“ Save her!” exclaimed the general.

“T have still twelve hours to spare,” continued Fogg ;
“T can devote that time to the purpose.”

“Well, I declare you are a man with a heart in the
right place,” cried Sir Francis.

“ Sometimes it is,” replied Mr. Fogg, smiling grimly,
“‘when I have time !”

CHAPTER XIII.

Chowing how Passe-partout perceives once again that Fortune
favours the Brave.

THE project was a difficult one and a bold, almost im-
possible to carry out. Mr. Fogg was about to risk his



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life, or at least his liberty, and consequently the success
of his undertaking ; but, nevertheless, he hesitated not a
moment. Besides, he found in Sir Francis Cromarty a
sturdy ally. Passe-partout also was at their disposal ; he
was quite ready, and his opinion of his master was rising
every moment. He possessed a heart, after all, beneath
that cold exterior. Passe-partout was beginning to love
Mr. Fogg.

The guide remained. What course would he take
in this business? He would probably side with the
natives. At any rate, if he would not assist, his neutrality
must be assured.

Sir Francis put the question to him plainly.

“Your honour,” replied the man, “I am a Parsee.
The woman is a Parsee also, You may dispose of me
as you wish.”

“ Good,” replied Sir Francis.

“But,” continued the guide, “you must remember
that not only do we risk our lives in this affair, but we
may be horribly tortured if we are taken alive. So take
care.”

“We have made up our minds to run the risk,” said
Mr. Fogg. “TI think we had better wait till nightfall
before we act.” :

“T think so too,” said the guide, who then proceeded
to give his employers some information respecting the
lady. He said she was a Parsee, a celebrated Indian
beauty, daughter of one of the richest merchants in
Bombay. She had received a complete English edu-
cation ; her manners and tastes were all European. Her

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name was Aouda. She was, moreover, an orphan, and
had been married against her will to the rajah. She
had only been three months wed. Knowing the fate
that awaited her, she had attempted to escape, but was
immediately retaken; and the rajah’s relatives, who
were desirous, from motives of interest, for her death,
had devoted her to the suttee, which now appeared
inevitable.

These particulars only served to confirm Mr. Fogg
and his companions in their generous resolve. It
was then decided that the guide should take them as
near to the pagoda as possible without attracting
attention.

In about half an hour the elephant was halted in the
brushwood about five hundred yards from the temple,
which was not visible; but the shouts of the fanatics
were distinctly audible.

The best manner of releasing the intended victim
was then discussed. The guide was acquainted with the
pagoda in which he declared the young woman was
imprisoned. Was it possible to enter by one of the
doors, when all the band of priests, etc., were wrapped in
a drunken sleep ? or, should they enter through a hole in
the wall? This could only be decided when they
reached the pagoda. But one thing was very certain,
and that was that the deed must be done at night, and
not at daybreak, when the victim was being led to
the sacrifice. Then human aid would be powerless to
save her.

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in the evening it would be dark, and then they would
make a reconnaissance. The last cries of the fakirs
would by that time be hushed. The Hindoos would by
that time, according to custom, be wrapped in the
intoxicating arms of “ bang”—liquid opium mixed with
hemp ; and it would be possible to glide past them into
the temple.

The whole party, guided by the Parsee, then ad-
vanced stealthily through the forest. After ten minutes’
creeping beneath the branches of the trees, they reached
a rivulet, whence, by the glare of the torches, they were
enabled to distinguish the funeral pyre, composed of the
fragrant sandal-wood, and already saturated with perfumed
oil. Upon this pile lay the dead body of the deceased
prince, which was to be burned with his widow. A
hundred paces from the pyre was the pagoda, the
minarets of which uprose beyond the tops of the sur-
rounding trees.

“Come on,” whispered the guide.

With increasing caution the Parsee, followed by his
companions, glided silently amongst the tall grasses.
The murmur of the breeze through the trees was the
only sound that broke the silence.

The Parsee soon halted on the border of the clearing.
Some torches lit up the space. The ground was covered
with groups of tipsy sleepers, and bore a great resem-
blance to a battle-field strewn with dead bodies. Men,
women, and children lay all together. Some drunken
individuals still staggered about here and there. In the
background the temple loomed amid the thick trees.

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But greatly to the disappointment of the guide, armed
rajpoots kept watch by torchlight upon the doors, in front
of which they paced up and down with naked swords.
No doubt the priests within were equally vigilant.

The Parsee advanced no farther. He perceived at
once that it was impossible to force an entrance to the
temple, and he led his companions back again. Sir
Francis and Mr. Fogg also understood that no more
could be done in that direction. They stopped and
consulted together in undertones.

“Let us wait a little,” whispered the brigadier. “It
is only eight o’clock. Those sentries may go to sleep
later.”

‘“‘ That is possible, certainly,” said the Parsee.

So they all Jay down under the trees and waited.

The time passed very slowly. At intervals the guide
would go forward and reconnoitre. But the guards
were always there ; the torches burned brightly still, and
an uncertain glimmer penetrated through the windows of
the temple from the inside.

They waited until nearly midnight. There was no
change in the situation. The sentries were sleepless,
and it became evident that they intended to keep watch
all night. They were probably quite sober. It now
became necessary to try another plan and to cut through
the walls of the pagoda. There was then the chance of
finding the priests awake inside, watching their intended
victim as closely as the soldiers guarded the door.

After a final consultation, the guide expressed him-
self ready to proceed. Mr. Fogg, Sir Francis, and



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Passe-partout followed. They made a long detour with
the intention of approaching the pagoda from behind.
About half-past twelve they gained the walls without
having encountered anyone. Evidently no watch was
‘kept at the side, but it was equally evident that there
was neither window nor door at the back.

The night was dark. The moon, then in her last
quarter, appeared scarcely above the horizon, and was
covered frequently by thick clouds. The trees also
served to render the darkness more profound. It was
enough to have reached the wall, an opening must be
discovered or made. To accomplish this, Mr. Fogg and
his companions had nothing but their pocket-knives.
Fortunately, the temple walls were only composed of
bricks and wood, which would not be very hard to cut
through. Once the first brick had been taken out, the
rest was easy.

They set about the work immediately, and as noise-
lessly as possible. The Parsee and Passe-partout worked
away to loosen the bricks in a space about two feet wide.
The labour was continued, and they were getting on
capitally, when a cry was heard from the interior of the
temple, and was immediately succeeded by others from
the outside. Passe-partout and the guide ceased work-
ing. Had they been heard, and had the alarm been
given ? Common prudence necessitated a retreat, which
was effected in company with Sir Francis Cromarty and
Phileas Fogg. They ensconced themselves again beneath
the trees to wait until the alarm, if it were an alarm, had
subsided, and ready in that event to resume their opera-



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tions. But, alas! the guards now completely surrounded
the pagoda and prevented all approach. It would be
difficult to depict the disappointment of these four men
at this unfortunate contretemps. As they were prevented
from approaching the victim, how could they hope to
save her? Sir Francis Cromarty clenched his hands,
Passe-partout was almost beside himself, and even the
guide had some difficulty in preserving his self-restraint.
The impassible Phileas Fogg alone preserved ‘his
equanimity.

“T suppose we may as well go away now ?” whispered
Sir Francis Cromarty.

“ That’s all we can do,” the guide assented.

“Don’t be in a hurry,” said Mr. Fogg. “It will suit
me well enough if we reach Allahabad at mid-day.”

“But what do you expect to do if we remain here?”
said Sir Francis. “It will be. daylight in a couple of
hours, and——”

“We may get a chance at the last moment.”

The brigadier would have liked to have been able to
read the expression of Mr. Fogg’s face. What was he
thinking about, this cool-headed Englishman? Would
he, at the last moment, throw himself upon the burning
pile, and snatch her from the clutches of her executioners
openly ?

Such a proceeding would have been the height of
folly, and no one could for a moment imagine that
Mr. Fogg was so foolhardy as that. Nevertheless, Sir
Francis consented to wait the dénouement of this terrible
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clearing, where, from behind a thicket, they could obsetve
all the proceedings. Meanwhile, Passe-partout had been
hatching a project in his busy brain, and at last the idea
came forth like a flash of lightning. His first concep-
tion of the notion he had repudiated as ridiculously
foolish, but at length he began to look upon the project
as feasible. “It is a chance,” he muttered, “but perhaps
the only one with such bigoted idiots.” At any rate
he wriggled himself to the end of the lowest branch of
a tree, the extremity of which almost touched the
ground.

The hours passed slowly on, and at length some
faint indications of day became visible in the sky. But
it was still quite dark in the neighbourhood of the
pagoda. i

This was the tinie chosen for the sacrifice. The
sleeping groups arose as if the resurrection had arrived.
The tom-toms sounded. Chants and cries were once
more heard. The sublime moment had come !

Just then the doors of the pagoda were opened, and
a strong light flashed out from the interior. The victim
could be perceived being dragged by two priests to the
door. It appeared to the spectators that the unhappy
woman, having shaketi off the effects of her enforced
intoxication, was endeavouring to escape from her
executioners. Sir Francis Cromarty was deeply agitated,
and seizing Mr. Fogg’s hand cohvulsively he perceived
that the hand grasped an open knife.

The crowd now began to move about. Thé young
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passed between the lines of fakirs who escorted her,
uttering wild cries as they proceeded.

Phileas Fogg and his companions followed on the
outskirts of the crowd. Two minutes later they reached
the bank of the stream, and stopped about fifty paces
from the funeral pyre, upon which the corpse was
extended. In the dim religious light, they could per-
ceive the outline of the victim close beside her
deceased husband.

A lighted torch was then quickly applied to the pile
of wood, which, saturated with oil, was instantly ina blaze.
Sir Francis Cromarty and the guide had to exert all their
strength to restrain Mr. Fogg, who, in his generous
indignation, appeared about to rush upon the blazing
pile.

But just as Phileas Fogg had succeeded in throwing
them off, a change came o’er the scene. A cry of terror
rose from the natives, and they bowed themselves to the
earth in indescribable terror.

The old rajah was not dead after all; there he was
standing upright upon the fiery funeral pile, clasping his
young wife in his arms; ready to leap from amid the
smoke into the midst of the horror-stricken crowd.
The fakirs, the guards, the priests were all seized with
superstitious fear, and lay, faces to the earth, not daring
to lift their eyes to behold such a stupendous miracle.

The resuscitated man was thus practically quite close
to the place where Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty
were standing with the guide.

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IN EIGHTY DAYS. 89

It was only Passe-partout, who had, unperceived,
gained the pyre under cover of the smoke, and had
rescued the young lady from certain death. It was
Passe-partout himself who, thanks to his happy audacity,
was enabled to pass unharmed through the terrified
assemblage.

In an instant the four friends had disappeared in the
woods, and the elephant was trotting rapidly away. But
very soon the loud cries and the clamour that arose told
them that the trick had been discovered, and a bullet
whizzed by as an additional confirmation. For there
upon the blazing pile lay the rajah’s corpse; and the
priests quickly understood that a rescue had been so far
successfully accomplished. They immediately dashed
into the forest, accompanied by the soldiers, who fired a
volley ; but the fugitives had got away, and in a few
moments more were out of reach of arrows and bullets
both.

CHAPTER XIV.

In which Phileas Fogg descends the charming Valley of the Ganges,
without noticing its Beauties.

THE rash attempt had proved successful. An hour
later, Passe-partout was laughing at the result of his



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venturous plan. Sir Francis Cromarty had shaken hands
with him. His master had said, “Well done!” which
from him was high commendation indeed. To which
expressions of approbation, Passe-partout had replied
that all the credit of the affair belonged to his master.
His own share in it had been an absurd notion after
all; and he laughed again when he thought that he,
Passe-partout; thé ex-gymnast, ex-sergeant of the fire
brigade, had actually played the part of spouse of
a beautiful young lady, the widow of an embalmed
rajah !

As for the young lady herself, she was still insensible,
and quite unconscious of all that was passing or had
lately passed. Wrapped up in a.-railroad-rug, she was
now reclining in one of the howdahs.

Meanwhile the elephant, guided with unerting care
by the Parsee, was progressing rapidly through the still
gloomy forest. After an hour’s ride, they arrived at an
extensive plain. At seven o’clock they halted. The
young lady was still quite unconscious. The guide
poured some brandy down her throat, but she remained
insensible for some time afterwards. Sir Francis
Cromarty, who was aware that no serious evil effects
supervened from the inhalation of the fumes of hemp,
was in no way anxious about her.

But if her restoration to consciousness was not a
subject of anxiety to the brigadier, he was less assured
respecting her life in the future. He did not hesitate to
tell Mr. Fogg that if Madame Aouda remained in India,
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. IN EIGHTY DAYS. gr

executioners. Those fanatics were scattered everywhere
through the peninsula, and there was not a doubt that,
despite the English police, the Hindoos would claim
their victim, no matter in what presidency she might
endeavour to take refuge. And in support of his
assertion, Sir Francis instanced a similar case which had
recently taken place. His opinion, therefore, was that
she would only be in absolute safety when she quitted
India for ever.

Mr. Fogg replied that he would consider the matter,
and give his opinion later.

About ten o’clock the guide announced that they
were close to Allahabad. Then they would be able to
continue their journey by the railroad, and in about four-
and-twenty hours they would reach Calcutta. Phileas
Fogg would in that case be in time to catch the Hong
Kong steamer, which was to sail at noon on the 25th of
October, The young woman was safely bestowed in a
private waiting-room, while Passe-partout was hurriedly
despatched to purchase various necessary articles of
clothing, etc., for her use. His master supplied the funds
for the purpose. ,

Passe-partout hastened away, and ran through the
streets of Allahabad—the City of God—one of the most
sacred cities of India, inasmuch as it is built at the
junction of the two holy streams of the Ganges and the
Jumna, whose waters attract pilgrims from every part of
the peninsula. We are also told that the Ganges has its
source in heaven, whence, owing to the influence of
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While he made his purchases diligently, Passe-partout
did not forget to look about him and see something of
the city. It was at one time defended by a splendid
fort, which has since become the State prison. Commerce
and business no longer occupy their former places in
Allahabad. Vainly did the worthy European seek for
such emporiums as he would have met in Regent Street ;
he could find nothing better than the shop of an old
Jew clothesman—a crusty old man he was too. From
him he purchased a tweed dress, a large cloak, and a
magnificent otter-skin pelisse which cost seventy-five
pounds. With these garments he returned in triumph to
the railway station.

Mrs. Aouda had by that time partly recovered con-
sciousness. The influence of the drug administered by
the priests was passing away by degrees, and her bright
eyes were once again resuming their soft and charming
Indian expression. .

The poet-king, Ucgaf Uddaul, celebrating the charms
of the Queen of Ahundnagara, thus sings :

“Her shining locks, parted in the centre of her fore-
head, set off the harmonious contours of her white and
delicate cheeks, all glowing in their freshness. Her ebon
brows have the shape and power of the bow of Kama,
the god of love; and beneath her silken lashes, her dark
eyes swim in liquid tenderness, as in the sacred lakes of
the Himalayas is reflected the celestial light. Her
glittering, even, pearl-like teeth shine between the
smiling lips as the dewdrops in the half-closed petals of
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IN EIGHTY DAYS. 93

her small hands, her little feet, tender as the buds of
lotus, sparkle with the pearls of Ceylon and the dazzling
diamonds of the famed Golconda. Her rounded, supple
waist, which hand may circle round, displays the curving
outline of the hips, and swelling bosom, where youth in
all its loveliness expands its perfect treasures. Beneath
the tunic-folds the limbs seem formed within a silver
mould by the god-like hand of Vicvarcarnia, the im-
mortal sculptor.”

Without exactly comparing Mrs. Aouda with the
foregoing description, it may be stated that she was a
most charming woman, in the fullest acceptation of the
term. She spoke English with fluency and purity, and
the guide had only stated the truth when he had averred
that the Parsee lady had been transformed by her
education. :

The train was about to start; Mr. Fogg was paying
the Parsee guide his hire as agreed—not a farthing in
excess. This business-like arrangement rather astonished
Passe-partout, when he recalled all they owed to the
guide’s devotion. In fact, the Parsee had risked his life
voluntarily by engaging in the affair at Pillaji, and if he
should be caught by the Hindoos he would very likely
be severely dealt with. There was still Kiouni, however.
What was to be done with the elephant, which had cost
so much? But Phileas Fogg had already made up
his mind on that point.

“Parsee,” said he to the guide, “‘you have been most
useful and devoted to us. I have paid for your services,
but not for-your devotion. Would you like to have the



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elephant? If so, he is yours.” The eyes of the guide
sparkled.

“Your honour is giving me a fortune!” he exclaimed.

“Take him,” replied Mr. Fogg, “and then I shall still
be in your debt.”

“ Hurrah!” cried Passe-partout; “take him, my
friend. Kiouni is a fine animal;” and going up to the
beast, he gave him some pieces of sugar, saying, “ Here,
Kiouni, take this, and this.”

The elephant gave vent to some grunts of satisfaction,
and then seizing Passe-partout by the waist with his
trunk, he lifted him up. Passe-partout, not in the least
afraid, continued to caress the animal, which replaced
him gently on the ground, and to the pressure of the
honest Kiouni’s trunk, Passe-partout responded with a
kindly blow.

Some short time after, Phileas Fogg, Sir Francis
Cromarty, and Passe-partout were seated with Mrs. Aouda,
who occupied the best place in a comfortable compart-
ment of the train, which was speeding towards Benares.
This run of eighty miles from Allahabad was accom-
plished in two hours, and in that time the young lady

. had quite recovered from the drugs she had inhaled.

Her astonishment at finding herself in the train,
dressed in European garments, and with three travellers
utterly unknown to her, may be imagined.

Her companions in the first place showed her every
attention, even to the administration of a few drops of
liqueur, and then the general told her what had happened.
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Fogg, who had risked his life to save hers, and upon the
termination of the adventure, of which Passe-partout was
the hero. Mr. Fogg made no remark whatever, and
Passe-partout looked very bashful, and declared it was
not worth speaking of.

Mrs, Aouda thanked her deliverers effusively by
tears at least as much as by words. Her beautiful eyes
even more than her lips expressed her gratitude. Then
her thoughts flew back to the suttee, and as she
remarked she was still on Indian territory, she shud-
dered with horror. Phileas Fogg, guessing her thoughts,
hastened to reassure her, and quietly offered to escort
her to Hong Kong, where she could remain till the
affair had blown over. This offer the lady most gratefully
accepted, for—curiously enough—a relative of hers, a
Parsee like herself, was then residing at Hong Kong, and
was one of the principal merchants of that British
settlement.

At half-past twelve the train stopped at Benares.
Brahmin legends state that this town is built upon the
site of the ancient Casi, which was at one time suspended
between heaven and earth, like Mahomet’s coffin. But
in these practical days, Benares, which orientals call the
Athens of India, rests prosaically upon the ground, and
Passe-partout caught many a glimpse of brick houses
and numerous clay huts, which gave the place a desolate
appearance, without any local colour.

Sir Francis Cromarty had now reached his destina-
tion ; the troops he was to command were encamped a
few miles to the north of the town. He took farewell of



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Phileas Fogg, wished him every success, and expressed a
hope that he would continue his journey in a more
profitable and less original manner. Mr. Fogg gently
pressed his companion’s hand. Mrs. Aouda was more
demonstrative ; she could not forget what she owed to
Sir Francis Cromarty. As for Passe-partout, he was
honoured with a hearty shake of the general’s hand, and
was much impressed thereby. So they parted.

From Benares the railway traverses the valley of the
Ganges. The travellers had many glimpses of the varied
country of Behar, the hills covered with verdure, and a
succession of barley, wheat, and corn fields, jungles full
of alligators, neat villages, and thick forests. Elephants
and other animals were bathing in the sacred river, as
were also bands of Hindoos of both sexes, who, notwith-
standing the advanced season of the year, were accom-
plishing their pious ablutions. These devotees were
declared enemies of Buddhism, and were strict~Brah-
mins, believing in Vishnu, the sun god; Shiva, the
personification of nature; and Brahma, the head of
priests and rulers. But how do Brahma, Shiva, and
Vishnu regard India, now completely Anglicised, with
hundreds of steamers darting and screaming along the
holy waters of the Ganges, frightening the birds and
beasts and faithful followers of the gods dwelling along
the banks ?

The landscape passed rapidly by, and was occasion-
ally hidden by the stream. The travellers could now
discern the fort of Chunar, twenty miles south-west of
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manufactories came in sight; then they caught a glimpse
of the tomb of Lord Cornwallis, which rises on the left
bank of the river; then the fortified town of Buxar ;
Patna, the great commercial city and principal opium-
market of India; Monghir, an European town, as
English as Manchester or Birmingham, with its foun-
dries, factories, and tall chimneys vomiting forth volumes
of black smoke.

Night fell, and still the train rushed on, in the midst
of the roaring and growling of wild animals, which fled
from the advancing locomotive. Nothing could of course
then be seen of those wonders of Bengal, Golconda, the
ruins of Gom, and Morschabad, Burdwan, the ancient
capital, Hooghly, Chandernagore, in French territory,
where Passe-Partout would have been glad to see his
country’s ensign.

At last, at seven o’clock in the morning, they reached
Calcutta. The steamer for Hong Kong was not to leave
till mid-day, so Phileas Fogg had still five hours to spare.

According to his journal, he was due at Calcutta on
the 25th October—twenty-three days from London; and
at Calcutta he.was as arranged. He had neither gained
nor lost so far. Unfortunately, the two days he had had
to spare he spent as we have seen while crossing the
peninsula; but we must not suppose that Phileas Fogg
regretted his actions for a moment. , es

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CHAPTER XV.

In which the Bag of Bank-notes is lightened by some Thousands of
Pounds more.

PassE-PaARTOUT was the first to alight from the train ;
Mr. Fogg followed, and helped out his fair companion.
Phileas had counted upon proceeding directly to the
steamer, so as to settle Mrs. Aouda comfortably on
board. He was unwilling to leave her so long, as she
was on such dangerous ground.

As Mr. Fogg was leaving the station a policeman
approached him, and said, “Mr. Phileas Fogg, is it
not ?”

“Tt is,” replied Phileas.

“And this is your servant?” continued the police-
man, indicating Passe-partout.

66 Yes.”

* Will you be so good as to follow me?”

Mr. Fogg did not appear in the least degree sur-
prised. The policeman was a representative of the law,
and to an Englishman the law is sacred. Passe-partout,
like a Frenchman, wanted to argue the point, but the
policeman touched him with his cane, and his master
made him a sign to obey. .

“This young lady can accompany us ?” said Mr. Fogg.

“Certainly,” replied the policeman. —

Mr. Fogg, Mrs. Aouda, and Passe-partout were
then conducted to a “ palkighari,” a sort of four-wheeled



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CHAPTER I. P

In which Phileas Fogg and Passe-partout Soe zelttvely, the

positions of Master and Servant 3 4
CHAPTER II.

Passe-partout is convinced that he has attained the cbject of his

ambition . : ‘ ; .

CHAPTER IIL.

Inwhich a Conversation arises which is likely to cost Phileas Fogg dear

CHAPTER IV.
In which Phileas Fogg astonishes Passe-partout . .
CHAPTER V.
In which a New Kind of Investment appears on the Stock Exchange
: CHAPTER VI.
In which Fix, the Detective, betrays some not‘unnatural Impatience
CHAPTER VIL.
Which once more shows the ee of pessvers where Policemen
are concerned . "i 6 . 8 .
CHAPTER VIII.
In which Passe-partout talks a little more than he ought to have done
CHAPTER IX.
In which the Red Sea and the Indian Ocean favour the Projects of
Phileas Fogg 7 : ' d . : ‘
CHAPTER X,
In which Passe-partout thinks himself lucky in escaping with only
the Loss of his Shoes F . . : .
Cry APTER Xt,
Showing how Phileas Fogg purchased a‘‘ Mount” ata Fabulous Price
CHAPTER XII.
Showing what happened to Phileas Iogg and his peaeaniols as
they traversed the Forest .
CHAPTER XU.
Showing how Passe-partout De once again that Fortune
favours the Brave ‘ . .
CHA Pir ER x Iv.
In which Phileas Fogg descends the charming, Vz alley of the Capes)
without noticing its Beauties . :
CHAPTER XV.
In which the Bag of Bank-notes is lightened by some Thousands of
Pounds more 3 . ‘ . : : 7 ‘
CHAPTER XVI.
Fix does not at all understand what is said to him . : .
CHAPTER XVII.
What happened on the Voyage between Singapore and Hong Kong

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CHAPTER XVIII. PAGE
In which Phileas Fogg, Fee One and Fix severally go each
about his own business. 7 . 118

CHA .PTER XIX.
Showing how Passe-partout took too ee an interest in his Master,

and what came of it . : . . . Saad
CHAPTER Xx.
Showing how Fix and Fogg come face to face . . . + 132

CHAPTER XXI.
Showing how the Owner of the Zawkadere nealy a the Bonus of
Two Hundred Pounds : : ; . 140
CHAPTER XXII.
Showing how Passe-partout finds out that, even at the Antipodes, it
is prudent to have Money in his Pocket . e . . - 148

CHAPTER XXIII.

In which Passe-partout's Nose gets immeasurably long . . - 156
CHAPTER XXIV.
In which the Pacific Ocean is crossed. 7 ° . . » 164

CHAPTER XXV.
A Glimpse of San Francisco-—-A Political Meeting . . . » 170
CHAPTER XXVI.
Showing how Mr. Fogg and Party journeyed in the Pacific Express 177
CHAPTER XXVII.
Showing how Passe-partout went through a Course of Mormon
History at the rate of Twenty Miles an Hour . . : » 183
CHAPTER XXVIII.
In which Passe-partout cannot make anyone listen to the pangusee
of Reason. . . . « 190
CHAPTER XXIX.
In which certain Incidents are told which are never met with See

on Railroads in the United States. 7 ’ , 200
CHAPTER XXX.
In which Phileas Fogg simply does his Duty . ' , . + 208

CHAPTER XXXL,
In which the Detective forwards Mr. Fogg's Interest considerably . 216

CHAPTER XXXII.

In which Phileas Fogg struggles against Ill-luck . . . + 222
CHAPTER XXXIII.

In which Phileas Fogg rises to the Occasion . . . . - 226
CHAPTER XXXIV.

In which Passe-partout uses Strong Language eos . + 235
CHAPTER XXXV. > :

Passe-partout obeys Orders quickly. . . 5 : ; » 238

CHAPTER XXXVI.
In which Phileas Fogg’s Name is once again at a pienium on the
Exchange’ ~. ” ‘ © 245
CHAPTER XXXVII.
Showing how Phileas Fogg gained only Mapoiness by his ‘Tour
round the World. . . ‘ 7 » 250
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CHAPTER I.

In which Phileas Fogg and Passe-partout accept, relatively, the
positions of Master and Servant.

In the year of grace One thousand eight hundred
and seventy-two, the house in which Sheridan died
in 1816—viz. No. 7, Saville Row, Burlington Gardens—
was occupied by Phileas Fogg, Esq., one of the most
eccentric members of the Reform Club, though it always
appeared as if he were very anxious to avoid remark.
Phileas had succeeded to the house of one of England’s
greatest orators, but, unlike his predecessor, no one knew
anything of Fogg, who was impenetrable, though a brave
man and moving in the best society. Some people
declared that he resembled Byron—merely in appear-
ance, for he was irreproachable in tone—but still a Byron
with whiskers and moustache : an impassible Byron, who
might live a thousand years and not get old.

A thorough Briton was Phileas Fogg, though perhaps
not a Londoner. He was never seen on the Stock
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Exchange, nor at the Bank of England, nor at any of
the great City houses. No vessel with a cargo consigned
to Phileas Fogg ever entered the port of London. He
held no Government appointment. He had never been
entered at any of the Inns of Court. He had never
pleaded at the Chancery Bar, the Queen’s Bench, the
Exchequer, or the Ecclesiastical Courts. He was not
a merchant, a manufacturer, a farmer, nor a man of
business of any kind. He was not in the habit of
frequenting the Royal Institution or any other of the
learned societies of the metropolis. He was simply a
member of the “ Reform,” and that was all !

If anyone ever inquired how it was that he had
become a member of the club, the questioner was
informed that he had been put up by the Barings, with
whom he kept his account, which always showed a good
balance, and from which his cheques were regularly and
promptly honoured.

Was Phileas Fogg a rich man? Unquestionably:
But in what manner he had made his money even the
best-informed gossips could not tell, and Mr. Fogg
was the very last person from whom one would seek
to obtain information on the subject. He was never
prodigal in expenditure, but never stingy ; and whenever
his contribution towards some good or useful object
was required he gave cheerfully, and in many cases
gnonymously.

In short, he was one of the most uncommunicati¥e
of men. He talked little, and his habitual taciturnity
added to the mystery surrounding him. Nevertheless,
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his life was simple and open enough, but he regulated
all his actions with a mathematical exactness which, to the
imagination of the quidnuncs, was in itself suspicious.

Had he ever travelled? It was very probable, for
no one was better informed in the science of geography.
There was apparently no out-of-the-way place concerning
which he had not some exclusive information. Occa-
sionally, in a few sentences, he would clear away the
thousand-and-one rumours which circulated in the club
concerning some lost or some nearly-forgotten traveller ;
he would point out the true probabilities ; and it really
appeared as if he were gifted with second sight, so
correctly were his anticipations justified by succeeding
events. He was a man who must have been everywhere
—in spirit at least.

One thing at any rate was certain, viz. that he had
not been absent from London for many a year. Those
with whom he was on a more intimate footing used to
declare that no one had ever seen him anywhere else but
on his way to or from his club. His only amusement
was a game of whist, varied by the perusal of the daily
papers. At whist, which was a game peculiarly fitted to
such a taciturn disposition as his, he was habitually a
winner ; but his gains always were expended in charitable
objects. Besides, it was evident to everyone that
Mr. Fogg played for the game, not for the sake ot
winning money. It was a trial of skill with him, a
combat ; but a fight unaccompanied by fatigue, and one
entailing no great exertion, and thus suiting him ® down
to the ground !”
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No one had ever credited Phileas Fogg with wife or
child, which even the most scrupulously honest people
may possess; nor even had he any near relatives or
intimate friends, who are more rare in this world. He
lived alone in his house in Saville Row, and no one
called upon him, or at any rate entered there. One
servant sufficed for him. He took all his meals at his
club, but he never shared a table with any of his
acquaintance, nor did he ever invite a stranger to
dinner. He only returned home to sleep at midnight
precisely, for he never occupied any one of the com-
fortable bedrooms provided by the ‘‘ Reform” for its
members. ‘len hours of the four-and-twenty he passed
at home, partly sleeping, partly dressing or undressing.
If he walked, it was in the entrance-hall with its mosaic
pavement, or in the circular gallery beneath the dome,
which was supported by twenty Ionic columns. Here
he would pace with measured step. When he dined or
breakfasted, all the resources of the club were taxed to
supply his table with the daintiest fare ; he was waited
upon by the gravest black-coated servants, who stepped
softly as they ministered to his wants upon a special
porcelain service and upon the most expensive damask.
His wine was contained in decanters of a now unobtain-
able mould, while his sherry was iced to the most
excellent point of refrigeration of the Wenham Lake.

If existence under such circumstances be a proof of
eccentricity, it must be confessed that something may be
said in favour of it.

The house in Saville Row, without being luxurious,
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was extremely comfortable. Besides, in accordance with
the habits of the tenant, the service was reduced to a
minimum. But Phileas Fogg exacted the most rigid
punctuality on the part of his sole domestic—something
supernatural in fact. On this very day, the 2nd of
October, Fogg had given James Forster notice to leave,
because the fellow had actually brought up his master’s
shaving-water at a temperature of eighty-four instead of
eighty-six degrees Fahrenheit ; and Phileas was now look-
ing out for a successor, who was expected between eleven
and half-past.

Phileas Fogg was seated in his arm-chair, his feet
close together at the position of “attention ;” his hands
were resting on his knees, his body was drawn up; with
head erect he was watching the clock, which, by a com-
plexity of mechanism, told the hours, minutes, seconds,
the days of the week, and the month and year. As
this clock chimed half-past eleven, Mr. Fogg, according
to custom, would leave the house and walk down to
his club.

Just then a knock was heard at the door of the room,
and James Forster, the outgoing servant, appeared and
announced, “‘ The new young man” for the place.

A young fellow of about thirty entered and bowed.

“You are a Frenchman, and your name is John,
eh?” inquired Phileas Fogg.

“Jean, sir, if you have no objection,” replied the new-
comer. “Jean Passe-partout, a surname which clings to
me because I have a weakness for change. I believe I
am honest, sir; but to speak plainly, I have tried a good
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many things. I have been an itinerant, singer; a rider in a
circus, where I used to do the trapeze like Leotard and
walk the tight-rope like Blondin; then I became a pro-
fessor of gymnastics; and, finally, in order to make
myself useful, I became a fireman in Paris, and bear on
my back to this day the scars of several bad burns. But
it is five years since I left France, and wishing to enjoy a
taste of domestic life I became a valet in England. Just
now being out of a situation, and having heard that you,
sir, were the most punctual and regular gentleman in the
United Kingdom, I have come here in the hope that I
shall be able to live a quiet life and forget my name of
Jack-of-all-trades—Passe-partout !”

“ Passe-partout suits me,” replied Mr. Fogg. “TI
have heard a very good character of you, and you have
been well recommended. You are aware of my con-
ditions of service ?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Very well. What o’clock do you make it ?”

“ Twenty-two minutes past eleven,” replied the valet,
as he consulted an enormous silver watch.

You are too slow,” said Mr, Fogg.

“Excuse me, sir, that is impossible !”

“You are four minutes too slow. Never mind, it is
enough to note the error. Now from this moment,
twenty-nine minutes past eleven o’clock in the forenoon
upon this 2nd of October, 1872, you are in my service |”

As he spoke, Phileas Fogg rose from his chair, took
up his hat, put it on his head as an automaton might
have done, and left the room without another word.
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Passe-partout heard the street-door shut; it was his
new master who had gone out. Shortly afterwards he
heard it shut again—that was his predecessor, James
Forster, departing in his turn.

Passe-partout was then left alone in the house in
Saville Row.

CHAPTER II.

Passe-partout is convinced that he has attained the object of his
ambition.

“Fair,” muttered Passe-partout, who for the moment
felt rather in a flutter; “faith, I have seen creatures at
Madame Tussaud’s quite as lively as my new master.”

Madame Tussaud’s “ creatures” are all of wax, and
only want the power of speech.

During the short period that Passe-partout had been
in Mr. Fogg’s presence, he had carefully scrutinised his
future master. He appeared to be about forty years of
age, with a fine face; a tall and well-made man, whose
figure was not too stout. He had light hair and whiskers,
a clear brow, a somewhat pale face, and splendid teeth.
He appeared to possess in a very marked degree that
attribute which physiognomists call “repose in action,” a
faculty appertaining to those whose motto is ‘“ Deeds, not
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words.” Calm and phlegmatic, with a clear and steady
eye, he was the perfect type of those cool Englishmen
whom one meets so frequently in the United Kingdom,
and whom Angelica Kauffmann has so wonderfully por-
trayed. Mr. Fogg gave one the idea of being perfectly
balanced, like a perfect chronometer, and as well regu-
lated. He was, in fact, the personification of exactness,
which was evident in the very expression of his hands
and feet ; for amongst men, as amongst the lower animals,
the members are expressive of certain passions.

Phileas Fogg was one of those mathematical people
who, never in a hurry, and always ready, are economical
of their movements. He never made even one step too
many; he always took the shortest cut ; he never wasted
a glance, nor permitted himself a superfluous gesture.
No one had ever seen him agitated or moved by any
emotion. He was the last man in the world to hurry
himself, but he always arrived in time. He lived quite
alone, and, so to speak, outside the social scale. He
knew that in life there is a great deal of friction ; and as
friction always retards progress, he never rubbed against
anybody.

As for Jean, who called himself Passe-partout, he
was a Parisian of the Parisians. He had been for five
years in England, and had taken service in London as
a valet-de-chambre, during which period he had in vain
sought for such a master as Mr. Fogg.

Passe-partout was not one of those Frontii or
Mascarilles, who, with high shoulders and snubbed noses,
and plenty of assurance, are nothing more than impudent
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dunces; he was a good fellow, with a pleasant face,
somewhat full lips, always ready to eat or to kiss, with one
of those g:od round heads that one likes to see on the
shoulders of one’s friends. He had bright blue eyes,
was somewhat stout, but very muscular, and possessed of
great strength. He wore his hair in a somewhat
tumbled fashion. If sculptors of antiquity were aware
of eighteen ways of arranging the hair of Minerva,
Passe-partout knew but one way of doing his, namely,
with three strokes of a comb.

We will not go as far as to predict how the man’s
nature would accord with Mr. Foge’s. It was a question
whether Passe-partout was the exact sort of servant to
suit such a master. Experience only would show. After
having passed his youth in such a vagabond manner, he
looked forward to some repose.

Having heard of the proverbial method and coolness
of the English gentleman, he had come to seek his
fortune in England; but up to the present time fate had
been adverse, He had tried six situations, but remained
in none. In all of them he had found either a
whimsical, an irregular, or a restless master, which did
not suit Passe-partout. His last master, the young Lord
Longsferry, M.P.,-after passing the evening in the Hay-
market, was carried home on the policemen’s shoulders.
Passe-partout, wishing above all things to respect his
master, remonstrated in a respectful manner ; but as his
expostulations were so ill received, he took his leave.
Tt was at that time that he heard Phileas Fogg was in
search of a servant, and he presented himself for the
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situation. A gentleman whose life was so regular,
who never stayed away from home, who never travelled,
who never was absent even for a day, was the very master
for him, so he presented himself and was engaged, as we
have seen.

Thus it came to pass that at halfpast eleven o’clock,
Passe-partout found himself alone in the house in Saville
Row. He immediately commenced to look about him,
and search the house from cellar to garret. This well-
arranged, severe, almost puritanical house pleased him
very much. It appeared to him like the pretty shell of
asnail; but a snail’s shell lighted and warmed with gas
would serve for both those purposes. He soon dis-
covered the room he was to occupy, and was quite
satisfied. Electric bells and indiarubber speaking-tubes
put him into communication with the rooms below.
Upon the chimney-piece stood an electric clock, which
kept time exactly with that in Phileas Fogg’s bedroom.

“This will suit me exactly,” said Passe-partout to
himself.

He also remarked in his room a notice fixed above
the clock. It was the programme of his daily duties.
It included the whole details of the service from eight
o’clock in the morning, the hour at which Mr. Fogg
invariably arose, to halfpast eleven, when he left the
house to breakfast at the Reform Club. It comprised
everything—the tea and toast at twenty-three minutes
past eight, the shaving-water at thirty-seven minutes past
nine, and his attendance at his master’s toilet at twenty
minutes to ten, andso on, Then from half-past eleven A.M.
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until midnight, when the methodical Fogg retiréd to
bed, everything was noted down and arranged for.
Passe-partout joyfully set himself to study the pro-
gramme and to master its contents,

Mr. Fogg’s wardrobe was well stocked and wonder-
fully arranged. Every pair of trousers, coat, or waistcoat
bore a number, which was also noted in a register of
entries and exits, indicating the date on which, accord-
ing to the season, the clothes were to be worn. ‘There
were even relays of shoes and boots.

In fact, in this house in Saville Row, which had been
a temple of disorder in the days of the illustrious but
dissipated Sheridan, cosiness reigned supreme. ‘There
was no library and no books, which would have been
useless to Mr. Fogg, since there were two reading-rooms
at the Reform Club. In his bedroom was a small safe,
perfectly burglar and fire proof, There were no firearms
nor any other weapons in the house; everything pro-
claimed the owner to be a man of peaceable habits.

After having examined the house thoroughly, Passe-
partout rubbed his hands joyously, a genial smile over-
spread his rounded face, and he muttered :

“This suits me completely. It is the very thing,
We understand each other thoroughly, Mr. Fogg and I.
He is a thoroughly regular and domestic man, a true
machine, Well, I am not sorry to serve a machine.”
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CHAPTER IIL

In which a Conversation arises which is likely to cost Phileas
Fogg dear,

Puiteas Foce left home at half-past eleven, and having
placed his right foot before his left exactly five hundred
and seventy-five times, and his left foot before his right
five hundred and seventy-six times, he arrived at the
Reform Club in Pall Mall, and immediately went up to
the dining-room and took his place at his usual table,
where his breakfast awaited him. The meal was com-
posed of one “ side-dish,” a delicious little bit of boiled
fish, a slice of underdone roast beef with mushrooms, a
rhubarb and gooseberry tart, and some Cheshire cheese ;
the whole washed down with several cups of excellent
tea, for which the Reform Club is celebrated.

At forty-seven minutes after twelve he rose from
table and went into the drawing-room ; there the servant
handed him an uncut copy of Zhe Times, which Phileas
Fogg folded and cut with a dexterity which denoted a
practised hand. The perusal of this journal occupied
him till a quarter to four, and then Z%e Standard sufficed
till dinner-time. This repast was eaten under the same
conditions as his breakfast, and at twenty minutes to
six he returned to the saloon and read Zhe Morning
Chronicle.

About half an hour later, several of Mr. Foge’s friends
entered the room and collected round the fireplace.
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These gentlemen were his usual partners at whist, and,
like him, were all inveterate players.

They comprised Andrew Stuart, an engineer; the
bankers, John Sullivan and Samuel Fallentin; Thomas
Flanagan, the brewer ; and Gauthier Ralph, one of the
directors of the Bank of England ;—all rich, and men of
consequence, even in that club which comprised so
many men of mark.

“Well, Ralph,” asked Thomas Flanagan, ‘ what
about this robbery ?”

- “The bank must lose the money,” replied Stuart.

“On the contrary,” replied Ralph, “I am in hopes
that. we shall be able to put our hand upon the thief.
We have detectives in America and Europe, at all the
principal ports, and it will be no easy matter for him to
escape the clutches of the law.”

“Then you have the robber’s description, of course,”
said Andrew Stuart.

“In the first place he is not a thief at all,” replied
Ralph seriously.

“What do you mean? Is not a man a thief who
takes away fifty-five thousand pounds in bank-notes?”

“No,” replied Ralph.

“He is then a man of business, I suppose?” said
Sullivan.

“ The Morning Chronicle assures mehe is a gentleman.”

This last observation was uttered by Phileas Fogg,
whose head rose up from the sea of papers surrounding
him, and then Phileas got up and exchanged greetings
with his acquaintances.
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The subject of conversation was a robbery, which
was in everyone’s mouth, and had been committed three
days previously—viz. on the 29th of September. A pile
of bank-notes, amounting to the enormous sum of fifty-
five thousand pounds, had been stolen from the counter
at the Bank of England.

The astonishing part of the matter was that the
robbery had been so easily accomplished, and as Ralph,
who was one of the deputy-governors, explained, that
when the fifty-five thousand pounds were stolen, the
cashier was occupied in carefully registering the receipt
of three shillings and sixpence, and of course could not
have his eyes in every direction at once.

It may not be out of place here to remark, which in
some measure may account for the robbery, that the
Bank of England trusts greatly in the honesty of the

‘public. There are no guards, or commissionaires, or
gratings; gold, silver, and notes are all exposed freely,
and, so to speak, at the mercy of the first-comer. No
one’s honesty is suspected. Take the following instance,
related by one of the closest observers of English cus
toms. This gentleman was one day in one of the parlours
of the Bank, and had the curiosity to take up and closely-
examine a nugget of gold weighing seven or eight pounds,
which was lying on the table. Having examined the
ingot, he passed it to his neighbour, he to the next man;
and so the gold went from hand to hand quite down to
the dark entry, and was not returned for quite half an

hour, and all the time the bank official had not raised his
head.
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But on the 29th of September things did not work so
nicely; the pile of bank-notes was not returned; and
when the hands of the magnificent clock in the drawing-
office pointed to the hour of five, at which time the bank
is closed, the sum of fifty-five thousand pounds was
written off to “ profit and loss,”

When it was certain that a robbery had been com-
mitted, the most skilful detectives were sent down to
Liverpool and Glasgow and other principal ports, also to
Suez, Brindisi, New York, &c., with promises of a reward
of two thousand pounds, and five per cent. on the
amount recovered. In the meantime, inspectors were
appointed to observe scrupulously all travellers arriving
at and departing from the several seaports.

Now there was some reason to suppose, as Zhe
Morning Chronicle put it, that the thief did not belong
to a gang, for during the 29th of September a well-
dressed gentlemanly man had been observed in the
bank, near where the robbery had been perpetrated.
An exact description of this person was fortunately
obtained, and supplied to all the detectives; and so
some sanguine persons, of whom Ralph was one, be-
lieved the thief could not escape.

As may be imagined, nothing else was talked about
just then. The probabilities of success and failure were
warmly discussed in the newspapers, so it was not sur-
prising that the members of the Reform Club should
talk about it, particularly as one of the deputy-governors
of the bank was present.

Ralph did not doubt that the search would be

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successful because of the amount of the reward, which
would probably stimulate the zeal of the detectives. But
Andrew Stuart was of a different opinion, and the dis-
cussion was continued between these gentlemen during
their game of whist. Stuart was Flanagan’s partner, and
Fallentin was Fogg’s. While they played they did not
talk ; but between the rubbers the subject cropped up
again.

“Well,” said Stuart, “I maintain that the chances
are in favour of the thief, who must be a sharp one.”

“ But,” replied Ralph, “there is no place a fellow
can go to.”

“ Oh, come !”

“ Well, where can he go to?”

“T can’t tell,” replied Stuart ; “ but the world is big
enough, at any rate.”

“Tt used to be,” said Phileas Fogg, in an undertone,
“Cut, if you please,” he added, handing the cards to
Flanagan.

Conversation was then suspended, but after the
rubber Stuart took it up again, saying:

“What do you mean by ‘used to be?’ Has the
world grown smaller, then ?”

“Of course it has,” replied Ralph. “I am of
Mr. Fogg’s opinion ; the world has grown smaller, inas-
much as one can go round it ten times quicker than you
could a hundred years ago. That is the reason why, in
the present case, search will be more rapid, and render
the escape of the thief easier.”

“Your lead, Mr. Stuart,” said Fogg.
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But the incredulous Stuart was not convinced, and
he again returned to the subject.

“T must say, Mr. Ralph,” he continued, “that you
have found an easy way that the world has grown smaller,
because one now go round it in three months.”

“In eighty days only,” said Phileas Fogg.

“That is a fact, gentlemen,” added John Sullivan.
“You can make the tour of the world in eighty days,
now that the section of the Great Indian Peninsular
Railway is opened between Rothal and Allahabad, and
here is the estimate made by Zhe Morning Chronicle:

T.ondon to Suez, by Mont Cenis and

Brindisi, Rail and Steamer . 7 days.
Suez to Bombay, by Steamer . Sael3 bass
Bombay to Calcutta, by Rail . oe Sp

Calcutta to Hong Kong, by Steamer 13. ,,
Hong Kong to Yokohama, by
Steamer... : : . 6
Yokohama to San Francisco, by
Steamer . : : : ame 2'2
San Francisco to New York, by Rail 7 ,,
New York to London, Steam and
Rail ° ° . . ° 9 ”

Total . 80 days.”

“Yes, eighty days!” exclaimed Stuart, who, being
absorbed in his calculations, made a mis-deal; “but that
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estimate does not take into consideration bad weather,
head-winds, shipwreck, railway accidents, &c.”

“ They are all included,” remarked Fogg, as he con-
tinued to play, for this time the conversation did not
cease with the deal.

“ Even if the Hindoos or Indians take up the rails ?
Suppose they stop the trains, pillage the baggage-waggons,
and scalp the travellers?”

“ All included,” replied Fogg quietly. ‘Two trumps,”
he added, as he won the tricks.

Stuart, who was “pony,” collected the cards, and
said: “No doubt you are.right in theory, Mr. Fogg, but
in practice u

“Tn practice too, Mr. Stuart.”

“T should like to see you do it.”

“Tt only rests with you. Let us go together.”

“ Heaven forbid,” cried Stuart ; “ but I will bet you
a cool four thousand that such a journey, under such
conditions, is impossible.”

“On the contrary, it is quite possible,” replied
Mr. Fogg.

“ Well, then, why don’t you do it?”

“Go round the world in eighty days, do you
mean?”

SeVieShs

T will.”

“When?” ;

“At once; only I give you warning I shall do it at
your expense.”

“Oh, this is all nonsense,” replied Stuart, who began


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to feel a little vexed at Foge’s persistence; “let us
continue the game.”

“You had better deal, then ; that was a mis-deal.”

Andrew Stuart took up the cards, and suddenly put
them down again.

‘Look here, Mr. Fogg,” he said; “if you like, I will
bet you four thousand.”

“My dear Stuart,” said Fallentin, “don’t be ridiculous ;
it is only a joke.”

* When I say I will bet,” said Stuart, “ I mean it.”

“ All right,” said Mr. Fogg; then, turning towards
the others, he said: “I have twenty thousand pounds
deposited at Baring’s. I will willingly risk that sum.”

“Twenty thousand pounds!” exclaimed Sullivan ;
“why, the slightest accident might cause you to lose the
whole of it. Anything unforeseen

“The unforeseen does not exist,” replied Fogg
simply.

“ But, Mr. Fogg, this estimate of eighty days is the
very least time in which the journey can be accomplished.”

“A minimum well employed is quite sufficient.”

“But to succeed you must pass from railways to
steamers, from steamers to railivays, with. mathematical



accuracy.”

“T will be mathematically accurate.”

“Oh, this is a joke !”

‘A true Englishman never jokes when he has a stake
depending on the matter. I bet twenty thousand against
any of you that I will make the tour of the world in
eighty days or less; that is to say, in nineteen hundred
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and twenty hours, or a hundred and fifteen thousand
two hundred minutes. Will you take me?”

“Wedo,” replied the others, after consultation together.

“Very well, then,” said Fogg, “the Dover mail starts
at 8.45; I will go by it.”

“ This evening ?” said Stuart.

“Ves, this evening,” replied Fogg. Then, referring
to a pocket almanack, he added: ‘“ This is Wednesday,
the 2nd of .October; I shall be due in London, in this
room, on Saturday, the 21st of December, at a quarter
to nine in the evening, or, in default, the twenty thousand
at Baring’s, to.my credit, will be yours, gentlemen. Here
is my cheque for that sum.”

A memorandum of the conditions of the bet was
made and signed by all parties concerned. Phileas Fog
was as cool as ever. “He had certainly not bet to
win the money, and he had only bet twenty thousand
pounds, half of his fortune, because he foresaw that he
would probably have to spend the other half to enable
him to carry out this difficult if not actually impossible
feat. His opponents appeared quite agitated, not on
account of the value of their stake, but because they had
some misgivings and scruples about betting under such
conditions.

Seven o’clock struck, and it was suggested that the
game should stop, while Mr. Fogg made his preparations
for the journey.

“T am always ready,” replied this impassible gentle-
man, as he dealt the cards. ‘ Diamonds are trumps,”
he added ; “your lead, Mr. Stuart.”
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CHAPTER IV.

In which Phileas Fogg astonishes Passe-partout.

At twenty-five minutes past seven, Phileas Fogg,
having won twenty guineas at whist, took leave of his
friends and left the club. At ten minutes to eight he
reached home.

Passe-partout, who had conscientiously studied his pro-
gramme, was astonished to see Mr. Fogg appear at such
an unusual hour, for, according to all precedent, he was
not due in Saville Row till midnight.

Phileas Fogg went straight up to his room and called
for Passe-partout.

Passe-partout did notreply. It was evident this could
not refer to him, it was not time.

“ Passe-partout,” cried Mr. Fogg again, but without
raising his voice; “this is the second time I have called
you,” said Mr. Fogg.

“But it is not midnight,” replied Passe-partout, pro-
ducing his watch.

“T know that,” replied Fogg, “and I do not blame
you. We start for Dover and Calais in ten minutes.”

A sort of grimace contracted the Frenchman’s round
face; he evidently did not understand.

“ Are you going out, sir,” he asked.

“Yes,” replied his master; “we are going around
the world.”

Passe-partout at this announcement opened his eyes
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to their greatest extent, held up his arms, and looked the
picture of stupefied astonishment.

“ Around the world!” he muttered.

“In eighty days,” replied Mr. Fogg; “so we have
not a moment to lose.”

“ But the luggage,” said Passe-partout, who was wag-
ging his head unconsciously from side to side.

“We want no luggage; a carpet-bag will do. Pack
up two night-shirts and three pairs of socks, and the same
for yourself. We will buy what we want as we go along.
Bring my mackintosh and travelling-cloak down with
you, and a couple of pairs of strong boots, although we
shall have little or no walking. Look alive.”

Passe-partout wished to speak, but could not. He
left his master’s bedroom, and went upstairs to his own,
fell into a chair, and exclaimed :

“Well, this is coming it pretty strong, and for me
too, who wanted to be quiet !”

Mechanically he set about making preparations for
departure. Around the world in eighty days! Had he
engaged himself with a maniac? No—it was only a
joke. But they were going to Dover and to Calais, So
far so good. After all, he did not object to that very
much, for it was five years since he had seen his native
land. Perhaps they would even go on to Paris, and he
would be delighted to see the capital again. No doubt
a gentleman so economical of his steps would stop there ;
but on the other hand, this hitherto very domestic gentle-
man was leaving home. That was a fact.

At eight o’clock Passe-partout had packed the small
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bag which now contained his master’s luggage and his
own, and in a very troubled frame of mind he quitted his
room, closed the door carefully, and went downstairs to
Mr. Fogg,

That gentleman was quite ready. Under his arm he
carried a copy of “ Bradshaw’s Continental Guide.” He
took the small bag from Passe-partout, opened it, and
placed therein a bulky roll of bank-notes, which will pass
in any country.

“You are sure you have not forgotten anything?” he
asked.

“Quite sure, sir.”

“You have my mackintosh and travelling-cloak ? ”

“ Here they are, sir.”

“Allright, take the bag;” and Mr. Fogg handed it
back to the man. “You had better take care of it,” he
added, “‘ there are twenty thousand pounds in it.”

Passe-partout nearly let the bag fall, as if it were
weighted with the twenty thousand pounds in gold.

Master and man went downstairs together; the
door was shut and double-locked. Phileas called
a cab from the bottom of Saville Row, and drove
to Charing Cross Station. It was twenty minutes
past eight when they reached the railway. Passe-
partout jumped out. His master followed, and
paid the cabman. At this moment a poor beggar-
woman, carrying a baby, looking very miserable with
her naked feet and tattered appearance, approached
Mr. Fogg, and asked for alms,

Mr. Fogg drew from his waistcoat-pocket the twenty
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guineas he had won at whist, and handing them to the
beggar-voman, said: “Take these, my good woman. I
am glad I have met you.” He then entered the station.

_ This action of his master brought the tears into
Passe-partout’s susceptible eyes. Mr. Fogg had risen in
his estimation. That eccentric individual now told him
to take two first-class tickets for Paris, and as he turned
round he perceived his five friends from the Reform Club.

“ Well, gentlemen, you see I am about to start, and
the visas on my passport on my return will convince you
that I have performed the journey.”

“Oh, Mr. Fogg,” replied Gauthier Ralph politely,
“that is quite unnecessary. ‘We believe you to be a.man
of your word.”

“ All the better,” was Foge’s reply.

“You won’t forget when you have to come back,”
observed Stuart.

“In eighty days,” replied Mr. Fogg. “On Saturday,
the 21st day of December, 1872, at forty-five minutes past
eight in the evening. Aw revoir, gentlemen.”

At twenty minutes to nine Phileas Foge and his
servant took their places in the train, At 8.45 the
engine whistled and the train started.

The night was dark, and a fine rain was Elling!
Mr. Fogg was comfortably settled in his corner, and did
not say a word. Passe-partout, still rather in a state of
stupefaction, mechanically gripped the bag with the bank-
notes.

But scarcely had the train rushed through oe
than Passe-partout uttered a cry of despair.
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“ What is the matter with you?” asked Mr. Fogg.

“Oh dear me! In my hurry I quite forgot 2

“What?”

“T forgot to turn the gas off in my room !”

“Very well, my lad,” replied Mr. Fogg coolly, ‘ then
it must burn while we are away—at your expense.”



CHAPTER V.
In which a New Kind of Investment appears on the Stock Exchange,

Wuen Phileas Fogg quitted London, he had no
doubt that his departure would create a great sensation.
The report of the bet spread from the club to outsiders,
and so to all the newspapers in the United Kingdom.

This question of going round the world in eighty
days was commented upon, discussed, and dissected,
and argued as much as the Alabama Claims had been.
Some agreed with Phileas Fogg, but the majority were
against him. To accomplish the tour in fact was an
impossibility, under the present system of communication.
It was sheer madness.

The Times, The Standard, The Morning Chronicle, and
twenty other respectable journals gave their verdict
against Mr. Foge. Zhe Daily Telegraph was the only
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paper that to a certain extent supported him. Phileas
Fogg was generally looked upon as a maniac, and his
friends at the Reform Club were much blamed for
having taken up the wager, which only betrayed the
want of brain of its proposer.

Extremely passionate but logical articles were written
upon the question. We all know the interest that the
English take in any geographical problem, and readers
of every class devoured the columns in which Mr. Fogg’s
expedition was debated.

For the first few days some bold spitits principally
women, espoused his cause, particularly when Zze Lus-
trated London News published his portrait, and certain
gentlemen went so far as to say: “Well, why should he
not after all? More extraordinary things have happened.”
These were chiefly readers of Zhe Datly Telegraph, but
they very soon felt that that journal itself began to waver.

On the 7th of October a long article appeared in the
proceedings of the Royal Geographical Society, the
writer of which treated the question from all points of
view, and clearly demonstrated the futility of the enter-
prise. According to that article, everything was against
the traveller—all obstacles material and physical were
against him. In order to succeed, it was necessary to
admit miraculous concordance in the hours of the arrival
and departure of trains and ships—a concordance which
could not and did not exist. In Europe perhaps he
might be able to reckon upon the punctuality of trains,
but when three days are occupied in crossing India, and
seven in traversing the American continent, how was it
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possible that he could count upon absolute success?
Were not accidents to machinery, runnings off the rails,
collisions, bad weather, or snowdrifts all against Phileas
Fogg? On board ship in winter-time he would be at
the mercy of hurricanes or contrary winds. Even the
best steamers of the transoceanic lines experience a
delay of sometimes two or three days. Now, if only
one such delay occurred, the chain of communication
would be irreparably severed. If Phileas Fogg lost a
steamer by only a few hours, he would be obliged to
wait for the following boat; and that fact alone would
imperil the success of the whole undertaking.

This article made a great sensation. It was copied
into almost all the papers, and the “shares” of Phileas
Fogg fell in proportion.

For the first few days after his departure a good deal
of money was laid on the success or failure of the enter-
prise. Everyone knows that people in England are
great gamblers; it comes natural to them. So the
public all went into the speculation. Phileas Fogg.
became a sort of favourite, as in horse-racing. He was
of a certain value on the Stock Exchange. Fogg bonds
were offered at par or at a premium, and enormous
speculations were entered into. But five days after his
departure, subsequently to the appearance of the article
above quoted, the bonds were at a discount, and they
were offered to anybody who would take them,

One supporter was still left to him, and that the
paralytic Lord Albemarle. This worthy gentleman, who
was unable to leave his chair, would have given his whole
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fortune to have made the tour of the world, even in ten
years, and he had laid fifty thousand pounds on Phileas
Fogg; and when people explained to him at the same
time the folly and uselessness of the expedition, he would
merely reply: “If the thing can be done, the first man
to do it ought to be an Englishman.”

Now as things were, the partisans of Phileas Fogg
were becoming fewer by degrees and beautifully less.
Everybody, and not without reason, was against him.
People would only take fifty or even two hundred to
one, when, seven days after his departure, a quite un-
expected incident deprived him of support at any price.
In fact, at nine o’clock on the evening of the seventh
day, the Chief Inspector of Metropolitan Police received
the following telegram :

‘From Fix, Detective, Suez,

To Rowan, Commissioner of Police, Scotland Yard.

“T have traced the bank-robber, Phileas Fogg.
Send immediately authority for arrest to Bombay.—F 1x.”

The effect of this despatch was immediately ap-
parent. The honourable man gave place to the “ bank-
robber.” His photograph, deposited in the Reform Club
with those of other members, was narrowly scrutinised.
It appeared to be, feature by feature, the very man
whose description had been already furnished to the
police. People now began to recollect Fogg’s mys-
terious manner, his solitary habits, and his sudden
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departure. He must be the culprit, and it was evident
that under the pretext of a voyage round the world,
under shelter of a ridiculous bet, he had no other end in
view but to throw the detectives off the scent.

CHAPTER VI.

In which Fix, the Detective, betrays some not'unnatural Impatience,

THE circumstances under which the foregoing telegram
had been despatched were as follows:

On Wednesday, the 29th of October, the Peninsular
and Oriental Company’s steamer JZongolia was being
anxiously expected at Suez. This vessel made the
passage between Brindisi and Bombay through the Suez
Canal. She is one of the swiftest of the Company’s
vessels, and her usual speed is ten knots an hour between
Brindisi and Suez, and nine and a half between Suez
and Bombay, and sometimes even more.

Pending the arrival of the AZongolia, two men were
walking together up and down the quay in the midst of
the crowd of natives and visitors who thronged the little
town, which, thanks to the enterprise of M. de Lesseps,
was becoming a considerable place. One of these men
was the British Consular Agent at Suez, who, in spite of

c
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the prophecies of the English Government, and the
unfavourable opinion of Stephenson the engineer, beheld
daily English ships passing through the canal, thus
shortening by one-half the old route to India round the
Cape.

The other was a small thin man with a nervous
intelligent face. Beneath his long eyelashes his eyes
sparkled brightly, and at that moment he was displaying
unquestionable signs of impatience, moving hither and
thither, quite unable to keep still for one moment.

This man was Fix, the English detective, who had
been sent out in consequence of the bank robbery. He
carefully scrutinised every traveller, and if one of them
bore any resemblance to the culprit he would be arrested.
Two days previously, Fix had received from London the
description of the criminal. It was that of the well-
dressed person who had been observed in the bank.

The detective was evidently inspired by the hope of
obtaining the large reward offered, and was awaiting
the arrival of the Mongolia with much impatience
accordingly.

“So you say that the steamer is never behind its
time,” remarked Mr. Fix to the Consul.

“No,” replied the other. “She was signalled off Port
Said yesterday, and the length of the Canal is nothing to
such a vessel as she is. I repeat that the AZongolia has
always gained the twenty-five pounds allowance granted
by the Government for every advance of twenty-four
hours on the regulation time.”

“Does she come from Brindisi direct ?” asked Fix.
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“Ves, direct. She takes the Indian mails on board
there. She left on Saturday afternoon at five o’clock.
So be patient. She will not be late. But I really do
not see how you will be able to recognise your man from
the description you have, even supposing he be on
board.” .

“One knows him by instinct more than by feature,”
replied Fix; “by scent, as it were, more than sight. I
have had to do with more than one of these gentlemen
in my time, and if the thief be on board I guarantee he
will not slip through my fingers.”

“T hope you will catch him—it is a big
robbery.”

“ First-rate,” replied Fix enthusiastically ; “ fifty-five
thousand pounds. We don’t often have such a windfall
as that. These sort of fellows are becoming scarce. The
family of Jack Sheppard has died out—people get
‘lagged’ now for a few shillings.”

“You speak like an enthusiast, Mr. Fix,” replied the
Agent, “and I hope you will succeed, but I fear under
the circumstances you will find it very difficult. Be-
sides, after all, the description you have received might
be that of a very honest man.”

.“ Great criminals always do resemble honest men,”
replied the detective dogmatically. “You must under-
stand that ruffianly-looking fellows would not have a
chance. hey must remain honest or they would be
arrested at once. It is the honest appearance that we
are obliged to unmask; it is a difficult thing, I confess,
and one that really is an art.”
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It was evident that Mr. Fix thought a good deai of
his profession.

Meanwhile the bustle on the quay increased. Sailors
of all nations, merchants, porters, and fellahs were
crowding together. The steamer was evidently expected
shortly.

It was a beautiful day and the east wind cooled the
air. ‘The rays of the sun lighted up the distant minarets
of the town. Towards the south the long jetty extended
into the roadstead. A crowd of fishing-boats dotted the
waters of the Red Sea, and amongst them one could
perceive some ships of the ancient build of galleys.

Fix kept moving about amongst the crowd, scruti-
nising professionally the countenances of its component
members.

It was half-past ten o’clock.

“This steamer is not coming,” he said, as he heard
the clock strike.

“Tt can’t be far off,” said the Consul.

“ How long will she stop at Suez?” said Fix.

‘“ Four hours, to take her coal on board. From Suez
to Aden it is thirteen hundred and ten miles, so she is to
take in a good supply.”

“ And from Suez the boat goes directly to Bombay >?”
asked Fix.

“ Direct, without breaking bulk.”

“Well,” said Fix, “if the thief has taken this route,
and by this steamer, it will no doubt be his little game to
land at Suez, so as to reach the Dutch or French posses-
sions in Asia by some other route. He must know very
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well that he would not be safe in India, which is British
territory.”

' “JT don’t think he can be a very sharp fellow,” replied
the Consul, “for London is the best place to hide in,
after all.”

The Consul having thus given the detective some-
thing to think about, went away to his office close by.
The detective, now alone, became more and more impa-
tient, as he had some peculiar presentiment that the
robber was on board the Jongolia ; and if he had left
England with the intention to gain the new world, the
route v/é India, being less open to observation, or more
difficult to watch than the Atlantic route, would naturally
be the one chosen.

The detective was not left long to his reflections. A
succession of shrill whistles denoted the approach of the
steamer. The whole crowd of porters and fellahs hurried
towards the quay in a manner somewhat distressing for
the limbs and clothes of the lookers-on. A number of
boats also put off to meet the AZongolia.

Her immense hull was soon perceived passing between
the banks of the Canal, and as eleven o’clock was striking
she came to an anchor in the roadstead, while a cloud of
steam was blown off from her safety-valves.

There were a great number of passengers on board.
Some of them remained upon the bridge, admiring the
view, but the greater number came ashore in the boats,
which had put off to meet the vessel.

Fix carefully examined each one as they landed. As
he was thus employed, one of the passengers approached
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him, and vigorously pushing aside the fellahs who sur-
rounded him, inquired of the detective the way to the
British Consul’s office; at the same time, the passenger
produced his passport, upon which he desired, no doubt,
to have the British asa.

Fix mechanically took the passport, and mastered its
contents at a glance. His hand shook involuntarily.
The description on the passport agreed exactly with the
description of the thief.

“This passport does not belong to you?” he said to
the passenger.

“No,” replied the man addressed; “it is my
master’s.”

“ And where is your master >?”

“ He is on board.”

“ But,” replied the detective, “he must come himself
to the Consul’s office to establish his identity.”

“Oh, is that necessary ?”

“ Quite indispensable.”

‘“‘ Where is the office ?”

“Tn the corner of the square yonder,” replied the
detective, indicating a house about two hundred paces off.

“Well then, I will go and fetch my master; but I
can tell you he won’t thank you for disturbing him.”

So saying, the passenger saluted Fix, and returned on
board the steamer.
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CHAPTER VII.

Which once more shows the Futility of Passports where Policemen
are concerned,

Tue detective quickly traversed the quay once more in
the direction of the Consul’s office. At his particular
request he was at once ushered into the presence of the
official.

re beg your pardon,” he said to the Consul abruptly,
“but I have great reason to believe that my man zs
really on board the Mongolia.’ And then Mr. Fix
related what had passed between him and the servant. —

“ Good,” replied the Consul ; “I should not be sorry
to see the rascal’s face myself; but perhaps he will not
present himself here if the case stands as you believe it
does. No thief likes to leave a trace behind him; and
moreover, the v7sa to the passport is not necessary.”

“Tf he is the sharp fellow he ought to be, he will
a replied Mr, Fix.

“To have his passport examined ?”

“Yes. Passports are no use, except to worry honest
people and to facilitate the escape of rogues. I have
no doubt whatever that this fellow’s passport will be all
right ; but I hope you will not vzsé it all the same.”

“Why not? Ifthe passport is all regular I have no
right to refuse my v7sa,” replied the Consul.

“Nevertheless, I must keep the fellow here until I
have received the warrant of arrest from London.”
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“Ah, Mr. Fix, that is your business,” said the Consul;
“for my part I must——”

The Consul did not conclude the sentence. At that
moment a knock was heard, and the servant introduced
two strangers, one of whom was the servant who had
lately interviewed the detective on the quay. ‘The new-
comers were master and servant. ‘The former handed
his passport to the Consul, and laconically requested him
to attach his vésa.

The Consul took the passport and examined it
narrowly, while Fix from a corner devoured the stranger
with his eyes. When .the Consul had perused the
document, he said:

“You are Phileas Fogg ?”

“ Yes,” replied that gentleman.

“ And this man is your servant ?”

“Ves ; he is a Frenchman named Passe-partout.”

“ You have come from London ?”

6“ Yes.”

“ And you are bound-—whither ?”

“To Bombay.”

“Very well, sir. You are aware, perhaps, that this
formality is unnecessary, even useless. We only require
to see the passport.”

“T know that,” replied Fogg; “but I want you to
testify to my presence at Suez.”

“Very well, sir, so be it,” replied the Consul, who
thereupon attested the passport. Mr. Fogg paid the
fee, and bowing formally, departed, followed by his
servant.
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“Well, what do you think, sir?” said the detective.

“T think he looks a perfectly honest man,” replied
the Consul.

“That may be,” said Fix ; “but that is not the point.
Do you not perceive that this cool gentleman answers in
every particular to the description of the thief sent out ?”

“T grant you that ; but you know all descriptions ee

“TJ will settle the business,” replied Fix. “It strikes
me that the servant is more get-at-able than the master.
Besides, he is a Frenchman, and cannot help chattering.
I will return soon, sir.” As he finished speaking, the
detective left the Consul’s office in search of Passe-partout.

Meanwhile, Mr. Fogg, having left the Consul’s house,
proceeded down to the quay. There he gave his
servant some instructions, and then put off in a boat to
the AZongolia, and descended to his cabin. Taking out
his note-book, he made the following entries :



Left London, Wednesday, 2nd October, at 8.45 P.M.

Reached Paris, Thursday, at 8.40 A.M.

Arrived at Turin, v7@ Mont Cenis, Friday, 4th October,
6.35 AM.

Left Turin, Friday, at 7.20 A.M.

Arrived at Brindisi, Saturday, 5th October, 4 P.M.

Embarked on Mongolia, Saturday, 5 P.M.

Reached Suez, Wednesday, gth October, 11 A.M.

Total of hours occupied in the journey, 15814, or

6% days.

Mr. Fogg made these entries in a journal ruled in
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columns, commencing on the znd of October, and so on
to the 21st of December, which indicated respectively
the month, the day of the month, and the day of the
week, as well as the days at which he was due at the
principal places e” roufe—as, for instance, Paris, Brindisi,
Suez, Bombay, Calcutta, Singapore, Hong Kong, Yoko-
hama, San Francisco, New York, Liverpool, London.
There was also a column in which the gain or loss upon
the stipulated time could be entered against each place.
This methodical arrangement of dates showed Mr. Fogg
whether he was in advance or behindhand, and contained
all necessary information.

So on that occasion, Wednesday, the 9th of October,
was recorded as the day of his arrival at Suez, and he
perceived at a glance that he had neither gained nor lost
so far.

He then had his luncheon sent into his cabin. It did
not occur to him to go and look at the town ; he was one
of those gentlemen who are quite content to see foreign
countries through the eyes of their servants.

CHAPTER VIII.

in which Passe-partout talks a little more than he ought to have done,

Ir was not very long before Fix rejoined Passe-partout
on the quay. The latter was looking about him, as he
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did not feel he was debarred from seeing all he
could.

“Well, my friend,” said Fix, as he came up to him,
“has your passport been vzséd all right ?”

“ Ah! it is you,” replied the valet. “I am much
obliged to you. Yes, everything was in order.”

* And now you are seeing something of the place,
I suppose?”

“Ves, but we are going on so fast that it seems to
me like a dream. And so we are in Suez, are
we?” a

“ Yes, you are.”

“Tn Egypt?”

“In Egypt, most decidedly.”

“ And in Africa?”

“Ves, in Africa.”

“Well now,” replied Passe-partout, “I could scarcely
believe it. In Africa, actually in Africa. Just fancy. I
had not the slightest idea that we should go beyond
Paris, and all I saw of that beautiful city was from
7.20 A.M, to 8.40, between the terminus of the Northern
Railway and the terminus of the Lyons line, and this
through the windows of a fiacre as we drove through the
rain. J am very sorry for it. I should like to have seen
Pere La Chaise and the Circus in the Champs Elysées
again.”

“You are in a very great hurry then?” said the
detective.

“No, I am not in the least hurry,” replied Passe-
partout. “It is my master. By-the-way, I must buy some
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shirts and a pair of shoes. We came away without any
luggage except a small carpet-bag.”

“J will take you to a bazaar where you will find
everything you want.”

“Really, sir,’ replied Passe-partout, “you are ex-
tremely good-natured.”

So they started off together, Passe-partout talking all
the time.

“JT must take very good care I do not lose the
steamer,” said he,

“Oh, you have plenty of time,” replied Fix ; “it is
only twelve o’clock.”

Passe-partout drew out his great watch. “ Twelve
o’clock,” said he. “Nonsense. It is fifty-two minutes
past nine.”

“Vour watch is slow,” replied Fix.

“Slow, my watch slow ; why this watch has come to
me from my grandfather. It is an heirloom, and does
not vary five minutes in a year. It is a regular chrono-
meter.”

* T see how it is,” replied Fix; ‘you have got London
time, which is about two hours slower than Suez time.
You must take care to set your patched at twelve o’clock
in every country ycu Visit.”

“ Not a bit of it,” said Passe-partout, “I am not going
to touch my watch.”

“Well, then, it won’t agree with the sun.”

“T can’t help that. So much the worse for the sun;
it will be wrong then.” And the brave fellow put his
watch back in his pocket with a contemptuous gesture.
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After a few minutes’ pause, Fix remarked, ‘ You
must have left London very suddenly ?”

“TJ believe you. Last Wednesday evening at eight
o’clock, Mr. Fogg came home from his club, and in
three-quarters of an hour afterwards we started.”

“ But where is your master going to ?”

“ Straight ahead—he is going round the world.”

“ Going round the world!” exclaimed Fix.

“Yes, in eighty days. He says it is for a wager, but
between ourselves, I don’t believe a word of it. It is
not common-sense. There must be some other reason.”

“This master of yours is quite an original, I should
think.”

“Rather,” replied the valet.

“Ts he very rich ?”

“ He must be; and he carries a large sum with him,
all in new bank-notes. He never spares expense. He
promised a large reward to the engineer of the Mongolia
if he reached Bombay well in advance of time.”

“Have you known your master long ?”

“Oh dear no,” repiied Passe-partout. “I only entered
his service the very day we left.”

The effect which all these replies had upon the
suspicious nature of the detective may be imagined.

The hurried departure from London, so soon after
the robbery, the large sum in bank-notes, the haste to
reach India, under the pretext of an eccentric bet, all
confirmed Fix, and not unnaturally, in his previously
conceived ideas. He made up his mind to pump the
Frenchman a little more, and make certain that the
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valet knew no more concerning his master than that he
lived alone in London, was reported to be very rich,
though no one knew from whence his fortune was derived,
dnd that he was a very mysterious man, etc. But at the
same time, Fix felt sure that Phileas Fogg would not
land at Suez, and would really go on to Bombay.

“Is Bombay far off?” asked Passe-partout.

“ Pretty well. It is ten days’ steaming from here.”

‘‘ And whereabouts is Bombay ?”

“Tt is in India.”

“Tn Asia?”

“ Naturally.”

“The devil! I was going to say that there is some-
thing on my mind, and that is my burner.”

“ What burner?”

“Why, my gas-burner, which I forgot to turn off when
I left London, and which is still alight at my expense.
Now I have calculated that I lose two shillings every
four-and-twenty hours, which is just sixpence more than
my wages. So you see that the longer our journey is ”

It is not very likely that Fix paid much attention to
this question of the gas; he was thinking of something
else. The pair soon reached the bazaar, and leaving his
companion to make his purchases, Fix hastened back to
the Consul’s office, and now that his suspicions were
confirmed he regained his usual coolness.

“J am quite certain now,” he said to the Consul,
“that this is our man. He wishes to pass himself off as
an eccentric person who wants to go round the world in
eighty days.”


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“He is a very sharp fellow, and he probably counts
on returning to London, after having thrown all the
police off the scent.”

“Well, we shall see,” replied Fix.

“ But are you sure you are right ?” asked the Consul
once more.

“T am sure I am not mistaken.”

“‘ Well then, how do you account for the fellow being”
so determined upon proving he had been here by having
his passport viséd ?”

“ Why: Well, I can’t say,” replied the detective ;
“but listen a moment.” And then in as few words as
possible he communicated the heads of his conversation
with Passe-partout.



“Well, I must confess that appearances are very much
against him,” replied the Consul. ‘ Now what are you
going to doP”

‘“‘T shall telegraph to London, with a pressing request
that a warrant of arrest may be immediately transmitted
to Bombay. I shall then embark in the J/ongolia, and
so keep my eye on my man till we reach Bombay, and
then, on English ground, quietly arrest him.”

As he coolly finished this explanation, the detective
bowed to the Consul, walked to the telegraph-office, and
there despatched the message we have already seen.

A quarter of an hour later, Mr. Fix, carrying his
light baggage and well furnished with money, embarked
on board the AZongotia. Ina short time afterwards the
vessel was ploughing her way at full speed down the
Red Sea.
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CHAPTER IX.

In which the Red Sea and the Indian Ocean favour the Projects of
Phileas Fogg.

THE distance between Suez and Aden is exactly three
hundred and ten miles, and the steamers are allowed one
hundred and thirty-eight hours to do it in. The
Mongolia, however, was going at a speed which seemed
likely to bring her to her destination considerably before
time.

The majority of the passengers from Brindisi were
bound for India, some for Calcutta, some for Bombay ;
and since the railway crosses the peninsula it is not
necessary to go round by Ceylon.

Amongst the passengers were many military officers
and civil servants of every degree. The former included
officers of the regular as well as the Indian army,
holding lucrative appointments, for the sub-lieutenants
get two hundred and eighty; brigadiers, two thousand
four hundred; and generais, four thousand pounds
a year.

Society, therefore, on board the Mongolia was very
pleasant. The purser feasted them sumptuously every
day. They had carly breakfast, then tiffin at two o’clock,
dinner at half-past five, and supper at eight; and the
tables groaned beneath the variety of dishes. The
ladies on board changed their toilettes twice a day, and
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there was music and dancing when the weather was
sufficiently favourable to admit of those amusements.

’ But the Red Sea is very capricious; it is frequently
very rough, like all long and narrow gulfs. When the
wind blew broadside on, the Jongolia rolled fearfully.
At these times the ladies went below, the pianos were
silent, singing and dancing ceased. But notwithstanding
the wind and the sea, the vessel, urged by her powerful
screw, dashed onward to the straits of Bab-el-Mandeb.

And what was Phileas Fogg doing all this time?
Perhaps it may be supposed that he was anxious and
restless, thinking of the contrary winds and the speed of
the ship, which ‘was likely to be retarded by the storm,
and so compromise the success of his undertaking. At
any rate, whether he did or did not concern himself with
these things, he never betrayed the least anxiety on the
subject. He was as taciturn and impassible as ever; a
man whom no eventuality could surprise. He did not
appear to be any more interested than one of the ship’s
chronometers. He was rarely seen on deck. He
troubled himself very little about the Red Sea, so full of
interest, the scene of some of the greatest incidents in
the history of mankind. He never cared to look at the
towns standing out in relief against the sky. He had
no fear of the dangers of the Arabian Gulf, of which
ancient writers, Strabo, Arian, Artemidorus, etc., have
always written with horror, and upon which sailors
of those days never dared to venture without first
making a propitiatory sacrifice.

How then did this eccentric gentleman occupy his

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time, cooped up in his cabin? In the first place he
regularly ate his four meals a day, for neither pitching nor
rolling had the least effect upon his appetite. And he
played whist, for he had made the acquaintance of some
lovers of the game as enthusiastic as himself, a collector
of revenue ez route to Goa, a clergyman, the Rev.
Decimus Smith, returning to Bombay, and an English
general officer bound for Benares. These three were as
madly devoted to whist as Mr. Fogg himself, and they
spent whole days silently enjoying it.

As for Passe-partout, he had also escaped sea-sickness,
and ate his meals with pleasing regularity and in a con-
scientious manner, worthy of imitation. The voyage
after all did not displease him; he had made up his
mind ; he gazed at the scenery as he went along, enjoyed
his meals, and was fully persuaded that all this absurd
business would come to an end at Bombay.

The day after their departure from Suez, viz. the
roth of October, Passe-partout was by no means ill-pleased
to meet upon deck the person who had been so civil to
him in Egypt.

_ Ym sure I cannot be mistaken,” he said. “ Have
I not the pleasure of meeting the gentleman who was so
polite to me at Suez?”

“ Ah yes, I remember you now. You are the servant
of that eccentric Englishman.”

“Exactly. Mr. ”

“Fix,” replied the detective.

«Mr. Fix,” continued Passe-partout, “ I am delighted
to find you on heard. Whither are you bound ?”


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“ Like yourself, to Bombay.”

“ All the better. Have you ever made this voyage
before?”

“Frequently. I am an agent of the P. and O.
Company.”

“Oh, then you know India very well, no
doubt?”

“Well, yes,” replied Fix, who did not wish to commit
himself. ©

“Tt is a curious part of the world, isn’t it?”

“Very much so, There are mosques, minarets,
temples, fakirs, pagodas, tigers, serpents, and dancing-
girls. It is to be hoped that you will have time to see
the country.”

“T hope so too, Mr. Fix. Vou must be aware that
a man can hardly be expected to pass his whole existence
in jumping from the deck of a steamer into a train, and
from the train to another steamer, under the pretence of
going round the world in eighty days. No; all these
gymnastics will end at Bombay, I trust.”

“Is Mr. Fogg quite well?” asked Fix, politely.

“ Quite well, thank you. So am I. I eat like an
ogre. I suppose that is the effect of the sea-air.”

“T never see your master on deck.”

“No, he has no curiosity whatever.”

“Do you know, Mr. Passe-partout, that I fancy this
pretended journey round the world in eighty days is only
a cover for a more important object, a diplomatic mission
perhaps ?”

“Upon my word, Mr, Fix, I know nothing about it,

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I declare ; and what is more, I would not give half-a-
crown to know !”

After this, Passe-partout and Fix frequently chatted
together ; the detective doing all in his power to draw
the valet out, whenever possible. He would offer the
Frenchman a glass of whisky or bitter beer, which the
latter accepted without ceremony, and pronounced Fix a
perfect gentleman.

Meantime the steamer plunged and ploughed on her
way rapidly. Mocha was sighted on the 13th, surrounded
by its ruined walls, above which some date-palms reared
their heads. Beyond extended immense coffee planta-
tions. Passe-partout was delighted to gaze upon this
celebrated town, and fancied that it and its ruined walls
bore a great resemblance to a gigantic cup and saucer.

During the following night the AZongolia cleared the
strait of Bab-el-Mandeb, which means the Gate of Tears,
and the following day they came to Steamer Point, to the
N.W. of Aden harbour, where the supply of coal was to
be shipped.

It is no light task to provide the steamers with coal
at such a distance from the mines, and the P. and O.
Company expend annually no less a sum than eight
hundred thousand pounds on this service. Depdts have
to be established at distant ports, and the coal costs
more than three pounds a ton.

The AMZongolia had still sixteen hundred and fifty
miles to run before she could reach Bombay, and she
was therefore obliged to remain four hours at Steamer
Point to complete her coaling. But this delay was not
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at all detrimental to the plans of Phileas Fogg. It had
been foreseen. Besides, the Mongolia, instead of reaching
Aden on the 15th, had made that port on the evening of
the 14th, so there was a gain of about fifteen hours.

Mr. Fogg and his servant went ashore. The former
wished to have his passport zéséd. Fix followed him
unnoticed. The formality of the vsé having been accom-
plished, Phileas Fogg returned on board to his game of
whist.

Passe-partout, as usual, lounged about amongst the
mixed races which make up the inhabitants of Aden.
He admired the fortifications of this eastern Gibraltar,
and the splendid: tanks at which the British engineers
were still at work, two thousand years after Solomon’s
craftsmen.

‘Very curious, very curious indeed,” thought Passe-
partout, as he returned on board. “ It is worth travelling
if one can see something new each time.”

At six P.M. the JZongolta weighed anchor, and made
her way across the Indian Ocean. She had now one
hundred and sixty-eight hours in which to make the
passage to. Bombay. The weather was good, with a
pleasant nor’-west wind ; so the sails were hoisted to aid
the screw. ,

The ship being thus steadied, the lady passengers
took the opportunity to reappear in fresh toilettes, and
dancing and singing were again indulged in. The voyage
continued under most favourable conditions. Passe-
partout was delighted that he had such a pleasant com-
panion as Fix,
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On Sunday, the zoth of October, about mid-day,
they sighted the coast of Hindostan. Two hours later
the pilot came on board. A long range of hills cut the
sky-line, and soon palm-trees began to show themselves.
The mail steamer ran into the roadstead formed between
the islands of Salsette, Colaba, Elephanta, and Butcher,
and at half-past four o’clock the vessel came alongside
the quay.

Phileas Fogg was just finishing his thirty-third rubber
for that day. His partner and he had succeeded in
scoring a “treble,” and thus terminated the voyage with
a stroke of luck. ;

The Mongolia was not due at Bombay until the 22nd
of October; she had actually arrived on the 2oth; so
Mr. Fogg had really gained two days upon the estimated
period, and he entered the “ profit” accordingly in the
column of his diary set apart for that purpose.

CHAPTER X.

In which Passe-partout thinks himself lucky in escaping with only
the Loss of his Shoes,

I'VERYBODY is aware that the peninsula of Hindostan
has a superficial area of one million four hundred
thousand square miles, in which the unequally-distri-
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buted population numbers one hundred and eighty
millions. The British Government rules absolutely
over the greater portion of this immense tract of
country. The Governor-General resides at Calcutta,
and there are also governors of presidencies at Madras
and Bombay, and a deputy-governor at Agra, as well as a
governor for Bengal.

British India proper only includes an area of seven
hundred thousand square miles, and a population of
one hundred to one hundred and ten millions ; so there
is still a large portion of India independent, and, in fact,
there are rajahs in the interior who wield absolute
authority.

From the year 1756 to the great Sepoy Mutiny, the
East India Company was the supreme authority in British
India; but now the country is under the rule of the
English Crown. The manners and customs of India are
in a continual state of change. ‘Till lately, travelling was
only by antiquated modes of conveyance, but now
steamers cover the Ganges, and the railways have opened
up the country, and one can go from Bombay to Calcutta
in three days. But the railroad does not cut the penin-
sula in a direct line. As the crow flies, the distance from
Calcutta to Bombay is only about eleven hundred miles,
and the trains would not occupy three days in accom-
plishing that distance ; but the journey is lengthened at
least one-third of that distance by the loop the line
describes up to Allahabad.

The Great Indian Peninsula Railway line is as fol-
lows : leaving Bombay Island, it crosses Salsette, reaches
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the mainland at Tannah, crosses the Western Ghauts,
thence runs north-east to Burhampoor, skirts the inde-
pendent territory of Bundelcund, ascends to Allahabad,
and then, turning eastward, meets the Ganges at Benares ;
then, quitting it again, the line descends in a south-
easterly direction, by Burdivan and Chandernagore, to the
terminal station at Calcutta.

It was half-past four p.m. when the Bombay passengers
landed from the AZongolia, and the train for Calcutta was
timed to start at eight o’clock.

Mr. Fogg took leave of his colleagues of the whist-
table, and going ashore, gave his servant orders concern-
ing a few necessary purchases, enjoining him to be at the
railroad station before eight o’clock, and then, at his own
regular pace, he started for the Consul’s office.

He saw nothing of the sights of Bombay—the town-
hall, the magnificent library, the forts, the docks, the
cotton market, the bazaars, mosques, &c., were all dis-
regarded. Elephanta was ignored, and the grottos of
Salsette unexplored by Phileas Fogg.

After leaving the consulate, he walked calmly to the
railroad station and dined. The proprietor of the hotel
particularly recommended “a native rabbit.” Phileas
accepted the dish as put before him, but found it
horrible.

He rang the bell. The landlord was sent for.

“Ts that a rabbit ?” inquired Mr. Fogg.

“Yes, my lord, a jungle rabbit.”

“Has that rabbit never mewed, do you think ?”

“ Oh, my lord, a jungle-rabbit mew! I swear——~”
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“ Don’t swear,” said Fogg calmly, “and remember
that formerly cats were sacred animals in India. ‘Those
were happy days.”

“ For the cats, my lord ?”

“ And perhaps for travellers too,” said Fogg, as he
proceeded with his dinner.

. Soon afterwards Mr. Fix landed, and his first act was
to go to the police-office. He said who and what he
was, and stated his business and how matters stood
regarding the robbery. Had any warrant been for-
warded? No, nothing of the kind had been received,
and of course it could not have reached Bombay, as it
was despatched after Foge’s departure.

Fix was disappointed. He wanted the Commissioner
to grant him a warrant on the spot, but the request was
refused. The business was the Home Government’s
affair, not his, and he could not issue the warrant. This
red-tapeism is quite British style. Fix of course did not
insist, and made up his mind to await the arrival of the
warrant. But he resolved not to lose sight of the robber
meanwhile. He had no doubt whatever that Fogg
would remain some time in Bombay—we know that
was also Passe-partout’s notion—and the warrant would
probably arrive before the criminal left the town.

But it was now evident to Passe-partout that his
master intended to push on from Bombay as rapidly as
he had left Paris and Suez; that the journey was not to
end at Bombay, it was to be continued to Calcutta at
any rate, and perhaps even farther still, Passe-partout
then began to think that perhaps the bet was really the
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object, and that fate had indeed condemned hin, with all
his wish for rest, to journey around the world in eighty
days.

However, having purchased some necessary articles,
he walked about the streets of Bombay. There were a
great number of people about—Europeans of all nation-
alities ; Persians, wearing pointed caps; Buntryas, with
round turbans ; Scindees, with square caps; Armenians,
in their flowing robes; Parsees, with black mitres. It
was a Parsee festival that day.

These Parsees are followers of Zoroaster, and are
the most industrious, most intelligent, and most civilised
of the native races, and to which the majority of the
Bombay merchants belong. On that occasion a sort of
religious carnival was being held ; there were processions,
and numbers of dancing-girls clad in gauzy rose-coloured
garments, who danced modestly and gracefully to the
sound of the tom-tom and viols.

Passe-partout, as may be imagined, drank in all these
sights and sounds with delight; and his expression at
the unusual spectacle was that of the greatest astonish-
ment.

Unfortunately, his curiosity very nearly compromised
the object of his master’s journey. He wandered on,
after watching the carnival, on his way to the station ;
but seeing the splendid pagoda on Malabar Hill, he
thought he would like to go in. He was quite unaware
of two things: first, that certain pagodas are closed to
all Christians, and even the believers can only obtain
admittance by leaving their shoes or slippers at the doors
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of the temple. The British Government, respecting the
native creed, severely punishes anyone attempting to
violate the sanctity of the native mosques . or
temples.

But Passe-partout, innocent of harm, tourist-like,
went in, and was admiring the pagoda and the lavish
ornamentation of the interior, when he suddently found
himself sprawling on his back on the pavement. Over
him stood three angry men, who rushed upon him, tore
off his shoes, and began to pommel him soundly, uttering
savage cries.as they did so.

The agile Frenchman was quickly upon his feet again,
and with a couple of well-directed blows of his fists
upset two of his adversaries, who were much encumbered
in their long robes; then, rushing out of the temple, he
quickly distanced the remaining Hindoo and evaded
him in the crowd.

At five minutes to eight he presented himself at the
railroad station, without his hat and shoes and minus the
parcel in which all his purchases were wrapped. Fix
was there on the platform. Having tracked Fogg, he
perceived that that worthy was about to leave Bombay at
once. Fix made up his mind to go with him as far as
Calcutta, and even beyond if necessary. Passe-partout
did not notice the detective, who kept in the shade;
but the policeman heard the recital of the valet’s adven-
tures, which Passe-partout told to his master in a few
sentences.

“T trust this will not happen again,” replied Fogg,
quietly, as he took his seat in the carriage.
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The poor lad, quite upset and minus his hat and
shoes, took his place also without replying.

Fix was getting into another compartment, when
suddenly a thought struck him, and he muttered :

“No, I will remain. An offence has been committed
upon Indian ground. I’ve got my man!”

At that moment the engine uttered a piercing whistle,
and the train moved out into the night.

CHAPTER XI.

Sbowing how Phileas Fogg purchased a ‘‘ Mount” at a Fabulous
Price.

THE train started punctually, carrying the usual comple-
ment of travellers, including officers of the civil and
military classes and merchants, Passe-partout was seated
near his master, a third traveller had secured a corner
opposite.

This gentleman was General Sir Francis Cromarty, one
of Mr. Fogg’s whist-party on board the AZongolia, who
was ez route to take up his command at Benares.

Sir Francis was a tall fair specimen of the British
officer, about fifty years old. He had greatly distinguished
himself during the Mutiny. He had heen in India
almost all his life, and only paid occasional visits to his
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native country. He was a well-informed man, and
would willingly have imparted any information he pos-
sessed, had Phileas Fogg chosen to apply to him. But
the latter did nothing of the kind. He never travelled.
He merely made a track across country. He was a heavy
body, describing an orbit around the terrestrial globe,
according to certain mechanical laws. At that time he
was actually engaged in caicuiating how many hours had
passed since he left London, and he would have rubbed
his hands joyfully, had he been one of those people who
indulge in these needless enthusiastic demonstrations. -

Sir Francis Cromarty had already noticed the eccen-
tricity of his companion while at whist, and had
questioned seriously whether a human heart actually
beat beneath that cold envelope of flesh, whether Fogg
really possessed a soul alive to the beauties of nature,
and subject to human failings and aspirations. That was
what puzzled the gallant soldier. None of the many
original characters which it had been his fortune to
encounter had, in any way, resembled this product of
the action of exact science upon humanity.

Phileas Fogg had not concealed from Sir Francis the
object of his journey round the world, nor the conditions
under which he had undertaken it. The general saw
nothing in this wager but the eccentricity of its surround-
ings, and the want of ¢ranstrve benefaciendo which ought
to guide any reasonable man. If this extraordinary man
went on in this manner all his life, he would finally quit

the world, having done absolutely nothing for his own
benefit or for that of others.
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An hour after leaving Bombay, the train crossed the
viaduct carrying the line from Salsette to the mainland.
At Callyan station they left the branch-line to Kandallah
and Poona on the right, and proceeded to Panwell. Here
they traversed the gorges of the Western Ghauts, com-
posed of trap and basaltic rocks, the highest summits of
which are crowned with thick trees. :

Sir Francis Cromarty and Phileas Fogg occasionally
exchanged a few words, and at one time the general
picked up the thread of conversation by remarking :

“A few years ago, Mr. Fogg, you would have ex-
perienced a considerable impediment to your journey
here, ane would most likely have CO orcs your
success.”

“ How do you mean, Sir:Francis ?”

“ Because the railway did not go beyond the base of
these mountains, and it was then necessary to make the
journey in palanquins or on ponies as far as Kandallah
on the opposite slope.”

“Such an interruption would not in any way have
disarranged my plans,” replied Mr. Fogg. “I have
taken precautions against certain obstacles.”

“ Nevertheless, Mr. Fogg, you very nearly had an
awkward bit of business on hand in consequence of
yonder fellow’s adventure.”

Passe-partout was fast asleep, with his feet well
muffled up in the railway-rug, and was quite unconscious
that he was the subject of conversation.

“The British Government is extremely strict, and
with reason, upon any such offences,” continued Sir
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Francis. “Above everything, it considers that the
religious feelings of the native races should be respected,
and if your servant had been arrested. ”

“Well,” interrupted Mr, Fogg, “well, Sir Francis,
suppose he had been taken and condemned and
punished, he might have returned quietly to Europe
afterwards. That would not have been a reason for
stopping his master,”

And then the conversation again languished. During
the night the train crossed the mountains, passed
Nassik, and next day, the 21st October, it traversed a
comparatively flat district of Kandish. . The well-culti-
vated country was sprinkled with villages, above which
the minarets of the pagodas took the place of the
English church-spires. Numerous tributaries of the
Godavery watered this fertile territory.

Passe-partout awoke and looked about him. He
could not at first believe that he actually was crossing
India in a carriage upon the G. I. P. Railway. It
appeared quite incredible, but it was none the less
real. The locomotive, driven by an English engineer
and fed with English coal, puffed its steam over coffee,
cotton, clove, and pepper plantations. ~The smoke
curled around the palm-trees, amid which picturesque
bungalows were frequently visible, and “ viharis,” a sort
of abandoned monasteries, as well as a few temples en-
riched with wonderful Indian architecture, were here and
there apparent. Farther on, they passed immense tracts of
land extending as far as the eye could reach, and jungles
in which serpents and tigers fled scared at the roar and


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rattle of the train ; then succeeded forests through which
the line passed, the abode of elephants which, with
pensive gaze, watched the speeding train.

During the forenoon our travellers traversed the
blood-stained district beyond Malligaum, sacred to the
votaries of the goddess Kali. Not far from this arose
the minarets of Ellora and its pagodas, and the famous
Aurungabad, the capital of the ferocious Aurung-Zeb,
now the chief town of one of the detached kingdoms of
the Nizam. It was in this country that Feringhea,
chief of the Thugs—the King of Stranglers—exercised
sway. These assassins, united in an invisible and secret
association, strangled, in honour of the goddess of death,
victims of every age without shedding blood, and in time
there was scarcely a place where a corpse was not to be
found. The English Government has succeeded in
checking very considerably these wholesale massacres,
but Thugs still exist and pursue their horrible vocation.

At half-past twelve the train stopped at Burhampore,
and Passe-partout succeeded in obtaining a pair of
slippers decorated with false pearls, which he wore with
evident conceit.

The passengers ate a hurried breakfast, and the train
again started for Assinghur, skirting for a moment the
river Tapy, a small stream which flows into the Gulf of
Cambay, near Surat.

It may now not be out of place to record Passe-
partout’s reflections. Until his arrival at Bombay he
had cherished the idea that the journey would not be
continued farther. But now that he was being carried
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across India he saw things in a different light. His old
love of wandering returned in full force. The fantastic
ideas of his youthful days came back to him again; he
took his master’s projects quite seriously ; he began to
believe in the wager, and consequently in the tour of the
world to be completed in that maximum of eighty days
which must not on any account be exceeded. Even
now he was beginning to feel anxious about possible
delays and accidents ex route. He felt interested in
winning, and trembled when he considered that he had
actually compromised the whole thing by his stupidity
on the previous day. So he was much more restless
than Mr. Fogg, because less phlegmatic. He counted
over and over again the days that had already passed
since he had started, cursed at the stoppages at stations,
found fault with the slow speed, and in his heart blamed
Mr. Fogg for not having “tipped” the engine-driver
He quite overlooked the fact that, though such a thing
was possible on board a steamer, it was out of question
on a railroad where the time of the trains is fixed and
the speed regulated.

Towards evening they penetrated the defiles of the
mountains of Sutpoor, which separate the territory of
Khandeish from that of Bundelcund.

Next day, the 22nd, Passe-partout replied, to a
question of Sir Francis Cromarty, that it was three a.m.,
but, as a matter of fact, this wonderful watch was about
four hours slow, as it was always kept at Greenwich time,
which was then nearly seventy-seven degrees west, and
the watch would of course get slower and slower.
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Sir Francis corrected Passe-partout’s time, respecting
which he made a remark similar to that made by
Mr. Fix. He endeavoured to convince the valet that he
ought to regulate his watch by each new meridian, and
as he was still going east the days became shorter and
shorter by four minutes for every degree. But all this was
useless. Whether the headstrong fellow understood the
general or not, he certainly did not alter his watch, which
was steadily kept at London time. At any rate it was a
delusion which pleased him and hurt nobody.

At eight o’clock in the morning the train stopped
about fifteen miles from Rothal, at a place.where there
were many bungalows and huts erected. ‘The guard
passed along the line, crying out, “ All change here !”

Phileas Fogg looked at Sir Francis Cromarty, who
did not appear to understand this unexpected halt.

Passe-partout, not less astonished, leaped down, and
in a moment or two returned, exclaiming, “There is no
railway beyond this place, sir.”

“What do you mean?” inquired Sir Francis.

“T mean that the train does not go any farther,”

The general immediately got out. Phileas Fogg
followed quietly. Both these gentlemen accosted the
guard.

“ Where are we?” asked Sir Francis.

At the village of Kholby, sir,” replied the guard.

“Why do we stop here?”

“ Because the line is not finished beyond.”

“ Not finished ! How is that?”

“There are about fifty miles yet to be laid between
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this point and Allahabad, where we take the train
again.”

‘The papers announced the line complete.”

“T cannot help that, sir; the papers were mistaken.”

“But you book people ‘through’ from Bombay to
Calcutta,” persisted Sir Francis, who was waxing angry.

“ Certainly we do; but it is an understood thing that
the passengers provide their own conveyance between
Kholby and Allahabad.”

Sir Francis was furious. Passe-partout would have
liked to have knocked the guard down, if he had been
able. He did not dare to look at his master.

“We had better get on, Sir Francis,” said Mr. Fogg ;
“we must get to Allahabad somehow ; let us see how we
can do so.”

“Tt strikes me that this delay will upset your arrange-
ments considerably, Mr. Fogg,” replied Sir Francis.

“Oh dear no! all this has been discounted,” replied
Fogg.

“What ! did you know that the line was unfinished ?”

“No; but I was quite sure that some obstacles would
crop up to retard me. Nothing is yet lost. I have two
days in reserve. The steamer does not leave Calcutta
for Hong Kong until the 23rd, at mid-day. This is
only the 22nd, and we shall reach Calcutta in good time
even now.”

What could be urged against such an assured reply
as this? It was only too evident that the railway ceased
at that point. Newspapers are so fond of anticipating,
and in this case they had been decidedly premature in

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announcing the completion of the line. The majority
of the passengers had been made aware of the existing
state of things, and provided themselves with conveyance
accordingly, whatever they could obtain—“ palkigharies ”
with four wheels, waggons drawn by zebus, a sort of
brahma ox, palanquins, ponies, &c. So it happened
that there was nothing left for Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis
Cromarty.

“*T shall walk,” said Phileas Fogg.

Passe-partout, who was close to his master, made a
very expressive grimace when he gazed at his elegant but
very thin slippers. Fortunately he had made a discovery,
but hesitated a little to announce it.

“Sir,” he said at length, “I think I have found means
for our transport.”

“What is it?”

“An elephant. It belongs to a native who lives
close by.”

“ Let us go and see this animal,” said Mr. Fogg.

Five minutes later Sir Francis and Mr. Fogg, accom-
panied by Passe-partout, reached the hut, which was
surrounded by a palisade. In the hut resided the native ;
inside the palisade the elephant lived. The former intro-
duced the new arrivals to the latter, at their particular
request.

They found that the animal was half domesticated ;
it had originally been purchased for a fighting elephant,
not for carrying purposes. With this end in view, the
owner had begun to alter the naturally placid disposition
of the beast by irritating him, and getting him gradually
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up to that pitch of fury called “ mutsh” by the Hindoos,
and this is done by feeding the elephant on sugar and
butter for three months. This at first sight would appear
scarcely the treatment likely to conduce to such an
object, but it is successfully employed.

Fortunately, however, for Mr. Fogg, the elephant in
question had not been subjected to this treatment for a
very long time, and the “ mutsh” had not appeared.

Kiouni—for so was the animal called—was no doubt
quite competent to perform the journey required, and in
the absence of other conveyance, Phileas Fogg deter-
mined to hire him.

But elephants in India are dear, for they are becoming
somewhat scarce. The males, which only are suited to
the circus training, are much in request. They seldom
breed when in a domesticated state, so they can only be
procured by hunting. They are, therefore, the objects
of much solicitude, and when Mr. Fogg asked the owner
what he could hire his elephant for, the man declined
point-blank to lend him at all.

Fogg persisted, and offered ten pounds an hour for
the beast! It was refused. Twenty? Still refused.
Forty? Declined with thanks. Passe-partout actually
jumped at each “bid.” But the native would not yield
to the temptation.

Nevertheless the price tendered was a handsome one.
Supposing that the elephant took fifteen hours to reach
Allahabad, the price would amount to six hundred
pounds!

Phileas Fogg, without betraying the least irritation,
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then proposed to the owner that he should sell the
animal outright, and offered one thousand pounds for
him.

But the Hindoo declined ; perhaps He thought he
would make more by so doing.

Sir Francis Cromarty then took Mr. Fogg aside, and
requested him to reflect ere he bid higher. Mr, Fogg
replied that he was not in the habit of acting on impulse,
that a bet of twenty thousand pounds depended upon
the accomplishment of the journey, that the elephant
was absolutely necessary, and if he paid twenty times the
value of the animal, it must be had.

So Mr, Fogg returned to the Indian, who perceived
it was only a question of asking. Phileas offered in quick
succession twelve hundred, fifteen hundred, eighteen
hundred, and finally two thousand pounds. Passe-partout,
usually so ruddy, was now pale with emotion.

At two thousand pounds the native yielded.

“T declare by my slippers, that’s a pretty price for an
elephant !” exclaimed Passe-partout.

This business over, there was nothing but to obtain a
guide. That was easily done. A young and intelligent-
looking Parsee offered his services. Mr. Fogg engaged
him, and promised him a good reward, which would
naturally increase his intelligence.

The elephant was got ready without delay. The
Parsee was quite skilled in the business of a “ mahout.”
He placed a sort of saddle on the elephant’s back, and
at each end of it he fixed a small howdah.

Mr, Fogg paid the native the two thousand pounds
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in bank-notes, which he took from the inexhaustible
carpet-bag. Passe-partout writhed as they were paid over.
Then Mr. Fogg offered Sir Francis Cromarty a seat on
the elephant, which the general gratefully accepted.
One traveller more or less would not signify to such an
animal. ;

Provisions were purchased. Sir Francis and Mr.
Fogg each occupied a howdah, while Passe-partout sat
astride between them. The Parsee seated himself upon
the elephant’s neck, and at nine o’clock they quitted the
village, the elephant taking a short cut beens the thick
palm-forest.

CHAPTER XIL

Showing what happened to Phileas Fogg and his Companions as
they traversed the Forest.

Tue guide, hoping to shorten the journey, kept to the
left of the railroad line, which would be carried in a
circuitous manner through the Vindhia Mountains when
completed. The Parsee, who was well acquainted with
all the byways, declared that twenty miles would be
saved by striking directly across the forest ; so the party
yielded.

Sir Francis and Mr. Fogg, buried up to their necks
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in the howdahs, got terribly shaken by the rough
trotting of the elephant, which was urged by the driver.
But they put up with the inconvenience with true British
self-restraint; they spoke but seldom and _ scarcely
looked at each other.

Passe-partout was obliged to be very careful not to
keep his tongue between his teeth, else it would have
been bitten off, so unmercifully was he jogged up
and down. The brave fellow, sometimes thrown for-
ward on the animal’s neck, sometimes upon the croup,
performed a series of vaulting movements. something
like a circus clown on the “spring-board.” But all
the time he joked and laughed at the somersaults he
performed so involuntarily ; occasionally he took out a
lump of sugar from his pocket and handed it to
Kiouni, who took it in his trunk without slackening his
pace for a second.

After proceeding thus for a couple of hours, the driver
called a halt and gave the elephant an hour's rest. The
animal ate all the branches and shrubs in the vicinity, as
soon as he had quenched his thirst at a neighbouring
spring. Sir Francis did not complain of this delay ; he
was terribly bruised. Mr. Fogg did not appear any
more discomposed than if he had only got out of bed.

“ Hfe is a man of iron !” exclaimed the general, as he
gazed at his companion admiringly.

“Of hammered iron,” replied Passe-partout, who was
preparing a hasty breakfast.

At noon the driver gave the signal for departure.
The country soon became very wild. The dense forest
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was succeeded by groves of dates and palms; then came
extensive arid plains dotted here and there with bushes,
and sprinkled with immense blocks of syenite. The
whole of this region of Bundelcund, which is seldom
traversed, is inhabited by a fanatical people inured to
the most fearful practices of the Hindoos. The English
Government has scarcely yet entirely obtained the
control over this region, which is ruled by rajahs, who
are very difficult to bring to book from their almost
inaccessible mountain fastnesses. Many times the
travellers noticed bands of fierce natives, who gesticu-
lated angrily at perceiving the swift-footed elephant pass
by; and the Parsee took care to give them all a wide’
berth. They encountered very few wild animals; even
monkeys were not numerous, and they fled away with
grimaces and gestures, which amused Passe-partout very
much indeed.

One reflection, however, troubled Passe-partout
exceedingly, and that was how would his master dispose
of the elephant when they reached Allahabad? Would
he take it on with him? That was scarcely possible.
The price of conveyance, added to the purchase-money,
would be ruinous. Would he sell the beast or set him
free? No doubt the animal deserved some considera-
tion. Suppose Mr, Fogg made him, Passe-partout, a
present of the elephant? He would feel very much
embarrassed. So these considerations worried the valet
not a little.

At eight o’clock they had crossed the principal
heights of the Vindhia chain, and at a ruined bungalow
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upon the southern slope of the mountains our travellers
halted again.

The distance traversed was about twenty-five miles,
and they had still as far to go to reach Allahabad. The
night was quite chilly. A fire lighted by the Parsee was
very acceptable, and the travellers made an excellent
supper of the provisions they had purchased at Kholby.
The intermittent conversation soon gave way to steady
snoring. The guide kept watch by the elephant, which
slept outside, supported by the trunk of an_ enor-
mous tree.

Nothing happened to disturb the party during the
night. Now and then the growls of wild animals, or the
chattering of monkeys, broke the silence, but nothing
more terrible was heard, and the larger animals did not
disturb the occupants of the bungalow. Sir Francis
Cromarty “lay like a warrior taking his rest.” Passe-
partout, ina restless sleep, appeared to be practising the
gymnastics he had executed on the elephant’s back. As
for Mr. Fogg, he slept as peacefully as if he were in his
quiet bed in Saville Row.

At six o’clock they resumed their journey. The
guide hoped to reach Allahabad that evening. In that
case Mr. Fogg would only lose a portion of the eight-
and-forty hours already saved since the commencement
of the trip.

They descended the last slopes of the Vindhias.
The elephant resumed his rapid pace. Towards mid-
day the guide passed round the village of Kallenger on
the Cani, one of the small affluents of the Ganges. He
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appeared to avoid all inhabited places, feeling more
secure in the deserted tracts. Allahabad was thence
only a dozen miles off in a north-easterly direction.
They halted once more under a banana-tree, the fruit of
which, as wholesome as bread and “as succulent as
cream,” as they said, was highly appreciated by our
travellers.

At two o’clock they entered a dense forest, which
they had to traverse for some miles. The guide pre-
ferred to travel in the shade of the woods. So far at
any rate they had encountered nothing unpleasant, and
there was every reason to suppose that the journey would
be accomplished without accident, when the elephant, after
a few premonitory symptoms, stopped suddenly.

It was then four o’clock in the afternoon.

“What is the matter?” asked Sir Francis Cromarty,
putting his head up over the top of his howdah.

“Y don’t know, sir,” replied the Parsee, listening
intently to a confused murmuring sound which came
through the thickly-interlacing branches.

Soon the sound became more defined. One might
have fancied it was a concert at a great distance ; com-
posed of human voices and brass instruments all per-
forming at once. Passe-partout was all eyes and ears,
Mr. Fogg waited patiently without uttering a word.

The Parsee leaped down, fastened the elephant to a
tree, and plunged into the thick underwood. Ina few
moments he came back, exclaiming: ‘A procession of
Brahmins is coming this way! Let us hide ourselves if
we can,”
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As he spoke he loosed the elephant and led him
into a thicket, bidding the travellers to stay where they
were. He was ready to remount should flight be neces-
sary, but he thought that the procession would pass
without noticing the party, for the thick foliage com-
pletely concealed them.

The discordant sounds kept approaching—a mono-
tonous kind of chant, mingled with the beating of
tom-toms and the clash of cymbals. The head of the
procession soon became visible beneath the trees about
fifty paces off, and Mr. Fogg and his party easily distin-
guished the curious individuals who composed it.

The priests, wearing mitres and long robes trimmed
with lace, marched in front. They were surrounded by a
motley crowd of men, women, and children, who were
chanting a sort of funeral hymn, broken at intervals by
the sound of the various instruments. Behind these
came, on a car (the large wheels of which, spokes and
all, were ornamented with the similitude of serpents), a
hideous figure drawn by four richly-caparisoned zebus.
This idol had four arms, the body was painted a dusky
red, with staring eyes, matted hair, a protruding tongue,
and lips tinted with henna and betel, Round its neck
was hung a necklace of skulls, and it was girt with a
zone of human hands; it stood upright upon the head-
less trunk of a giant figure.

Sir Francis Cromarty recognised the idol at once.

“That is the goddess Kali,” he whispered ; “the
goddess of love and of death.”

“Qf death I can understand, but not of love,”
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muttered Passe-partout ; “what a villainous hag it
is!” :

The Parsee signed to him to hold his tongue.

Around the idol a number of fakirs danced and
twirled about.

These wretches were daubed with ochre, and covered
with wounds, from which the blood issued drop by
drop ; absurd idiots, who would throw themselves under
the wheels of Juggernaut’s chariot had they the oppor-
tunity.

Behind these fanatics marched some Brahmins, clad
in all their oriental sumptuousness of garb, dragging a
woman along, who faltered at each step.

This female was young, and as white as a European.
Her head, neck, shoulders, ears, arms, hands, and ankles
were covered with jewels, bracelets, or rings. A gold-
laced tunic, over which she wore a thin muslin robe,
revealed the swelling contours of her form.

Behind this young woman, and in violent contrast to
her, came a guard, armed with naked sabres and long
damascened pistols, carrying a dead body in a palanquin.

The corpse was that of an old man clothed in the
rich dress of a rajah; the turban embroidered with
pearls, the robe of silk tissue and gold, the girdle of
cashmere studded with diamonds, and wearing the
beautiful weapons of an Indian prince.

The musicians brought up the rear with a guard of
fanatics, whose cries even drowned the noise of the
instruments at times. These closed the cordége.

Sir Francis Cromarty watched the procession pass by
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and his face wore a peculiarly saddened expression.
Turning to the guide, he said: .

“Ts it a suttee ?”

The Parsee made a sign in the affirmative, and put
his fingers on his lips. The long procession wended its
way slowly amongst the trees, and before long the last of
it disappeared in the depths of the forest. The music
gradually died away, occasionally a few cries could be
heard, but soon they ceased, and silence reigned around.

Phileas Fogg had heard what Sir Francis had said,
and as soon as the procession had passed out of sight,
he said : ;

‘What is a suttee ?”

“ A suttee,” replied the ‘general, “isa human sacri-
fice—but a voluntary one. That woman you saw just
now will be burned to-morrow morning at daylight.”

“The scoundrels!” exclaimed Passe-partout, who
could not repress his indignation.

“ And that dead body ?” said Mr. Fogg.

“Ts that of her husband—a prince,” replied the
guide. “He was an independent rajah in Bundelcund.”

“Do you mean to say that these barbarous customs
still obtain in India—under British rule ?” said Mr. Fogg,
without betraying any emotion whatever.

“Tn the greater portion of India,” replied Sir Francis
Cromarty, “these sacrifices do not take place; but we
have no authority in the savage districts, one of the prin-
cipal of which is Bundelcund. The entiredistrict north
of the Vindhia range is the theatre of pillage and murder.”
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“Poor creature,” exclaimed Passe-partout ; “ burned
alive !”

“Ves,” continued the general, “burned alive; and
if she was not, you have no idea to what a wretched
condition she would be reduced by her relatives. They
would shave off her hair, feed her very scantily upon rice,
and hold no communication with her, for she would be
regarded as unclean, and would die like a dog. The
prospect of such treatment, even more strongly than
affection or religious fanaticism, often urges the widows
to submit themselves to suttee. Sometimes, however,
the act is really voluntary, and energetic interference by
the Government is necessary to prevent it. Some years
ago, when I was in Bombay, a young widow asked the
governor’s leave to be burned with her late husband’s
body. As you may imagine, he refused her request.
Then the disconsolate widow left the town, took refuge
with an independent rajah, and burned herself, to the
satisfaction of all concerned.”

As the general proceeded, the guide nodded in
assent to the truthfulness of the relation, and when the
speaker had finished, the Parsee said:

“But the suttee to take place to-morrow is not
voluntary.”

“ How do you know?”

“ Everyone in Bundelcund knows that,” replied the
guide.

“Yet the unfortunate woman offered no resistance,”
said Sir Francis Cromarty
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“ Because she was drugged with hemp and opium,”
replied the Parsee.

“But whither are they taking her?”

“To the Pagoda of Pillaji, two miles away from
here. There she will pass the night, and wait for the
hour appointed for the sacrifice.”

“ And the sacrifice will take place ?”

* At dawn to-morrow.”

As he spoke, the guide led forth the elephant and
clambered up to his seat on its neck ; but just as he was
about to whistle to the animal to proceed, Mr. Fogg
stopped him, and said to Sir Francis Cromarty, “Suppose
we save this woman?”

“ Save her!” exclaimed the general.

“T have still twelve hours to spare,” continued Fogg ;
“T can devote that time to the purpose.”

“Well, I declare you are a man with a heart in the
right place,” cried Sir Francis.

“ Sometimes it is,” replied Mr. Fogg, smiling grimly,
“‘when I have time !”

CHAPTER XIII.

Chowing how Passe-partout perceives once again that Fortune
favours the Brave.

THE project was a difficult one and a bold, almost im-
possible to carry out. Mr. Fogg was about to risk his
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life, or at least his liberty, and consequently the success
of his undertaking ; but, nevertheless, he hesitated not a
moment. Besides, he found in Sir Francis Cromarty a
sturdy ally. Passe-partout also was at their disposal ; he
was quite ready, and his opinion of his master was rising
every moment. He possessed a heart, after all, beneath
that cold exterior. Passe-partout was beginning to love
Mr. Fogg.

The guide remained. What course would he take
in this business? He would probably side with the
natives. At any rate, if he would not assist, his neutrality
must be assured.

Sir Francis put the question to him plainly.

“Your honour,” replied the man, “I am a Parsee.
The woman is a Parsee also, You may dispose of me
as you wish.”

“ Good,” replied Sir Francis.

“But,” continued the guide, “you must remember
that not only do we risk our lives in this affair, but we
may be horribly tortured if we are taken alive. So take
care.”

“We have made up our minds to run the risk,” said
Mr. Fogg. “TI think we had better wait till nightfall
before we act.” :

“T think so too,” said the guide, who then proceeded
to give his employers some information respecting the
lady. He said she was a Parsee, a celebrated Indian
beauty, daughter of one of the richest merchants in
Bombay. She had received a complete English edu-
cation ; her manners and tastes were all European. Her

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name was Aouda. She was, moreover, an orphan, and
had been married against her will to the rajah. She
had only been three months wed. Knowing the fate
that awaited her, she had attempted to escape, but was
immediately retaken; and the rajah’s relatives, who
were desirous, from motives of interest, for her death,
had devoted her to the suttee, which now appeared
inevitable.

These particulars only served to confirm Mr. Fogg
and his companions in their generous resolve. It
was then decided that the guide should take them as
near to the pagoda as possible without attracting
attention.

In about half an hour the elephant was halted in the
brushwood about five hundred yards from the temple,
which was not visible; but the shouts of the fanatics
were distinctly audible.

The best manner of releasing the intended victim
was then discussed. The guide was acquainted with the
pagoda in which he declared the young woman was
imprisoned. Was it possible to enter by one of the
doors, when all the band of priests, etc., were wrapped in
a drunken sleep ? or, should they enter through a hole in
the wall? This could only be decided when they
reached the pagoda. But one thing was very certain,
and that was that the deed must be done at night, and
not at daybreak, when the victim was being led to
the sacrifice. Then human aid would be powerless to
save her.

So the party waited till night. At about six o’clock
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in the evening it would be dark, and then they would
make a reconnaissance. The last cries of the fakirs
would by that time be hushed. The Hindoos would by
that time, according to custom, be wrapped in the
intoxicating arms of “ bang”—liquid opium mixed with
hemp ; and it would be possible to glide past them into
the temple.

The whole party, guided by the Parsee, then ad-
vanced stealthily through the forest. After ten minutes’
creeping beneath the branches of the trees, they reached
a rivulet, whence, by the glare of the torches, they were
enabled to distinguish the funeral pyre, composed of the
fragrant sandal-wood, and already saturated with perfumed
oil. Upon this pile lay the dead body of the deceased
prince, which was to be burned with his widow. A
hundred paces from the pyre was the pagoda, the
minarets of which uprose beyond the tops of the sur-
rounding trees.

“Come on,” whispered the guide.

With increasing caution the Parsee, followed by his
companions, glided silently amongst the tall grasses.
The murmur of the breeze through the trees was the
only sound that broke the silence.

The Parsee soon halted on the border of the clearing.
Some torches lit up the space. The ground was covered
with groups of tipsy sleepers, and bore a great resem-
blance to a battle-field strewn with dead bodies. Men,
women, and children lay all together. Some drunken
individuals still staggered about here and there. In the
background the temple loomed amid the thick trees.

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But greatly to the disappointment of the guide, armed
rajpoots kept watch by torchlight upon the doors, in front
of which they paced up and down with naked swords.
No doubt the priests within were equally vigilant.

The Parsee advanced no farther. He perceived at
once that it was impossible to force an entrance to the
temple, and he led his companions back again. Sir
Francis and Mr. Fogg also understood that no more
could be done in that direction. They stopped and
consulted together in undertones.

“Let us wait a little,” whispered the brigadier. “It
is only eight o’clock. Those sentries may go to sleep
later.”

‘“‘ That is possible, certainly,” said the Parsee.

So they all Jay down under the trees and waited.

The time passed very slowly. At intervals the guide
would go forward and reconnoitre. But the guards
were always there ; the torches burned brightly still, and
an uncertain glimmer penetrated through the windows of
the temple from the inside.

They waited until nearly midnight. There was no
change in the situation. The sentries were sleepless,
and it became evident that they intended to keep watch
all night. They were probably quite sober. It now
became necessary to try another plan and to cut through
the walls of the pagoda. There was then the chance of
finding the priests awake inside, watching their intended
victim as closely as the soldiers guarded the door.

After a final consultation, the guide expressed him-
self ready to proceed. Mr. Fogg, Sir Francis, and
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Passe-partout followed. They made a long detour with
the intention of approaching the pagoda from behind.
About half-past twelve they gained the walls without
having encountered anyone. Evidently no watch was
‘kept at the side, but it was equally evident that there
was neither window nor door at the back.

The night was dark. The moon, then in her last
quarter, appeared scarcely above the horizon, and was
covered frequently by thick clouds. The trees also
served to render the darkness more profound. It was
enough to have reached the wall, an opening must be
discovered or made. To accomplish this, Mr. Fogg and
his companions had nothing but their pocket-knives.
Fortunately, the temple walls were only composed of
bricks and wood, which would not be very hard to cut
through. Once the first brick had been taken out, the
rest was easy.

They set about the work immediately, and as noise-
lessly as possible. The Parsee and Passe-partout worked
away to loosen the bricks in a space about two feet wide.
The labour was continued, and they were getting on
capitally, when a cry was heard from the interior of the
temple, and was immediately succeeded by others from
the outside. Passe-partout and the guide ceased work-
ing. Had they been heard, and had the alarm been
given ? Common prudence necessitated a retreat, which
was effected in company with Sir Francis Cromarty and
Phileas Fogg. They ensconced themselves again beneath
the trees to wait until the alarm, if it were an alarm, had
subsided, and ready in that event to resume their opera-
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tions. But, alas! the guards now completely surrounded
the pagoda and prevented all approach. It would be
difficult to depict the disappointment of these four men
at this unfortunate contretemps. As they were prevented
from approaching the victim, how could they hope to
save her? Sir Francis Cromarty clenched his hands,
Passe-partout was almost beside himself, and even the
guide had some difficulty in preserving his self-restraint.
The impassible Phileas Fogg alone preserved ‘his
equanimity.

“T suppose we may as well go away now ?” whispered
Sir Francis Cromarty.

“ That’s all we can do,” the guide assented.

“Don’t be in a hurry,” said Mr. Fogg. “It will suit
me well enough if we reach Allahabad at mid-day.”

“But what do you expect to do if we remain here?”
said Sir Francis. “It will be. daylight in a couple of
hours, and——”

“We may get a chance at the last moment.”

The brigadier would have liked to have been able to
read the expression of Mr. Fogg’s face. What was he
thinking about, this cool-headed Englishman? Would
he, at the last moment, throw himself upon the burning
pile, and snatch her from the clutches of her executioners
openly ?

Such a proceeding would have been the height of
folly, and no one could for a moment imagine that
Mr. Fogg was so foolhardy as that. Nevertheless, Sir
Francis consented to wait the dénouement of this terrible
scene, But the guide led the party to the edge of the
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clearing, where, from behind a thicket, they could obsetve
all the proceedings. Meanwhile, Passe-partout had been
hatching a project in his busy brain, and at last the idea
came forth like a flash of lightning. His first concep-
tion of the notion he had repudiated as ridiculously
foolish, but at length he began to look upon the project
as feasible. “It is a chance,” he muttered, “but perhaps
the only one with such bigoted idiots.” At any rate
he wriggled himself to the end of the lowest branch of
a tree, the extremity of which almost touched the
ground.

The hours passed slowly on, and at length some
faint indications of day became visible in the sky. But
it was still quite dark in the neighbourhood of the
pagoda. i

This was the tinie chosen for the sacrifice. The
sleeping groups arose as if the resurrection had arrived.
The tom-toms sounded. Chants and cries were once
more heard. The sublime moment had come !

Just then the doors of the pagoda were opened, and
a strong light flashed out from the interior. The victim
could be perceived being dragged by two priests to the
door. It appeared to the spectators that the unhappy
woman, having shaketi off the effects of her enforced
intoxication, was endeavouring to escape from her
executioners. Sir Francis Cromarty was deeply agitated,
and seizing Mr. Fogg’s hand cohvulsively he perceived
that the hand grasped an open knife.

The crowd now began to move about. Thé young
woman had been again stupefied with hemp-fumes, and
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passed between the lines of fakirs who escorted her,
uttering wild cries as they proceeded.

Phileas Fogg and his companions followed on the
outskirts of the crowd. Two minutes later they reached
the bank of the stream, and stopped about fifty paces
from the funeral pyre, upon which the corpse was
extended. In the dim religious light, they could per-
ceive the outline of the victim close beside her
deceased husband.

A lighted torch was then quickly applied to the pile
of wood, which, saturated with oil, was instantly ina blaze.
Sir Francis Cromarty and the guide had to exert all their
strength to restrain Mr. Fogg, who, in his generous
indignation, appeared about to rush upon the blazing
pile.

But just as Phileas Fogg had succeeded in throwing
them off, a change came o’er the scene. A cry of terror
rose from the natives, and they bowed themselves to the
earth in indescribable terror.

The old rajah was not dead after all; there he was
standing upright upon the fiery funeral pile, clasping his
young wife in his arms; ready to leap from amid the
smoke into the midst of the horror-stricken crowd.
The fakirs, the guards, the priests were all seized with
superstitious fear, and lay, faces to the earth, not daring
to lift their eyes to behold such a stupendous miracle.

The resuscitated man was thus practically quite close
to the place where Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty
were standing with the guide.

“Let us be off,” exclaimed the “ spectre.”
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It was only Passe-partout, who had, unperceived,
gained the pyre under cover of the smoke, and had
rescued the young lady from certain death. It was
Passe-partout himself who, thanks to his happy audacity,
was enabled to pass unharmed through the terrified
assemblage.

In an instant the four friends had disappeared in the
woods, and the elephant was trotting rapidly away. But
very soon the loud cries and the clamour that arose told
them that the trick had been discovered, and a bullet
whizzed by as an additional confirmation. For there
upon the blazing pile lay the rajah’s corpse; and the
priests quickly understood that a rescue had been so far
successfully accomplished. They immediately dashed
into the forest, accompanied by the soldiers, who fired a
volley ; but the fugitives had got away, and in a few
moments more were out of reach of arrows and bullets
both.

CHAPTER XIV.

In which Phileas Fogg descends the charming Valley of the Ganges,
without noticing its Beauties.

THE rash attempt had proved successful. An hour
later, Passe-partout was laughing at the result of his
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venturous plan. Sir Francis Cromarty had shaken hands
with him. His master had said, “Well done!” which
from him was high commendation indeed. To which
expressions of approbation, Passe-partout had replied
that all the credit of the affair belonged to his master.
His own share in it had been an absurd notion after
all; and he laughed again when he thought that he,
Passe-partout; thé ex-gymnast, ex-sergeant of the fire
brigade, had actually played the part of spouse of
a beautiful young lady, the widow of an embalmed
rajah !

As for the young lady herself, she was still insensible,
and quite unconscious of all that was passing or had
lately passed. Wrapped up in a.-railroad-rug, she was
now reclining in one of the howdahs.

Meanwhile the elephant, guided with unerting care
by the Parsee, was progressing rapidly through the still
gloomy forest. After an hour’s ride, they arrived at an
extensive plain. At seven o’clock they halted. The
young lady was still quite unconscious. The guide
poured some brandy down her throat, but she remained
insensible for some time afterwards. Sir Francis
Cromarty, who was aware that no serious evil effects
supervened from the inhalation of the fumes of hemp,
was in no way anxious about her.

But if her restoration to consciousness was not a
subject of anxiety to the brigadier, he was less assured
respecting her life in the future. He did not hesitate to
tell Mr. Fogg that if Madame Aouda remained in India,
she would sooner or later be taken by her would-be
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executioners. Those fanatics were scattered everywhere
through the peninsula, and there was not a doubt that,
despite the English police, the Hindoos would claim
their victim, no matter in what presidency she might
endeavour to take refuge. And in support of his
assertion, Sir Francis instanced a similar case which had
recently taken place. His opinion, therefore, was that
she would only be in absolute safety when she quitted
India for ever.

Mr. Fogg replied that he would consider the matter,
and give his opinion later.

About ten o’clock the guide announced that they
were close to Allahabad. Then they would be able to
continue their journey by the railroad, and in about four-
and-twenty hours they would reach Calcutta. Phileas
Fogg would in that case be in time to catch the Hong
Kong steamer, which was to sail at noon on the 25th of
October, The young woman was safely bestowed in a
private waiting-room, while Passe-partout was hurriedly
despatched to purchase various necessary articles of
clothing, etc., for her use. His master supplied the funds
for the purpose. ,

Passe-partout hastened away, and ran through the
streets of Allahabad—the City of God—one of the most
sacred cities of India, inasmuch as it is built at the
junction of the two holy streams of the Ganges and the
Jumna, whose waters attract pilgrims from every part of
the peninsula. We are also told that the Ganges has its
source in heaven, whence, owing to the influence of
Bramah, it condescends to earth.
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While he made his purchases diligently, Passe-partout
did not forget to look about him and see something of
the city. It was at one time defended by a splendid
fort, which has since become the State prison. Commerce
and business no longer occupy their former places in
Allahabad. Vainly did the worthy European seek for
such emporiums as he would have met in Regent Street ;
he could find nothing better than the shop of an old
Jew clothesman—a crusty old man he was too. From
him he purchased a tweed dress, a large cloak, and a
magnificent otter-skin pelisse which cost seventy-five
pounds. With these garments he returned in triumph to
the railway station.

Mrs. Aouda had by that time partly recovered con-
sciousness. The influence of the drug administered by
the priests was passing away by degrees, and her bright
eyes were once again resuming their soft and charming
Indian expression. .

The poet-king, Ucgaf Uddaul, celebrating the charms
of the Queen of Ahundnagara, thus sings :

“Her shining locks, parted in the centre of her fore-
head, set off the harmonious contours of her white and
delicate cheeks, all glowing in their freshness. Her ebon
brows have the shape and power of the bow of Kama,
the god of love; and beneath her silken lashes, her dark
eyes swim in liquid tenderness, as in the sacred lakes of
the Himalayas is reflected the celestial light. Her
glittering, even, pearl-like teeth shine between the
smiling lips as the dewdrops in the half-closed petals of
the passion-flower. Her tiny ears, with curves divine,
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her small hands, her little feet, tender as the buds of
lotus, sparkle with the pearls of Ceylon and the dazzling
diamonds of the famed Golconda. Her rounded, supple
waist, which hand may circle round, displays the curving
outline of the hips, and swelling bosom, where youth in
all its loveliness expands its perfect treasures. Beneath
the tunic-folds the limbs seem formed within a silver
mould by the god-like hand of Vicvarcarnia, the im-
mortal sculptor.”

Without exactly comparing Mrs. Aouda with the
foregoing description, it may be stated that she was a
most charming woman, in the fullest acceptation of the
term. She spoke English with fluency and purity, and
the guide had only stated the truth when he had averred
that the Parsee lady had been transformed by her
education. :

The train was about to start; Mr. Fogg was paying
the Parsee guide his hire as agreed—not a farthing in
excess. This business-like arrangement rather astonished
Passe-partout, when he recalled all they owed to the
guide’s devotion. In fact, the Parsee had risked his life
voluntarily by engaging in the affair at Pillaji, and if he
should be caught by the Hindoos he would very likely
be severely dealt with. There was still Kiouni, however.
What was to be done with the elephant, which had cost
so much? But Phileas Fogg had already made up
his mind on that point.

“Parsee,” said he to the guide, “‘you have been most
useful and devoted to us. I have paid for your services,
but not for-your devotion. Would you like to have the
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elephant? If so, he is yours.” The eyes of the guide
sparkled.

“Your honour is giving me a fortune!” he exclaimed.

“Take him,” replied Mr. Fogg, “and then I shall still
be in your debt.”

“ Hurrah!” cried Passe-partout; “take him, my
friend. Kiouni is a fine animal;” and going up to the
beast, he gave him some pieces of sugar, saying, “ Here,
Kiouni, take this, and this.”

The elephant gave vent to some grunts of satisfaction,
and then seizing Passe-partout by the waist with his
trunk, he lifted him up. Passe-partout, not in the least
afraid, continued to caress the animal, which replaced
him gently on the ground, and to the pressure of the
honest Kiouni’s trunk, Passe-partout responded with a
kindly blow.

Some short time after, Phileas Fogg, Sir Francis
Cromarty, and Passe-partout were seated with Mrs. Aouda,
who occupied the best place in a comfortable compart-
ment of the train, which was speeding towards Benares.
This run of eighty miles from Allahabad was accom-
plished in two hours, and in that time the young lady

. had quite recovered from the drugs she had inhaled.

Her astonishment at finding herself in the train,
dressed in European garments, and with three travellers
utterly unknown to her, may be imagined.

Her companions in the first place showed her every
attention, even to the administration of a few drops of
liqueur, and then the general told her what had happened.
He particularly dwelt upon the devotedness of Phileas
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Fogg, who had risked his life to save hers, and upon the
termination of the adventure, of which Passe-partout was
the hero. Mr. Fogg made no remark whatever, and
Passe-partout looked very bashful, and declared it was
not worth speaking of.

Mrs, Aouda thanked her deliverers effusively by
tears at least as much as by words. Her beautiful eyes
even more than her lips expressed her gratitude. Then
her thoughts flew back to the suttee, and as she
remarked she was still on Indian territory, she shud-
dered with horror. Phileas Fogg, guessing her thoughts,
hastened to reassure her, and quietly offered to escort
her to Hong Kong, where she could remain till the
affair had blown over. This offer the lady most gratefully
accepted, for—curiously enough—a relative of hers, a
Parsee like herself, was then residing at Hong Kong, and
was one of the principal merchants of that British
settlement.

At half-past twelve the train stopped at Benares.
Brahmin legends state that this town is built upon the
site of the ancient Casi, which was at one time suspended
between heaven and earth, like Mahomet’s coffin. But
in these practical days, Benares, which orientals call the
Athens of India, rests prosaically upon the ground, and
Passe-partout caught many a glimpse of brick houses
and numerous clay huts, which gave the place a desolate
appearance, without any local colour.

Sir Francis Cromarty had now reached his destina-
tion ; the troops he was to command were encamped a
few miles to the north of the town. He took farewell of
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Phileas Fogg, wished him every success, and expressed a
hope that he would continue his journey in a more
profitable and less original manner. Mr. Fogg gently
pressed his companion’s hand. Mrs. Aouda was more
demonstrative ; she could not forget what she owed to
Sir Francis Cromarty. As for Passe-partout, he was
honoured with a hearty shake of the general’s hand, and
was much impressed thereby. So they parted.

From Benares the railway traverses the valley of the
Ganges. The travellers had many glimpses of the varied
country of Behar, the hills covered with verdure, and a
succession of barley, wheat, and corn fields, jungles full
of alligators, neat villages, and thick forests. Elephants
and other animals were bathing in the sacred river, as
were also bands of Hindoos of both sexes, who, notwith-
standing the advanced season of the year, were accom-
plishing their pious ablutions. These devotees were
declared enemies of Buddhism, and were strict~Brah-
mins, believing in Vishnu, the sun god; Shiva, the
personification of nature; and Brahma, the head of
priests and rulers. But how do Brahma, Shiva, and
Vishnu regard India, now completely Anglicised, with
hundreds of steamers darting and screaming along the
holy waters of the Ganges, frightening the birds and
beasts and faithful followers of the gods dwelling along
the banks ?

The landscape passed rapidly by, and was occasion-
ally hidden by the stream. The travellers could now
discern the fort of Chunar, twenty miles south-west of
Benares; then Ghazipore and its important rose-water
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manufactories came in sight; then they caught a glimpse
of the tomb of Lord Cornwallis, which rises on the left
bank of the river; then the fortified town of Buxar ;
Patna, the great commercial city and principal opium-
market of India; Monghir, an European town, as
English as Manchester or Birmingham, with its foun-
dries, factories, and tall chimneys vomiting forth volumes
of black smoke.

Night fell, and still the train rushed on, in the midst
of the roaring and growling of wild animals, which fled
from the advancing locomotive. Nothing could of course
then be seen of those wonders of Bengal, Golconda, the
ruins of Gom, and Morschabad, Burdwan, the ancient
capital, Hooghly, Chandernagore, in French territory,
where Passe-Partout would have been glad to see his
country’s ensign.

At last, at seven o’clock in the morning, they reached
Calcutta. The steamer for Hong Kong was not to leave
till mid-day, so Phileas Fogg had still five hours to spare.

According to his journal, he was due at Calcutta on
the 25th October—twenty-three days from London; and
at Calcutta he.was as arranged. He had neither gained
nor lost so far. Unfortunately, the two days he had had
to spare he spent as we have seen while crossing the
peninsula; but we must not suppose that Phileas Fogg
regretted his actions for a moment. , es

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CHAPTER XV.

In which the Bag of Bank-notes is lightened by some Thousands of
Pounds more.

PassE-PaARTOUT was the first to alight from the train ;
Mr. Fogg followed, and helped out his fair companion.
Phileas had counted upon proceeding directly to the
steamer, so as to settle Mrs. Aouda comfortably on
board. He was unwilling to leave her so long, as she
was on such dangerous ground.

As Mr. Fogg was leaving the station a policeman
approached him, and said, “Mr. Phileas Fogg, is it
not ?”

“Tt is,” replied Phileas.

“And this is your servant?” continued the police-
man, indicating Passe-partout.

66 Yes.”

* Will you be so good as to follow me?”

Mr. Fogg did not appear in the least degree sur-
prised. The policeman was a representative of the law,
and to an Englishman the law is sacred. Passe-partout,
like a Frenchman, wanted to argue the point, but the
policeman touched him with his cane, and his master
made him a sign to obey. .

“This young lady can accompany us ?” said Mr. Fogg.

“Certainly,” replied the policeman. —

Mr. Fogg, Mrs. Aouda, and Passe-partout were
then conducted to a “ palkighari,” a sort of four-wheeled
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carriage, holding four people, and drawn by two horses.
They drove away, and no one spoke during the twenty
minutes’ drive.

The carriage passed through the “ Black Town,” and
then through the European quarter, which, with its brick
houses, well-dressed people, and handsome equipages,
presented a marked contrast to the native town. The
carriage stopped before a quiet-looking house, which,
however, did not appear to be a private mansion. The
policeman directed his prisoners—for so we may term
them—to alight, and conducted them to a room, the
windows of which were barred.

“ At half-past eight,” he said, “you will be brought
before Judge Obadiah.” He then went out and locked
the door. ps

“So we are prisoners,” exclaimed Passe-partout,
dropping into a chair.

Mrs. Aouda, turning to Mr. Fogg, said tearfully :
“Oh sir, pray do not think of me any longer. It is on
my account ae you have been arrested. It is for
having saved me.’ .

Phileas Fogg calmly replied “ine such a thing was
not possible. It was quite out of the question that they
could be arrested on account of the suttee, The com-
plainants would not dare to present themselves. There
must be some mistake, and Mr. Fogg added that in any
case he would see the young lady safe to Hong
Kong.

“But the steamer starts at twelve o’clock,” said
Passe-partout.

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“We shall be on board before that,” replied the
impassible Fogg.

This was said so decidedly that Passe-partout could
not help muttering, “ That’s all right then, we shall be on
board in time no doubt.” But in his soul he was not so
very certain of it.

At half-past eight the door opened, the policeman
entered, and conducted the friends into an adjoining
room. This was the court, and was pretty well filled by
Europeans and natives. The three companions were
allotted seats on a bench facing the magistrate’s desk.
Judge Obadiah, followed by the clerk, entered almost
immediately. He was a fat, round-faced man. He
took down a wig from a nail and put it on.

“Call the first case,” he began, but immediately
putting his hand to his head he said, “This is not
my wig.”

“The fact is, your honour, it is mine,” replied the
clerk.

“My dear Mr. Oysterpuff, how can you expect a
judge to administer justice in a clerk’s wig ?”

The exchange was made. All this time Passe-partout
was boiling over with impatience, for the hands of the
clock were getting on terribly fast towards noon,

“Now, then, the first case,” said the judge.

“Phileas Fogg,” called out the clerk.

“ Here I am.”

“* Passe-partout.”

“ Here.”

“Good,” said the judge.
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‘“‘For two days we have been awaiting you.”

“ But of what do you accuse us?” cried Passe-partout
impatiently.

“You are going to hear,” said the judge quietly.

“Your honour,” said Mr. Fogg, “I am a British
citizen, and I have the right

“ Have you not been properly treated?” asked the
judge.

“ Oh yes, but a

“Very well, then. Call the plaintiffs.”

As the judge spoke the door opened, and three
Hindoo priests were introduced by an usher.

“Tt is that, after all,’ muttered Passe-partout.
“Those are the fellows that wanted to burn our young
lady.”

The priests stood erect before the judge, and the
clerk read aloud the complaint of sacrilege against
Phileas Fogg and his servant, who were accused of
having defiled a place consecrated to the Brahmin





religion.

“You hear the charge,” said the judge to Phileas
Fogg.

“ Yes, your honour,” replied the accused, looking at
his watch, ‘and I confess it.”

“You admit it?”

“TJ admit it, and I wait to see what these priests in
their turn will confess respecting their doings at the
Pagoda of Pillaji.”

The priests looked at each other. They evidently
did not understand the reference.
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“Of course,” cried Passe-partout impetuously, “at
the Pagoda of Pillaji, where they were about to burn
their victim.”

The priests looked stupefied, and the judge was
almost equally astonished.

“What victim?” he asked. “To burn whom? In
Bombay ?”

“ Bombay !” exclaimed Passe-partout.

“Of course. 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
shoes of the profaner of the temple ;” and he placed a
pair of shoes upon the desk as he spoke,

“My shoes !” exclaimed Passe-partout, who was sur-
prised into this incautious admission.

One can imagine the confusion which ensued. The
incident at the pagoda in Bombay had been quite for-
gotten by both master and man, and it was on account
of that that they were both detained.

The detective Fix had seen at once the advantage
he could derive from that contretemps; so, delaying his
departure for twelve hours, he consulted with the priests
at Malabar Hill and had promised them a large reward,
knowing very well that the English Government would
punish with extreme severity any trespass of such a
description. Then he had sent the priests by train on
the track of the offenders. Owing to the time spent
by Phileas Fogg and his party in releasing the young
widow from the suttee, Fix and the Hindoo priests had
reached Calcutta first, but in any case Mr. Fogg and his
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servant would have been arrested as they left the train in
consequence of a telegraphic despatch which had been
forwarded to Calcutta by the authorities. The disap-
pointment of Fix may be imagined when he heard on
his arrival that Fogg had not reached Calcutta. He
thought that his victim had stopped at one of the inter-
mediate stations, and had taken refuge in the southern
provinces. For four-and-twenty hours Fix had restlessly
paced the railway station at Calcutta. What was his joy
when that very morning he perceived his man descend-
ing from the train in company with a lady whose pre-
sence he could not account for. He had immediately
directed a policeman to arrest Mr. Fogg, and that is how
the whole party came to be brought before Judge
Obadiah.

If Passe-partout had been less wrapped up in his
own business he would have noticed the detective seated
in the corner of the court, watching the proceedings with
an interest easy to be understood, for at Calcutta, as
heretofore, he still wanted the warrant to arrest the
supposed thief.

But Judge Obadiah had noticed the avowal, which
Passe-partout would have given the world to recall.

“So the facts are admitted,” said the judge.

“ They are,” replied Fogg coldly.

“Well,” continued the judge, “inasmuch as the
English law is intended to protect rigorously, and with-
out distinction, all religions in India, and as this fellow,
Passe-partout, has confessed his crime, and is convicted
of having violated with sacrilegious feet the Pagoda of
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Malabar Hill at Bombay during the day of the 2oth
of October, the said Passe-partout is condemned to
fifteen days’ imprisonment and to pay a fine of three
hundred pounds.”

“Three hundred pounds !” exclaimed Passe-partout,
who was scarcely conscious of anything but the amount
of the fine.

“Silence !” shouted the usher.

“ And,” continued the judge, “seeing that it is not
proved that this sacrilege was connived at by the master,
but as he must be held responsible for the acts and
deeds of his servant, the said Phileas Fogg is sentenced
to eight days’ imprisonment and a fine of one hundred
and fifty pounds. Usher, call the next case.”

Fix, in his corner, rubbed his hands to his satis-
faction. Phileas Fogg detained eight days at Calcutta!
This was fortunate, by that time the warrant would have
arrived from England. Passe-partout was completely
dumbfoundered. This conviction would ruin his master.
His wager of twenty thousand pounds would be lost;
and all because he, like an idiot, had gone into that
cursed pagoda.

But Phileas Fogg was as cool and collected as if he
were in no way concerned in the matter. At the moment
the usher was calling on the next cause, Phileas rose and
said, “I offer bail.”

‘That is within your right,” said the judge.

Fix’s blood ran cold ; but he revived again, when he
heard the judge say, that as the prisoners were strangers,
a bail of a thousand pounds each would be necessary.
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So it would cost Mr. Fogg two thousand pounds, if he
did not put in an appearance when called upon.

“T will pay the money now,” said that gentleman ;
and from the bag which Passe-partout still held, he drew
bank-notes for two thousand pounds, and placed them
on the clerk’s desk.

“ This sum will be restored to you, when you come
out of prison,” said the judge. ‘‘ Meantime you are free
on bail.”

“ Come along,” said Phileas Fogg to his servant.

“But I suppose they will give me back my shoes?”
said Passe-partout angrily.

They gave him back his shoes. “ They have cost us
pretty dearly,” he muttered, “more than one thousand
pounds apiece, without counting the inconvenience to
myself ;” and with the most hang-dog appearance, Passe-
partout followed his master, who had offered his arm to
the young lady. Fix was still in hopes that his prey
would not abandon such a sum as two thousand pounds ;
so he followed Mr. Fogg closely.

Phileas took a fly, and the whole party were driven
down to the quays. Hialf-a-mile from the pier the
Rangoon was moored, the “blue-peter” at the mast-
head. Eleven o’clock was striking, so Mr. Fogg had an
hour to spare. Fix saw him put off in a boat, with
Mrs. Aouda and his servant. The detective stamped
with rage.

“The rascal !” he exclaimed; “he is going then. Two
thousand pounds sacrificed. He is as reckless as a thief.
I will follow him to the end of the world, if necessary ;
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but at the rate he is going, the stolen money will soon
be spent.”

The detective was not far wrong. In fact, since he
had left London, what with travelling expenses, “tips,”
the money paid for the elephant, in fines, and in bail,
Phileas Fogg had already disbursed more than five
thousand pounds, so that the percentage upon the sum
likely to be recovered by the detective (as he imagined)
was growing small by degrees and beautifully less.

CHAPTER XVI.

Fix does not at all understand what is said to him,

THE Rangoon, one of the P. and O. Company’s vessels,
plying between India, China, and Japan, was an iron
screw steamer of about one thousand seven hundred
and seventy tons, with engines of four hundred horse-
power. She was as fast but not so comfortable as the
Mongolia, and Mrs. Aouda was scarcely as well accom-
modated as Phileas Fogg would have wished. But as
the voyage was only three thousand five hundred miles,
that is to say eleven or twelve days’ steaming, and the
young lady was not difficult to please, it was no great
matter. |
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During the first portion of the voyage she became
well acquainted with Phileas Fogg, and gave expression
to her great gratitude on every occasion. That phleg-
matic gentleman listened to her protestations with the
most unmoved exterior, not an expression, not a move-
ment evidenced the slightest emotion ; but he took care
that the young lady should want for nothing. He saw
her at certain hours every day, if not to talk, at least to
listen to her conversation ; he exhibited towards her the
greatest politeness, but the politeness of an automaton.
Mrs. Aouda did not know what to think of him, though
Passe-partout had given her a few hints about his
eccentric master, and had told-her of the wager about
going round the world. Mrs. Aouda had rather
ridiculed the idea, but after all did she not owe him her
life? And Mr. Fogg would not lose by being regarded
through the glasses of gratitude.

Mrs. Aouda confirmed the Parsee guide’s explanation
of her past history. She was, in fact, of the highest
native caste.

Many Parsee merchants had made great fortunes in
cotton in India. One of them, Sir Jamsetjee Jejeebhoy,
has been made a baronet by the English Government,
and Mrs. Aouda was connected with this personage, who
was then living in Bombay. It was a cousin of his whom
she hoped to join at Hong Kong, and with whom she
trusted to find-protection. She could not say whether
she would be received or not; but Mr. Fogg told her not
to trouble herself, as all would come mathematically
square. These were the words he used. It was uncer-
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tain whether the young lady quite understood him. She
fixed her great eyes—‘ those eyes as limpid as the sacred
lakes of the Himalayas ”—upon him; but Mr. Fogg was
as impassive as ever, and did not show any disposition to
throw himself into those lakes.

The first portion of the voyage passed very plea-
santly. Everything was favourable. The Rangoon soon
sighted the great Andaman, with its picturesque mountain
called Saddle Peak, two thousand four hundred feet high,
a landmark for all sailors. They skirted the coast, but
they saw none of the inhabitants. The appearance of the
islands was magnificent. Immense forests of palm, teak,
and gigantic mimosas (tree-ferns), covered the foreground
of the landscape, while at the back rose the undulating
profile of the hills. The cliffs swarmed with that species of
swallows which build the edible nests so prized in China.

But the islands were soon passed, and the Rangoon
rapidly steamed towards the Straits of Malacca, which
give access to the Chinese Sea.

Now what is Fix doing all this time? Having left
instructions for the transmission of the warrant to Hong
Kong, he had embarked on board the 2angoon without
being perceived by Passe-partout, and was in hopes to be
able to keep out of sight until the steamer should have
reached her destination. In fact, it would be difficult to
explain his presence on board without awakening the
suspicions of Passe-partout, who thought him in Bombay.
But fate obliged him to resume acquaintance with the lad,
as we shall see later.

All the aspirations and hopes of the detective were
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now centred in Hong Kong, for the steamer would not
stop at Singapore long enough for him to do anything
there. It was at Hong Kong that the arrest must be
made, or the thief would escape, and, so to speak, for
ever.

Hong Kong, in fact, was English territory, but the
last British territory which they would see on the route.
Beyond that, China, Japan, and America would offer an
almost secure asylum to Mr. Fogg. If they should find
the warrant of arrest at Hong Kong, Fix could hand Fogg
over to the local police, and have done with him. But
after leaving the island a simple warrant would not be
sufficient ; a warrant of extradition would be necessary,
which would give rise to delays of all kinds, and of
which ‘the criminal might take advantage and escape ;
so if he did not arrest him at Hong Kong, he might give
up the idea altogether.

“ Now,” said Fix to himself, “ either the warrant will
be at Hong Kong, and I shall arrest my man, or it will
not be there ; and this time I must delay his departure
at any cost. I have failed both at Bombay and Calcutta,
and if I make a mess of it at Hong Kong, my reputation
is gone. I must succeed, at any cost; but what means
shall I adopt to stop him if the worst comes to the
worst ?”

Fix then, as a last resource, made up his mind to tell
Passe-partout everything, and what sort of a man his
master was, for he was not his accomplice evidently.
Passe-partout would no doubt under those circumstances
assist him (Fix). But in any case this was a dangerous
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expedient, and one not to be employed except under
pressure. A hint from Passe-partout to his master
would upset the whole thing at once.

The detective, therefore, was very much embarrassed,
and the presence of Mrs, Aouda on board gave him
more food for thought. Who was this woman? and how
did it happen that she was in Fogg’s society? They
must have met between Bombay and Calcutta, but at
what place? Was it by chance, or had he purposely
gone to seek this charming woman? for she was charming
no doubt—Fix had seen as much in the court at
Calcutta.

He was puzzled, and began to think that perhaps
there had been an elopement. He was certain of it.
This idea now took complete possession of Fix, and
he began to think what advantage he could gain from
the circumstance: whether the young lady was married
or not, there was still the elopement; and he might make
it so unpleasant for Mr. Fogg at Hong Kong that he
would not be able to get away by paying money.

But the Rangoon had to get to Hong Kong first, and
could he wait? for Fogg had an unpleasant habit of
jumping from one steamer to another, and might be far
away before anything had been settled. The thing to do,
therefore, was to give notice to the English authorities,
and to signal the Rangoon before she arrived. This was
not difficult, as the steamer stopped at Singapore, and
he could telegraph thence to Hong Kong.

In any case, before taking decisive action, he deter-
mined to question Passe-partout. He knew.it was not
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difficult to make the lad talk, and Fix decided to make
himself known. There was no time to lose, for the
steamer would reach Singapore the following day.

That afternoon, therefore, Fix left his cabin, and
seeing Passe-partout on deck, the detective rushed
towards him, exclaiming :

‘What, you on board the Rangoon ! 2”

“Mr. Fix, is it really you?” said Passe-partout, as
he recognised his fellow voyager of the Mongolia. “ Why,
I left you at Bombay, and here you are on the way
to Hong Kong. Are you also going round the
world?”

“No,” replied Fix, “I think of stopping at Hong
Kong for a few days, at any rate.”

“ Ah !” said Passe-partout, “ but how is it I have not.
seen you on board since we left Calcutta ?”

“The fact is I have not been very well, and obliged
to stay below. The Bay of Bengal does not suit me as
well as the Indian Ocean, And how is your master,
Mr. Phileas Fogg ?”

“ Oh, quite well, and as punctual to his time as ever ;
but Mr. Fix, you do not know that we have got a young
lady with us.”

“A young lady?” repeated the detective, who pre-
tended not to understand what was said.

Passe-partout nodded, and immediately proceeded to
give him the history of the business at the pagoda, the
purchase of the elephant, the suttee, the rescue of Aouda,
the judgment of the Calcutta court, and their release on
bail. Fix, who was quite familiar with the last incidents,
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pretended to be ignorant of all, and Passe-partout was
quite delighted to have such an interested listener.

“But,” said Fix, when his companion had ceased,
“does your master wish to carry this young lady to
Europe?”

“By no means, Mr, Fix, by no means. We are
simply going to Hong Kong, to place her under the care
of a relative of hers, a rich merchant there.”

“‘ Nothing to be done on that line,” said the detective
to himself, as he concealed his disappointment. ‘“ Come
and have a glass of gin, monsieur.”

“ With all my heart, Mr. Fix; the least we can do
is to have a friendly glass to our meeting on board the
Rangoon.” :

CHAPTER XVII.

What happened on the Voyage between Singapore and Hong Kong.

AFTER that, Passe-partout and the detective met fre-
quently, but the latter was very reserved and did not
attempt to pimp his companion respecting Mr. Fogg.
He only encountered that gentleman once or twice, for
he kept very much in the cabin, attending on Mrs. Aouda,
or engaged in a game of whist.
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As for Passe-partout, he began to meditate very
seriously upon the curious chance which had brought
Mr. Fix once again on his master’s track, and it cer-
tainly was somewhat astonishing. How was it that this
amiable, good-natured gentleman, whom they had met
first at Suez, and on board the AZongolia, who had landed
at Bombay, where he said he was going to remain, was
now on board the Rangoon bound for Hong Kong, and,
in a word, following Mr. Fogg step by step—that was
the question? It certainly was a most extraordinary
coincidence, and what did Fix want? Passe-partout
was ready to wager his Indian shoes, which all this time
he had carefully preserved, that this man Fix would
leave Hong Kong with them, and prcbaply, on board the
same steamer.

If Passe-partout had worried his head for a hundred
years, he never would have hit upon the real object of
the detective. It would never have occurred to him
that Phileas Fogg was being tracked round the globe for
arobbery. But as it is only human nature to find some
explanation for everything, this is how Passe-partout
interpreted Fix’s unremitting attention, and after all it
was not an unreasonable conclusion to arrive at. In
fact, he made up his mind that Fix was an agent sent
after Mr. Fogg by the members of the Reform Club, to
see that the conditions of the wager were Bropety

carried out.

“That’s it,” repeated Passe-partout to himself, very
proud of his shrewdness. ‘“ He is a spy these gentlemen
have sent out. It is scarcely a gentlemanly thing to do,

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Mr. Fogg is so honourable and straightforward. Fancy
sending a spy after us! Ah, gentlemen of the Reform
Club, this shall cost you dearly.”

Passe-partout, quite delighted with the discovery,
determined to say nothing to his master on the subject,
lest he should be very justly offended at his opponents’
distrust, but he determined to chaff Fix at every oppor-
tunity without betraying himself.

On Wednesday, the 30th of October, the Rangoon
entered the Straits of Malacca, which separate that
peninsula from Sumatra, and at four o’clock the next
morning the Rangoon, having gained half a day in
advance of time, anchored at Singapore to coal.

Phileas Fogg having noted the gain in his book, went
ashore accompanied by Mrs. Aouda, who expressed a
wish to land for a few hours.

Fix, who was very suspicious of Fogg’s movements,
followed without being noticed ; and Passe-partout, who
was secretly amused at the detective’s manceuvres, went
about his usual business.

The island of Singapore, though not grand or impos-
ing, still has its peculiar beauties. It is a park traversed
by pleasant roads. A well-appointed carriage took
Phileas Fogg and Aouda through palm-groves and clove-
plantations, various tropical. plants perfumed the air,
while troops of monkeys gambolled in the trees; the
woods, also, were not innocent of tigers, and to those
travellers who were astonished to learn why these terrible
animals were not destroyed in such a small island, the
reply would be that they swam across from the mainland.
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After a couple of hours’ drive, Mr. Fogg and Aouda
returned to the town and went on board ship again, all
the time followed by the detective. Passe-partout was
awaiting them on deck; the brave fellow had purchased
some beautiful mangoes, and was enabled to offer them
to Mrs, Aouda, who received them gracefully.

At eleven o’clock the Rangoon resumed her voyage:
and a few hours later Malacca had sunk below the
horizon. They had about thirteen hundred miles to
traverse to reach Hong Kong, and Phileas Fogg
hoped to get there in six days, so as to be able
to catch the steamer for Yokohama on the 6th of
November.

The weather, which had hitherto been very fine,
changed with the last quarter of the moon. There was
a high wind, fortunately favourable, and a very heavy
sea.

The captain set the sails at every opportunity, and
the Rangoon, under these circumstances, made rapid
progress. But in very rough weather extra precautions
were necessary, and steam had to be reduced. This
delay did not appear to affect Phileas Fogg in the least,
but it worried Passe-partout tremendously. He swore
at the captain, the engineers, and the company, and
consigned all concerned to a warmer climate than Hong
Kong. Perhaps the thought of the gas that was still
burning in his room in London may have had something
to do with his impatience.

“You seem in a great hurry to reach Hong Kong,”
said Fix to him one day.

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“T am,” replied Passe-partout.

“You think Mr. Fogg is anxious to catch the steamer
for Yokohama ?”

“ Very anxious indeed.”

“You believe in this journey round the world,
then ?”

* Most decidedly ; don’t you?”

“ Not a bit of it.”

“You are a sly one,” replied Passe-partout with a
wink.

This remark rather disturbed Fix, without his knowing
why. Could the Frenchman have discovered who he was ?
He did not know what to do. But how could Passe-
partout have found out his real: object? And yet in
speaking as he did, Passe-partout must certainly have
had some ulterior motive.

On a subsequent occasion the valet went still further,
and said, half maliciously :

“Well, Mr. Fix, shall we be so unfortunate as to lose
the pleasure of your society at Hong Kong ?”

“Well,” replied Fix, somewhat embarrassed, “I am
not quite sure. You see——”

“ Ah,” said Passe-partout, “if you would only come
with us I should be so delighted. An agent of the
company cannot stop halfway, you know. You were only
going to Bombay, and here you are almost in China.
America is not far off, and from America to Europe is
but a step.”

Fix looked very hard at his companion, whose face
was perfectly innocent, and laughed too, But Passe-
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partout was in the humour for quizzing, and asked him
if he made much by his present business.

“‘Ves and no,” replied Fix, without flinching. “ We
have our good and bad times, but of course I do not
travel at my own expense.”

“Of that I am quite sure,” said Passe-partout,
laughing.

Fix then returned to his cabin, where he remained
deep in thought. Somehow or another the French-
man had found him out, but had he told his master ?
Was he his accomplice or not? And must the whole
thing be given up? The detective passed many hours
considering the matter in all its bearings, and was
as undecided at the end as he had been at the
beginning.

But he retained his presence of mind, and resolved
at length to deal frankly with Passe-partout, if he could
not arrest Fogg at Hong Kong. Either the servant was
an accomplice, knowing everything, and he would fail ;
or the servant knew nothing, and then his interest would
be to quit the service of the criminal.

Such was the state of affairs, and meantime Phileas
Fogg appeared perfectly indifferent to everything, But
nevertheless there was a disturbing cause not far off,
which might be able to produce an influence on his
heart ; but no, Mrs. Aouda’s charms had no effect, to the
great surprise of Passe-partout.

Yes, it certainly was a matter of astonishment to that
worthy man, who every day read the lady’s gratitude to
his master in Mrs. Aouda’s eyes. Phileas Fogg must
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certainly bé heartless; brave he was no doubt, but
sympathetic, no. There was no proof that the incidents
of the journey had wakened any feelings in his breast,
while Passe-partout was continually indulging in
reverie.

One day he was contemplating the working of the
machinery, when a pitch of the vessel threw the screw
out of the water. The steam roared through the valves,
and Passe-partout exclaimed, indignantly: “ The escape
valves are not sufficiently charged! We make no way!
That is English all over. Ah! if this were only an
American ship—we might blow up, perhaps, but at any
rate we should go quicker meantime.”

CHAPTER XVIII.

In which Phileas Fogg, Passe-partout, and Fix severally go each
about his own business,

Durine the latter part of the voyage the weather was
very bad; the wind was blowing freshly—almost a
gale—tright in the teeth of the Rangoon, which rolled
considerably, and disturbed the passengers very much,
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In fact, on the 3rd and 4th of November there was
quite a tempest, and the Rangoon was obliged to
proceed slowly. All the sails were furled, and the
captain was of opinion that they would be twenty
hours late at Hong Kong, or perhaps more, if the storm
lasted.

Phileas Fogg gazed at the turbulent sea as coolly as
ever; he betrayed no impatience, even though twenty
hours’ delay would upset his calculations, by causing
him to lose the Yokohama steamer. It seemed almost
as if the storm were part of his programme, and Mrs.
Aouda, who sympathised with him, was surprised to find
him quite unmoved.

But Fix did not look upon these things with uncon-
cern; he was very glad that the storm had happened,
and would have been delighted if the Rangoon had been
obliged to scud before the tempest. All these delays
were in his favour, because they tended towards detaining
Mr. Fogg at Hong Kong; he did not mind the sea-
sickness he suffered, and while his body was tortured,
his spirit was exultant.

But Passe-partout was very much annoyed by this
bad weather. All had gone well till now. Everything
had appeared to favour his master, hitherto. Steamers
and railways obeyed him ; wind and steam had united to
assist him. Was it possible that the hour of misfortune
had struck? Passe-partout felt as if the wager of twenty
thousand pounds was to come out of his own purse.
The storm exasperated him, the wind made him furious,
and he would like to have whipped this disobedient
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sea. Poor fellow! Fix all the time carefully concealed
his personal satisfaction, for had Passe-partout perceived
it, Fix would have had a bad time.

Passe-partout remained on deck as long as the storm
lasted, for it was quite impossible for him to go down
below. He assisted the crew in every way in his power,
and astonished the sailors by his activity. He questioned
the captain, the officers, and the men hundreds of times
as to their progress, and got laughed at for his pains. He
wanted to know how long the tempest would last, and
was referred to the barometer, which had evidently not
made up its mind to rise ; even when Passe-partout shook
it, it would not change its mind,

At last the storm subsided, and the wind veered
round to the south, which was in their favour. Passe-
partout regained his serenity as the weather improved.
Sails were once more set on the Rangoon, and she
resumed her route at great speed, but she could not
make up for lost time. It could not be helped, how-
ever, and land was not signalled till five o’clock on the
morning of the 6th of November. The itinerary of
Phileas Fogg showed that they ought to have arrived the
day before, so they were twenty-four hours behindhand,
and the Yokohama steamer would be missed.

At six o’clock the pilot came on board. Passe-
partout longed to ask the man if the Yokohama steamer
had sailed, but he preferred to nurse his hopes till the
last moment. He had confided his troubles to Fix, who,
sly fellow as he was, pretended to sympathise with him,
and told him he would be in time if his master took the
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next steamer, a remark which put Passe-partout into a
violent rage.

But if he did not like to ask the pilot, Mr. Fogg,
having consulted his Bradshaw, did not hesitate to
inquire when the steamer left for Yokohama.

“ To-morrow, at the morning’s flood-tide,” replied the
pilot.

“Ah, indeed,” said Mr. Fogg, without manifesting
any emotion.

Passe-partout could have embraced the pilot for this
information, while Fix would gladly have twisted his
neck. ,

“What is the name of the steamer?” asked Mr.
Fogg. ;

“The Carnatic,” replied the pilot.’

“ Ought she not to have sailed yesterday ?”

“Yes; but one of her boilers required repairing, so
she will not start till to-morrow.”

“Thank you,” replied Mr. Fogg, as he descended
quietly to the cabin.

Passe-partout wrung the pilot’s hand, exclaiming,
“ Well, you are a good fellow.”

Probably to this day the pilot has not the slightest
idea of what Passe-partout was driving at. He merely
whistled, and went back to his station on the bridge to
guide the steamer through a flotilla of junks, tankas, and
fishing-boats, and a crowd of other vessels which
encumbered the waters of Hong Kong.

At one o’clock the steamer was alongside the quay,
and the passengers went ashore.
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On. this occasion it must be confessed that fortune
had singularly favoured Phileas Foge. But for the
necessary repairs to her boilers, the Carnatic would have
sailed on the 5th, and the travellers bound for Japan
would have been obliged to wait for eight days for the
next steamer. Mr. Fogg, it is true, was twenty-four
hours behindhand, but this would not seriously affect his
journey.

In fact, the steamer which plied from Yokohama to
San Francisco was connected with the Hong Kong
boat, and would not start till the arrival of the latter ;
so, if he were twenty-four hours late at Yokohama,
he would make it up in crossing the Pacific. At
present, however, Phileas Fogg found himself twenty-
four hours late during the thirty-five days since he
quitted London.

The Carnatic would sail the next morning at five
o’clock, so Mr. Fogg had still sixteen hours to devote
to Mrs. Aouda. He landed with the young lady
upon his arm, and conducted her to the Club-house
Hotel, where apartments were engaged for her accom-
modation. Mr. Fogg then went in search of her
relatives, telling Passe-partout to remain until his
return, so that the young lady might not feel herself
quite alone.

Mr. Fogg made his way to the exchange, for he
rightly conjectured that such a rich man as Jejeeb would
be most likely heard of in that direction,

The broker to whom Mr. Fogg addressed himself
knew the man for whom he was inquiring, but he had
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left China two years before, and gone to live in Holland,
he thought ; for he had principally traded with Dutch
merchants.

Phileas Fogg returned to the hotel, and informed
Mrs. Aouda that her cousin had left Hong Kong, and
had gone to live in Holland.

Mrs. Aouda made no reply for a moment; she
passed her hand across her brow, and appeared lost
in thought. At length, in a gentle voice, she said,
* What ought I to do, Mr. Fogg?”

“Your course is simple enough,” he replied ; “come
on to Europe.”

“ But I cannot intrude upon you.”

“You do not intrude in the least. Passe-partout.”

“ Sir,” i

“Go to the Carnatic and secure three berths.”

Passe-partout was delighted to think that the young
lady was going to continue her journey with them, for
she had been very kind to him. He accordingly quitted
the hotel to execute his master’s orders cheerfully.
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CHAPTER XIX.

Showing how Passe-partout took too great an interest in his Master,
and what came of it.

Hone Kone is only an island, which fell into the
possession of the English by the Treaty of Nankin, in
1843. In a few years the colonising enterprise of the
British made of it an important city and a fine port—
Victoria. The island is at the mouth of the Canton
river, sixty miles only from Macao, upon the opposite
bank. Hong Kong has beaten the other port in the
struggle for commercial supremacy, and the greater
traffic in Chinese merchandise finds its way to the
island. There are docks, hospitals, wharfs, warehouses,
a cathedral, a Government house, macadamised roads,
&c., which give to Hong Kong as English an aspect as
a town in Kent or Surrey, which had by some accident
fallen to the antipodes.

Passe-partout, with his hands in his pockets, wandered
towards Port Victoria, gazing at the people as they passed,
and admiring the palanquins and other conveyances.
The city appeared to him like Bombay, Calcutta, and
Singapore; or like any other town colonised by the
English.

At the port situated at the mouth of the Canton
river was a regular confusion of ships of all nations,
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commercial and warlike: junks, sempas, tankas, and
even flower-boats, like floating garden-borders. Passe-
partout remarked several of the natives, elderly men,
clothed in nankeen ; and when he went to a barber’s to
be shaved, he inquired of the man, who spoke pretty
good English, who they were, and was informed that
these men were all eighty years of age, and were there-
fore permitted to wear the imperial colour, namely yellow.
Passe-partout, without exactly knowing why, thought this
very funny.

After being shaved, he went to the quay from which
the Carnatic was to start, and there he found Fix walking
up and down, in a very disturbed manner.

“Ho, ho!” thought Passe-partout, ‘this does not
look well for the Reform Club ;” and. with a merry smile
he accosted the detective without appearing to have
noticed his vexation. Fix had indeed good reasons for
feeling annoyed. The warrant had not arrived. No
doubt it was on its way, but it was quite impossible it
could reach Hong Kong for several days, and as this
was the last British territory at which Mr. Fogg would
touch, he would escape if he could not be detained
somehow.

“Well, Mr. Fix,” said Passe-partout, “have you
decided to come to America with us?”

“Yes,” replied Fix, between his clenched teeth.

“Come along, then,” said Passe-partout, laughing
loudly; “I knew you could not leave us. Come and
engage your berth.”

So they went to the office, and took four places.
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But the clerk informed them that the Carnatic, having
had her repairs completed, would sail that evening at
eight o’clock, and not next morning, as previously
announced.

“Very good,” said Passe-partout, “that will suit my
master exactly. I will go and tell him.”

And now Fix determined to make a bold move. He
would tell Passe-partout everything. This was perhaps
the only way by which he could keep Phileas Fogg at
Hong Kong.

As they quitted the office, Fix offered his com-
panion some refreshment, which Passe-partout accepted.
They saw. a tavern close by, which they entered, and
reached a large well-decorated room, at the end of which
was a large camp-bedstead furnished with cushions.
On this lay a number of men asleep.. About thirty
people were seated at small tables drinking beer, porter,
brandy, or other liquors; and the majority of drinkers
were smoking long pipes of red clay filled with little
balls of opium steeped in rose-water. From time to
time a smoker would subside under the table, and the
waiters would carry him and place him on the bed at
the end of the room. There were about twenty of these
stupefied smokers altogether.

Fix: and Passe-partout perceived that they had
entered a smoking-house, patronised by those wretched
idiots devoted to one of the most injurious vices of
humanity—the smoking of opium, which the English
merchants sell every year to the value of one million four
hundred thousand pounds. The Chinese Government
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has vainly endeavoured by stringent laws to remedy
the evil, but in vain. The habit has descended from
the rich to the poorest classes, and now opium is
smoked everywhere at all times by men and women,
and those accustomed to it cannot do without it A
great smoker can consume eight pipes a day, but he
dies in five years.

It was to one of these dens that Fix and Passe-
partout had come for refreshment; the latter had no
money, but accepted his companion’s treat, hoping to
return the civility at some future time. Fix ordered
two bottles of port, to which the Frenchman paid
considerable attention, while Fix, more cautious, watched
his companion narrowly. They talked upon many
subjects, and particularly respecting Fix’s happy deter-
mination to sail in the Carnatic, and that put Passe-
partout in mind that he ought to go and inform his
master respecting the alteration in the time of the
steamer’s departure, which, as the bottles were empty, he
proceeded to do.

“Just one moment,” said Fix, detaining him.

“What do you want, Mr. Fix?”

“T want to speak to you seriously.”

“Seriously !” exclaimed Passe-partout. “ Well, then,
let us talk to-morrow, I have no time to-day.”

“You had better wait,” said Fix ; “it concerns your
master.”

Passe-partout looked closely at his companion, and
as the expression of his face was peculiar he sat down
again,
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“What have you got to say to me?” he said.

Fix placed his hand on his companion’s arm, and
said, in a low voice, “You have guessed who I am,
eh ?”

‘ Rather,” replied Passe-partout.

“Well, then, I am going to tell you everything.”

“Ves, now that I know everything, my friend.
That’s pretty good. However, go on; but first let me
tell you that those gentlemen have sent you on a wild-
goose chase.”

“Tt is evident that you do not know how large the
sum in question is,” said Fix.

“Oh yes, but I do,” said Passe-partout, “ it is twenty
thousand pounds.” :

“ Fifty-five thousand,” replied Fix, shaking the
Frenchman’s hand. i

“What !” exclaimed Passe-partout, “has Mr. Fogg
risked fifty-five thousand pounds? Well, then, all the
more reason we should not lose any time,” he added, as
he rose from his chair.

‘* Fifty-five thousand pounds,” continued Fix, press-
ing his companion into his seat again, as a flask of
brandy was placed before them; “and if I succeed I
shall get a percentage of two thousand pounds. If you
will assist me I will give you five hundred.”

“ Assist you!” exclaimed Passe-partout, as he
stared wildly at the detective.

“Yes, assist me to keep Mr. Fogg here for some
hours longer.”

“What is that you say?” said Passe-partout. “ Not
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content with tracking my master, do these gentlemen
suspect his good face and wish to put obstacles in his
way? Iam ashamed of them.”

“What are you talking about?” said Fix.

- “T say it is a piece of meanness ; they might just as
well pick Mr. Fogg’s pocket.”

“ That is just the very thing we want to do.”

“Then it is a conspiracy, is it?” exclaimed Passe-
partout, who was getting excited by the brandy which
he unconsciously had swallowed, “a regular con-
spiracy; and they call themselves gentlemen and
friends |”

Fix began to feel very puzzled.

“Friends !” exclaimed Passe-partout, “members of
the Reform Club, indeed! Do you know, Mr. Fix, that
my master is an honest man, and when he has made a
bet he wins it fairly ?”

“But can you guess who I am?” said Fix, looking
steadily at Passe-partout.

“An agent of the members of the club, whose
business it is to hinder my master ; and a dirty job it is,
too; so although I have found you out long ago, I did
not like to betray you to Mr. Fogg.”

“Then he knows nothing about it,” said Fix
quickly.

“ Nothing,” replied Passe-partout, emptying his glass
once more.

The detective passed his hand over his eyes and
considered what he was to do. Passe-partout appeared
sincere, and this rendered his plan all the more difficult ;

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he evidently was not his master’s accomplice. “ He will,
therefore, help me,” said Fix to himself.

There was no time to lose. At any risk Fogg must
be stopped at Hong Kong.

“ Listen,” said Fix, in a sharp tone; “I am not what
you think me.”

“ Bah !” said Passe-partout.

“T am a detective, sent out by the police authorities
in London.”

“You a detective ?”

“Ves, I can prove it. Here is my authority;” and
drawing a paper from his pocketbook, he exhibited his
instructions to the stupefied Passe-partout, who was
unable to utter a word.

“This wager of Mr. Fogg’s,” continued Fix, “is
merely to blindfold you and his colleagues at the Reform
Club. He had a motive in securing your unconscious
complicity.”

“ But why?” said Passe-partout.

“For this reason. On the 28th of last September,
the sum of fifty-five thousand pounds was stolen from
the Bank of England, by a person whose description is
fortunately known. ‘That description tallies exactly with
Mr. Fogg’s appearance.”

“ Absurd,” exclaimed Passe-partout, striking the table
with his fist; “my master is the most honest man in the
world.”

“What do you know about it?” replied Fix. “You
only entered his service on the day he left on a mad
excursion, without luggage, and carrying an immense
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sum in bank-notes ; and do you dare to maintain that he
is an honest man?”

“Ves, yes,” repeated the other mechanically.

“Do you wish to be arrested as an accomplice ?”

Passe-partout clutched his head with both hands;
he was stupefied. He did not dare to look at the
detective. Phileas Foggarobber! This brave, generous
man, the rescuer of Aouda, a thief? And yet circum-
stantial evidence was strong, Passe-partout did not
wish to believe it. He could not believe in his master’s
guilt.

“Well, then, what do you want me to do?” he said,
with an effort.

“ Look here,” said Fix: “I have tracked Mr. Fogg so
far, but as yet I have not received a warrant, which I
asked to be sent from London. You must help me to
keep your master in Hong Kong.”

“ But I 2

“Tf so, I will share with you the reward of two
thousand pounds promised by the bank.”

“Never !” replied Passe-partout, who attempted to
rise, but fell back utterly exhausted and stupefied.

“Mr. Fix,” he stammered, ‘even if you have told
the truth, supposing my master is the thief you are
searching for—which I deny—TI have been, I am
still in his service; he is kind and generous to me,
and I will never betray him for all the gold in the
world.”

“You 1efuse, then ?”

“ Absolutely.”


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“ Well, then,” said Fix, “forget all I have said. And
now let us have a drink.”

“Yes, let us have another glass.”

Passe-partout felt that the liquor was overcoming him
more and more. Fix having made up his mind that he
must be separated from his master at any price, deter-
mined to finish the matter. On the table were some
pipes of opium. Fix handed one of these to Passe-
partout, who took a few puffs and fell back perfectly
insensible.

“ At last,” muttered Fix, as Passe-partout collapsed.
“Mr, Fogg will not hear of the change of time for the
sailing of the Carnatic, and if so, he will have to go
without this infernal Frenchman.” -

Then paying the score, he quitted the tavern.

CHAPTER XX,
Showing how Fix and Fogg come face to face.

WHILE these events, which gravely compromised
Mr. Fogeg’s future, were passing, that gentleman and
Mrs. Aouda were walking through the town. Since she
had accepted Mr. Fogg’s escort to England, she wished
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to make some purchases for the voyage, for a lady
could not travel with a hand-bag, as a gentleman might
do. So she bought some necessary clothing, etc., and
Mr. Fogg overcame all her excuses with his characteristic
generosity.

“Tt is in my own interest,” he invariably replied ; “a
part of my programme.”

Having purchased what they required, they returned
to dinner at the hotel. Mrs. Aouda subsequently
retired to rest, leaving Mr. Fogg reading Zhe Zzmes and
Ltlustrated News.

Had Mr. Fogg been a man likely to be astonished at
anything, he would have been surprised at the absence
of his servant at bedtime; so believing that the steamer
did not start for Yokohama till the following morning,
he did not trouble himself; but Passe-partout did not
appear when Mr. Fogg rang for him next morning, and
then he learnt that his servant had not come in during
the night. Without a word Mr. Fogg packed his bag,
and sent to call Mrs. Aouda and for a palanquin. It
was eight o’clock, and the Carnatic was to sail at high-
water at half-past nine. Mr. Fogg and his companion
got into the palanquin and reached the quay. Then,
and not till then, they were informed that the Carnatic
had left the previous evening.

Mr. Fogg, who had made up his mind to find the
steamer and the servant both awaiting him, was obliged
to go without either. He showed no anxiety, merely
remarking to Mrs. Aouda, “An incident of travel,
madam, nothing more.”
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At this moment, a man who had been watching them
approached. It was Fix. He approached Mr. Fogg,
and said:

“Were you not one of the passengers on board the
Rangoon yesterday, as well as myself?”

“Ves, sir,” replied Mr. Fogg coldly; “but I have
not the honour—-—”

“Excuse me, but I expected to find your servant
here.” :

“Do you know where he is?” asked the young lady
quickly.

“What !” exclaimed Fix, in feigned surprise, “is he
‘not with you?”

“No,” replied Mrs. Aouda, “he has been absent
since yesterday. Perhaps he has sailed in the
Carnatic.” ,

“Without you, madam?” said the detective. “ You
will excuse my question, but you counted on leaving in
that steamer ?”

“Ves, sir.”

“So did I, madam ; and I am terribly disappointed.
The fact is, the Carnatic was ready for sea twelve hours
sooner than was expected, and now we shall have to
wait twelve days for another steamer.”

Fix was delighted as he said this. In eight days
the warrant would arrive. His chances were good. But
his disgust may be guessed when he heard Fogg say, in
his usual calm tone, “I suppose there are other ships
besides the Carnatic in Hong Kong harbour ;” and
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offering his arm to Mrs. Aouda, he turned away towards
the docks.

Fix followed him in a dogged sort of manner. He
appeared to be attached to Fogg by some invisible
cord. But fortune had evidently abandoned Phileas
Fogg. For three mortal hours he wandered about the
docks, endeavouring to charter a vessel to take him to
Yokohama; but all the ships were either loading or un-
loading, and could not go. The detective’s spirits rose
again.

But Mr. Fogg was not discouraged. He made up
his mind to continue his search; even if he had to
cross to Macao. At length he was accosted by a
sailor.

* Ts your honour looking for a boat?” ,

“ Have you a boat ready to sail?” asked Mr. Fogg.

“T have. A pilot-boat, No. 43; the best in the
harbour.”

‘Can she sail fast ?”

“She can make eight or nine knots an hour, or more.
Would you like to see her ?”

“c Yes.”

“You will be pleased, I am sure. Is it for a trip
that you require her ?”

“ Somewhat more than that; for a voyage.”

* A voyage P”

“TJ want you to take me to Yokohama.”

The sailor folded his arms and looked steadily at
Mr. Fogg. ‘Is your honour serious ?” he said.
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“Yes. I have lost the Carnatic, and I must be at
Yokohama on the 14th, at latest, to catch the steamer
for San Francisco.”

“‘T am very sorry,” replied the pilot, “but it is im-
possible.”

“TI will give you a hundred pounds a day and
a bonus of two hundred pounds, if you arrive in
time.”

“ Are you in earnest ?” asked the pilot.

“Very much so,” replied Mr. Fogg.

The pilot took a turn up and down the wharf; he
looked out to sea, and was evidently struggling between
his wish to get the money and his fear of venturing so
far. Fix, all this time, was on tenter-hooks.

Mr. Fogg turned to Mrs. Aouda, and asked her if
she were afraid.

“Not with you, Mr. Fogg,” replied the young lady.

Just then the pilot returned, twirling his hat in his
hands.

“Well, pilot?” said Mr. Fogg.

“Well, your honour,” replied the pilot ; “I cannot
risk my life, or my men, or even you in such a voyage,
in so small a ship, at this time of year. Besides, we
could not get to Yokohoma in time. It is one thousand
six hundred and fifty miles away.”

“ Only one thousand six hundred,” said Mr. Fogg.

‘Oh, it is all the same.” Fix breathed again. “ But,”
continued the pilot, “we might manage it in another
way.”

Fix scarcely dared to breathe:
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“ How do you mean?” asked Fogg.

“By going to Nagasaki, which is only eleven
hundred miles, or to Shanghai, which is eight hundred.
In the latter case we shall be able to keep close in-
shore, and have advantage of the current.”

“But,” replied Fogg, “I must take the American
mail steamer at Yokohama, and not at Shanghai or
Nagasaki.” _

“Well, why not?” replied the pilot. “The Saz
Francisco does not start from Yokohama; it starts
from Shanghai, and only calls at Yokohama and
Nagasaki.”

“Are you quite sure of that ?”

“ Certain.”

“ And when does she leave Shanghai?”

“On the rrth, at seven o’clock in the evening. So
we have four days, which are ninety-six hours; and at
the rate of eight knots an hour, if the wind hold, we
shall be able to reach Shanghai in time.”

“And when will you be able to start ?”

“In an hour. I only want to buy some provisions
and bend the sails.”

“Well, it is a bargain. Are you the owner?”

“Yes; my name is John Bunsby, owner of the
Lankadere.”

** Would you like something on account ?”

“ If convenient to your honour.”

“Here are two hundred pounds. Sir,” continued
Fogg, turning to Fix, “if you would like to me ad-
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“Thank you, sir,” replied Fix. “I was about to
beg the favour of you.”

“Well, then, we shall be ready in half an
hour.”

“But what shall we do about the servant?” said
Mrs. Aouda, who was much distressed at Passe-partout’s
absence.

“T will do all I can for him,” replied Fogg; and while
they directed their steps towards the police-office, Fix
went on board the pilot-boat. Phileas left the description
of his servant with the police, and a sum of money to
be spent in seeking him. The same formality was gone
through at the French Consulate; and then procuring
“their luggage, which had been sent back to the hotel,
they went down to the wharf.

Three o’clock struck; the pilot-boat No. 43 was
ready to start. She was a pretty little schooner, about
twenty tons, built for speed, like a racing-yacht. She
was as bright and clean as possible, and Bunsby evidently
took a pride in his little craft. Her masts raked rather.
She carried foresail and the usual sails-‘for a ship of her
tonnage. She could evidently make good way, as indeed
she had proved by winning several prizes.

The crew consisted of the owner and four other men,
all well acquainted with the neighbouring seas, which
they scoured in search of ships wanting pilots. John
Bunsby was a man of about five-and-forty, vigorous and
full of decision and energy, calculated to reassure the
most nervous passengers.

Phileas Fogg and Mrs, Aouda went on board, where
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they found Fix already installed. The accommodation
was not extensive, but everything was clean and neat.

“‘T am sorry I have nothing better to offer you,” said
Mr. Fogg to Fix. The latter bowed without replying,
for he felt somewhat humiliated in accepting Mr. Fogg’s
kindness under the circumstances. ,

“ At any rate,” he thought, “if he is a rascal he is a
very polite one.”

At ten minutes past three the sails were hoisted, the
English flag was run up to the peak ; the passengers took
a last look at the quays in the hope of descrying Passe-
partout, but they were disappointed. Fix was somewhat
afraid that some chance might bring the lad whom he
had treated so badly in that direction, and then an
explanation would surely have ensued of a nature by no
means satisfactory to the detective. But the Frenchman
did not turn up, and no doubt he was still under the
influence of the opium.

So John Bunsby stood out to sea, and the Zankadere,

with the wind on the quarter, went bounding briskly over
the waves.
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CHAPTER XXI.

Showing how the Owner of the Zankadere nearly lost the Bonus of
Two Hundred Pounds,

THIS voyage of eight hundred miles was one of great
risk at that season of the year in those seas, which are
usually very rough, particularly during the equinoxes,
and it was then the beginning of November.

It would have been very much to the advantage of
the owner of the Zankadere to have gone on to Yoko-
hama, as he was paid so much a day, but such a voyage
would have been extremely rash. It was a risk to
go to Shanghai; still, John Bunsby had confidence in
his ship, which sailed like a bird, and perhaps he was
right.

“There is no need for me to urge you to speed,”
said Fogg to Bunsby, when they had got out to sea.

“Your honour may depend upon me,” replied Bunsby;
I will do all I can.”

‘Well, it is your business and not mine, pilot, and I
trust you thoroughly.”

Phileas Fogg, standing upright, with his legs stretched
apart, was as steady as a sailor as he gazed over the
foaming sea. Mrs. Aouda, seated aft, was somewhat
nervous as she contemplated the ocean. The sails
bellied out overhead like great wings, and the schooner
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ran before the wind ata great pace. Night fell. The
moon was only in the first quarter, and her light would
soon be quenched beneath the horizon. Clouds were
rising in the east, and already banking up.

-The pilot hung out the vessel’s lights, an indis-
pensable proceeding, for collisions were by no means
unfrequent, and any such occurrence, at the speed
they were now going, would shatter the gallant little
craft to pieces.

Fix, seated up in the bows, held himself aloof, as he
knew Fogg was not much of a talker ; besides, he did not
quite like to enter into conversation with this man whose
good offices he had accepted. He thought of the
future, for it now seemed certain that Fogg would not
stop at Yokohama, but would immediately take the
steamer for San Francisco, so as to reach America, wheie
he would be safe. Fogg’s plan seemed to the detective
to be very simple.

Instead of embarking in England for the United
States, like a common swindler, Fogg had made a tour
three-parts round the globe, so as to gain the American
continent more safely ; and once there, he could enjoy
himself comfortably with his spoil. But what could Fix
do in the United States? Should he give up the man?
No, certainly not; and until he had obtained an act of
extradition, he would not lose sight of him. This was
his duty, and he would carry it out to the bitter end.
There was one thing, at any rate, to be thankful for,
Passe-partout was not now with his master; and after
Fix’s confidence imparted to him, it was very important
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that the servant should not see his master again in a
hurry.

Phileas Fogg was himself thinking about his servant,
who had so curiously disappeared. But after considera-
tion of the circumstances, it did not appear improbable
that the young man had gone on board the Carnatic at
the last moment. This was also Mrs. Aouda’s opinion,
for she deeply regretted the worthy fellow’s absence, as
she was so deeply indebted to him. They might, there-
fore, find him at Yokohama, and if he were on the
Carnatic, it would be easy to ascertain the fact.

About ten o’clock the breeze began to freshen, and
though it might have been prudent to take in a reef
or two, the pilot, after taking an observation, let the
sails stand, for the Zankadere carried her canvas well;
but everything was prepared to furl the sails in case of
necessity.

At midnight, Phileas Fogg and Mrs. Aouda went
below. Fix had already turned in, but the owner and
his crew remained on deck all night.

By sunrise next morning the schooner had made a
hundred miles. The log showed they were going about
eight or nine knots an hour. They were still carrying
on, and, if the wind held, the chances were in their
favour. The vessel made her way along the coast all
that day. The sea was not so rough, as the wind blew
off-shore, which was a very fortunate circumstance for
such a small vessel.

About noon the breeze fell a little, and shifted to the
south-east. The owner spread his topsails, but furled
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them again, as the breeze showed signs of freshening
once more.

Mr. Fogg and Mrs. Aouda did not suffer from sea-
sickness, and ate with a good appetite, and Fix, invited
to partake of the meal, was obliged to accept very
unwillingly. He did not like to travel and eat at the
expense of the man he was tracking ; but yet he was
obliged to eat, and so he ate.

After dinner he found an opportunity to speak to
Mr. Fogg privately. “Sir,” he said—this term scorched
his lips, so to speak, and he had to control himself; his
impulse was to arrest this “ gentleman ”—“ sir,” said he,
“it is very good of you to give me a passage; but
although I cannot spend money as freely as you do, I
shall be happy to pay my expenses.”

“You need not say anything about that,” replied
Mr. Fogg.

“ But if I insist upon it ?”

“No, sit,” replied Fogg, in a tone which admitted
of no discussion, “this is included in my general
expenses.”

Fix bowed, he felt half stifled; and going forward, he
sat down and did not speak for the whole day.

Meantime they were making good progress. John
Bunsby was in hopes of succeeding, and frequently said
to Mr. Fogg that ‘they would be in time 3” to which
Fogg merely replied that “he counted upon it.” The
crew, also inspired by the hope of reward, worked hard.
Not a sheet required bracing, not’a sail that was not well
hoisted, not one unnecessary lurch could be attributed to
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the steersman. They could not have worked the schooner
better if they had been sailing a match in the Royal
Yacht Club Regatta.

By the evening the log showed that they fad run two
hundred and twenty miles, and Mr. Fogg hoped that
when he arrived at Yokohama he would not have to
record any delay in his journal. If so, the only check
he had met with since he left London would not affect
his journey.

Towards morning the Zankadere entered the Straits
of Fo-kien, which separate Formosa from the Chinese
coasts. The sea was very rough, and it was difficult
to stand on deck. At daybreak the wind freshened
still more, and there was every appearance of a storm.
The mercury rose and fell at intervals. In the south-
east the sea rose in a long swell, which betokened a
tempest.

The pilot studied the aspect of the heavens for a
long time, and at last said to Mr. Fogg:

‘“‘T suppose I may tell your honour what I think ?”

' “OF course,” replied Fogg.

“Well, then, we are going to have a storm.”

“From the north or south?” asked Mr. Fogg
calmly.

‘‘From the south. A typhoon is approaching.”

“T am glad it is coming from the south, it will help
us on.”

“Oh, if you look on it in that light,” said Bunsby,
‘“‘T have no more to say.”

The presentiments of Bunsby were fulfilled. During
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the summer the typhoon would have been probably
dissipated in an electric cascade, but in the winter it
would probably have its course. So the pilot took his
precautions. He took in his sails and set merely the
storm-jib, and waited.

The pilot begged his passengers to go below, but in
such a narrow and confined space the imprisonment
was far from agreeable, so none of them would quit the
deck.

About eight o’clock the hurricane, with torrents of
rain, burst upon them. With nothing but the small jib,
the Zankadere was almost lifted out of the water by the
tempest. She darted through the sea like a locomotive
at full-speed.

All that day the vessel was hurried towards the north,
borne on the top of the monstrous waves. Time after
time she was almost engulfed, but the careful steering
of the pilot saved her. The passengers were drenched
with spray, but took it philosophically. Fix grumbled,
no doubt ; but the brave Aouda regarded her companion
and admired his coolness, while she endeavoured to
imitate it. As for Phileas Fogg, he took it as a matter of
course.

Hitherto the Zuwkadere had been sailing northwards,
but towards evening, as the pilot had feared, the wind
veered round to the north-west. The schooner plunged
terribly in the trough of the sea, and it was fortunate she
was so solidly built. The tempest increased if possible
at night, and John Bunsby began to feel anxious; he
consulted his crew as to what they should do.

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He then came to Mr. Fogg, and said, “I think we
should make for one of the ports hereabouts.”

“So do I,” replied Fogg.

“Yes,” said the pilot ; “but which ?”

“T only know of one,” said Fogg quietly.

And that is——?”

6 Shanghai.”

This reply took the pilot aback rather at first ; but
recognising Mr, Fogg’s firmness, he said: “Yes, your
honour is right, Shanghai be it.”

So they kept their course.

The night was fearful; it seemed a miracle that the
little vessel did not founder. Twice she was caught in
the trough of the sea, and would have gone down, but
that everything was let fly. Mrs, Aouda was knocked
about, and more than once Mr. Fogg rushed to her
assistance, though she made no complaint.

At daybreak the storm was still raging, but suddenly
the wind backed to the south-east. This was a change
for the better, and the Zankadere again proceeded on her
course, though the cross-sea gave her some tremendous
blows, sufficient to have crushed a less solid craft. The
coast was occasionally visible through the mist, but not
a sail was in sight.

At noon the weather cleared a little, the gale had
blown itself out, and the travellers were enabled to take
some rest. The night was comparatively quiet, and the
pilot was induced to set a little more sail, and at day-
break next morning John Bunsby was able to declare
that they were less than a hundred miles from Shanghai.
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A hundred miles, and only one day to accomplish
the distance. On that evening they ought to be at
Shanghai if they wished to catch the steamer for Yoko-
hama ; but for the storm, which had delayed them several
hours, they would then have been within thirty miles
of their destination. .

The breeze continued to fall, and the sea went down.
All canvas was spread, and at twelve o’clock the
Tankadere was only forty-five miles from Shanghai. Six
hours still remained, and all were afraid they could not
do it. Everyone on board, except Phileas Fogg no
doubt, felt the keenest anxiety. They must maintain a
speed of nine knots an hour, and the wind was falling
rapidly, and coming in puffs.

Nevertheless, the schooner was so light and carried
such a spread of canvas, besides being aided by
the shore currents, that at six o’clock Bunsby reckoned
they were only ten miles from the Shanghai river.
The town itself was situate about twelve miles higher
up.

At seven o’clock they were still three miles from
Shanghai. The pilot swore a formidable oath as he
perceived the bonus of two hundred pounds slipping
away from him. He looked at Mr. Fogg; Mr. Fogg
was impassible, although his whole fortune was in the
balance.

At this moment a long black funnel, from which a
thick train of smoke was issuing, appeared. This was
the American steamer leaving Shanghai at the proper
time.

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“Confound it!” cried Bunsby, as he kept the schooner
away a point.

“Signal her,” said Foge quietly.

There was a small brass cannon on the forecastle,
which was used during fogs.

This piece was charged to the muzzle, but just as the
pilot was going to fire, Phileas said:

“ Hoist your flag.”

The ensign was run up halfmast. This was a signal
of distress, and they hoped that the steamer would see it
and heave-to to assist them.

“Fire !” exclaimed Mr. Fogg.

And the report of the little cannon immediately
boomed over the sea,

CHAPTER XXII

Showing how Passe-partout finds out that, even at the Antipodes, it
is prudent to have Money in his Pocket.

THE Carnatic, bound for Japan, left Hong Kong on the
7th of November. Two cabins were unoccupied—they
had been engaged by Mr. Phileas Fogg. The following
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morning the sailors were astonished to perceive a
dishevelled, half-stupefied figure emerge from the fore-
cabin and sit down on deck.

This passenger was Passe-partout, and this is what
had happened :

Soon after Fix had left the opium-tavern, two waiters
had laid Passe-partout upon the couch reserved for
smokers; three hours later Passe-partout, haunted by
one idea, woke up and struggled against the stupefying
influence of the drug. The thought of his unfulfilled
duties assisted him to shake off his torpor. He left the
den of drunkenness, and guiding himself by the walls, he
staggered on, crying out, as ina dream: “The Carnatic,
the Carnatic !”

The ‘steamer was alongside the wharf, ready to start.
Passe-partout had but a few paces to traverse; he
rushed across the gangway, and fell senseless on the
deck just as the paddles began to revolve. The sailors,
accustomed to this sort of thing, took him down to the
fore-cabin, and when he awoke he was fifty miles from
Hong Kong.

This is how he found himself on board the Carnatzt,
inhaling the sea-air, which sobered him by degrees.
He began to collect his thoughts, which was no easy
matter, but at length he was able to recall the occurrences
of the day before—Fix’s confidence and the opium-
smoking, etc.

“The fact is,” he thought, ‘I have been very tipsy.
What will Mr. Fogg say? At any rate, I have. not
missed the steamer, and that is the principal thing ;”
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then he thought of Fix. “As for him,” he muttered, “I
trust he has not dared to follow us on board this ship, as
he said. A detective tracking my master, and accusing
him of robbing the Bank of England! Bosh! he is no
more a robber than I am an assassin.”

Now, was he to tell all this to his master? Would
it not be better to wait till they all reached London, and
when the detective had followed them all round the
world, to have a good laugh at him? This was a point
to be considered. The first thing was to find Mr. Fogg
and ask his pardon.

Passe-partout accordingly got up ; the sea was rough,
and the ship rolled considerably. It was with some
difficulty he reached the quarterdeck, but could not
see anyone at all like his master or Mrs. Aouda.

“ All right,” he thought, “the lady is not up yet, and
Mr. Fogg is probably playing whist as usual.”

Passe-partout accordingly went down to the saloon.
Mr. Fogg was not there. All he could do now was to
ask the purser for his master’s cabin. ‘That individual
replied that he knew no passenger by the name of
Fogg.

‘“‘ Excuse me,” said Passe-partout, ‘he is a tall, cool,
quiet-looking gentleman, and is accompanied by a young
lady.”

“ There is no young lady on board,” said the purser.
“ However, here is the passenger-list, and you can see
for yourself.”

Passe-partout did so. His master’s name was not
entered.
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Suddenly an idea occurred to him, and he said:
“Am I on the Carnatzc ?”

“Ves,” replied the purser.

“On the way to Hong Kong ?”

“Ves, decidedly.”

Passe-partout for the moment was afraid he had got
on the wrong ship, but if he was on the Carnatic it was
evident his master was not.

Passe-partout fell back on a chair. He was thunder-
struck. All at once the light broke in upon his mind ;
he remembered that the hour of the ship sailing had
been altered, that he ought to have told his master, and
he had not done so. It was therefore his fault that:
they had missed the vessel.

His fault no doubt, but still more the fault of that
traitor who had endeavoured to keep his master at Hong
Kong, and had made him (Passe-partout) tipsy. He
saw it all now. His master was ruined, arrested, and
imprisoned perhaps. Passe-partout was furious. Ah, if
Fix ever came within his reach, what a settling of
accounts there would be!

Passe-partout by degrees recovered his composure,
and began to look things in the face. He was on his
route to Japan, at any rate, but he had no money in his
pocket, and this was not a pleasant reflection. He
literally did not possess a penny. Fortunately his.
passage had been paid, so he had five or six days to
make up his mind, He ate accordingly for the whole
party, and as if there was nothing to be got to eat when
he reached Japan. i
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The Carnatic entered the harbour of Yokohama on
the morning tide of the 13th, and came alongside the
quay, near the Custom House, amidst a crowd of ships
of every nationality.

Passe-partout went on shore to this curious land
without any enthusiasm; he had nothing to do but to
wander aimlessly through the streets. He first found
himself in a thoroughly European quarter of the town,
with houses ornamented with verandahs and elegant
peristyles. This portion of the town occupied all the
space between the promontory of the Treaty and the river,
and included docks and warehouses, with many streets
and squares. Here, as at Hong Kong and Calcutta,
were a crowd of Americans, English, Chinese, and Dutch
merchants ready to buy or sell almost anything, and
Passe-partout felt as strange amongst them asa Hottentot
might have done.

He had one resource at any rate, he could apply
to the French or English consuls; but he shrank
from telling his adventures, which were so intimately
connected with his master. So before doing so,
he thought he would try every other chance for a
livelihood.

After traversing the European quarter, he entered the
Japanese district, and made up his mind to push on to
Yeddo if necessary.

The native quarter of Yokohama is called Benter,
after the sea-goddess worshipped on the neighbouring
islands, Here he noticed beautiful groves of fir and
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cedar ; sacred gates of peculiar construction; bridges,
enclosed by bamboos and reeds; and temples, sur-
rounded by immense and melancholy-looking cedars,
wherein Buddhist priests and votaries of Confucius
resided. There were long streets with crowds of infants,
who looked as if they were cut out of Japanese screens,
and who were playing with bandy-legged poodles, and
with yellow cats without tails, of a very lazy and very
affectionate disposition.

The streets were crowded with people passing and
repassing : priests, policemen, custom-house officers, and
soldiers—the Mikado’s guard, in silken doublets and
coats of mail, as well as other soldiers of all descriptions ;
for in Japan the army is as much regarded as it is
despised in China. There were friars, pilgrims with long
robes, and civilians with long black hair, large heads,
long waists, thin legs, and short of stature ; with com-
plexions, some copper-colour, some pale, but never
yellow like the Chinese, from whom the Japanese differ
essentially. Amongst the carriages, the palanquins,
the barrows with sails, bamboo litters, he noticed many
very pretty women moving about with tiny steps, on tiny
feet, and shod with canvas shoes, with straw sandals and
wooden clogs. They appeared to have small eyes, flat
chests, black teeth, according to fashion; but wearing
gracefully the national robe called “kirimon,” a sort of
dressing-gown, crossed with a silk scarf and tied behind
in a large knot, a mode which Parisian ladies have bor-
towed from the Japanese.
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Passe-partout wandered about in the crowd for some
hours, looking at the shops, at the glittering jewellers’
establishments; the restaurants, which he could not
enter ; the tea-houses, where they drank “ saki,” a liquor
made from the fermentation of rice; and comfortable-
looking tobacco-shops, where they smoked, not opium,
which is almost unknown in Japan, but a fine tobacco.
Thence he went on into the fields amongst the rice-
plantations ; there were flowers of all sorts, giving forth
their last perfumes—beautiful camellias, not on bushes,
but on trees ; and bamboo enclosures, with cherry, plum,
and apple trees, which the natives cultivate rather for
their blossom than their fruit. On almost every cedar-
tree an eagle was perched, and on the willows were
melancholy herons, standing on one leg; and crows,
ducks, hawks, wild geese, and a quantity of cranes,
which are looked upon as sacred by the Japanese, as
conferring upon them long life and happiness.

As he wandered on, Passe-partout noted some violets
amid the grass. “Good,” he said, “here is my supper ;”
but he found they were scentless.

“No chance there,” he thought.

Certainly, as a precaution, he had taken care to have
a good meal before he left the Carnatic; but after walk-
ing a whole day, he felt somewhat hungry. He had
already remarked that the butchers’ shops displayed
neither mutton, pork, nor kids; and as he knew that it
was forbidden to kill oxen, which are reserved for farm-
ing, he concluded that meat was scarce in Japan. He
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was not mistaken, but he could have put up with wild
boar even, partridges, quails, fish, or fowl, which the
Japanese eat almost exclusively with rice. However,
he kept his spirits up, and looked forward to a meal
next day.

Night fell, and Passe-partout re-entered the native
quarter, where he wandered through the streets in the
midst of coloured lanterns, looking on at the conjurers,
and at the astrologers, who had collected a crowd round
their telescopes. Then he wandered back to the harbour,
lighted up by the fishermen’s torches.

At length the streets began to get empty, and to the
crowd succeeded the patrols. These officers, in their
splendid uniforms and followed by their attendants,
looked like ambassadors; and every time Passe-partout
met one of these parties, he said to himself:

“Good, good; another Japanese embassy going to
Europe,”
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CHAPTER XXIII.
In which Passe-partout’s Nose gets immeasurably long.

NEXT morning, Passe-partout, very tired and very hungry,
began to think that he ought to eat something, and the
sooner the better. He still had his watch, which he
could sell, but he would rather die of hunger than do
that ; so now or never, he must make use of his powerful,
if not melodious, voice, with which nature had endowed
him. He knew several French and English songs, and
resolved to make the attempt. The Japanese were no
doubt fond of music, since they were always beating
cymbals, tomtoms, and drums, and they would no doubt
appreciate European talent.

But perhaps it was somewhat early to start a concert,
and the dlettanti, awakened inopportunely, would not,
perhaps, pay him in current coin of the realm. So
Passe-partout decided to wait ; and meantime it occurred
to him that he might as well change his clothes for
some more in keeping with his present position, and
afterwards he might be able to purchase something to
eat.

He immediately set about to carry out the idea, and
after a long search he discovered a dealer in old clothes,
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with whom he made an exchange, and left the shop
dressed in a Japanese robe and discoloured turban; but
he had some money in his pocket also.

“ All right,” he thought ; “I must only fancy myself
at a carnival.”

Passe-partout’s first care was to enter a quiet-looking
tea-house, and then, with a portion of fowl and some
rice, he breakfasted like a man who had not yet solved
the problem as to where dinner was to come from,

“Now,” he thought, after a hearty meal, “I must
consider what I am about. All I can do now is to sell
this dress for another still more Japanesey. I must think
of some means of quitting this Country of the Sun as
quickly as possible, and I shall not bey a very pleasant
recollection of it.”

He accordingly went to look at the steamers about
to sail to America, for he intended to offer himself as a
cook or steward, in exchange for his passage and food.
Once at San Francisco he would manage to get on.
The important thing was to cross the ocean. He was
not the man to think about a thing very long, so he
went at once to the docks; but his project, which had
appeared so simple in idea, was not so easy to execute.
What need was there for a cook or steward on board an
American mail-boat? And how could they trust him in
his present costume? What reference or recommenda-
tion could he offer ?

As he was turning these questions over in his mind
his gaze fell upon a placard, which a circus clown was
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carrying through the streets. The notice was in English,
and read as follows :

THE

HONOURABLE WILLIAM BATULCAR’S ‘TROUPE
OF

JAPANESE ACROBATS.

POSITIVELY THE LAST REPRESENTATIONS, PRIOR TO THEIR
DEPARTURE FOR AMERICA,
OF THE

LONG-NOSES-LONG-NOSES.
Onder the Special Patronage of the God Tingou.

GREAT ATTRACTION !

‘The United States of America !” exclaimed Passe-
partout ; “ that suits me all round.”

He followed the “sandwich-man,” and was soon in
the Japanese quarter once again. In about a quarter
of an hour they stopped before a large hut, adorned
with flags, upon which a troupe of jugglers were depicted,
without any attempt at perspective.

This was the establishment of the Honourable
Mr. Batulcar, a sort of Barnum, a director of a troupe
of acrobats and jugglers, who were giving their last
representations, prior to their departure to the United
States. Passe-partout entered and asked for the pro-
prietor. Mr, Batulcar appeared in person,
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“What do you want?” he said to Passe-partout, whom
he took for a native.

“ Do you need a servant, sir?” asked Passe-partout.

“ A servant!” echoed the Barnum, as he stroked
his beard; “I have two, obedient and faithful, who have
never left me, and serve me for nothing but nourish-
ment; and here they are,” he added, as he extended his
brawny arms, on which the great veins stood out like
whipcord.

“So I can be of no use to you, then P”

“Not the least.”

“The devil! It would have been very convenient
if I could have sailed with you.”

“ Ah, yes,” said the Honourable Batulcar; “you are
just about as much a Japanese as I.am a baboon, I
guess. What are you dressed up like that for ?”

“ One is obliged to dress as one can.”

“That's a fact. You are a Frenchman, ain’t
you?”

“Ves; a Parisian.”

“Then I suppose you know how to make grimaces?”

“Well,” replied Passe-partout, somewhat vexed that
his nationality should provoke such a question. “It is
true that we Frenchmen do know how to make grimaces,
but no better than Americans.”

“That's so, Well, if I cannot take you as a servant
I can engage you as a clown. You see, my lad, this is
how it is: in France they exhibit foreign clowns, and in
foreign countries French clowns,” ,
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“T see.”

“You are pretty strong, I suppose ?”

“ More particularly when I get up after dinner.”

“ And you know how to sing ?”

“Yes,” replied Passe-partout, who at one time had
sung in the street concerts.

“ But can you sing standing on your head with a top
spinning on the sole of your left foot, and a sword
balanced on your right foot?” :

“Something of that sort,” replied Passe-partout, who
recalled the acrobatic performances of his youth.

“Well, that is the whole business,” replied the
Honourable Mr. Batulcar. .

And the engagement was ratified there and then.

At length Passe-partout had found something to do.
He was engaged to make one of a celebrated Japanese
troupe. This was-not a high position, but in eight days
he would be on his way to San Francisco.

The performance was advertised to commence at
three o’clock, and although Passe-partout had not re-
hearsed the “business,” he was obliged to form one of
the human pyramid composed of the “‘Long-Noses of the
God Tingou.” ‘This was the great attraction, and was to
close the performance.

The house was crowded before three o’clock by
people of all races, ages, and sexes. ‘The musicians took
up their positions, and performed vigorously on their
noisy instruments.

The performance was very much the same as all
acrobatic displays ; but it must be stated that the Japanese
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are the cleverest acrobats in the world. One of them,
with a fan and a few bits of paper, did the butterfly and
flower trick ; another traced in the air with the smoke
of his pipe a compliment to the audience; another
juggled with some lighted candles which he extinguished
successively as they passed his mouth, and which he relit
one after the other without for a moment ceasing his
sleight-of-hand performances ; another produced a series
of spinning-tops which, in his hands, played all kinds of
pranks as they whirled round—they ran along the stems
of pipes, on the edges of swords, upon wires, and even on
hairs stretched across the stage; they spun round crystal
goblets, crossed bamboo ladders, ran into all the corners
of the stage, and made strange music, combining various
tones, as they revolved. The jugglers threw them
up in the air, knocked them from one to the other like
shuttlecocks, put them into their pockets and took
them out again, and all the time they never ceased to
spin.

But after all the principal attraction was the per-
formance of the ‘“ Long-Noses,” which has never been
seen in Europe.

These “‘ Long-Noses” were the select company under
the immediate patronage of the god Tingou. Dressed
in a costume of the Middle Ages, each individual wore a
pair of wings ; but they were specially distinguished by
the inordinate length of their noses and the uses they
made of them. These noses were simply bamboos from
five to ten feet long, some straight, some curved, some
ribbed, and some with warts painted on them. On these

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noses, which were firmly fixed on their natural ones,
they performed their acrobatic feats. A dozen of these
artists lay upon their backs, while their comrades, dressed
to represent lightning-conductors, leaped from one to the
other of their friends’ noses, performing the most skilful
somersaults.

The whole was to conclude with the “ Pyramid,” as had
been announced, in which fifty “ Long-Noses ” were to re-
present the “ Car of Juggernaut.” But instead of forming
the pyramid on each other’s shoulders, these artistes
motinted on each other’s noses. Now one of them, who
used to act as the base of the car, had left the troupe, and
as only strength and adroitness were necessary for the
position, Passe-partout had been selected to fill it on
this occasion.

That worthy fellow felt very melancholy when he
had donned his costume,-adorned with parti-coloured
wings, and had fixed his six-foot nose to his face; but,
at any rate, the nose would procure him something
to eat, and he made up his mind to do what he had
to do.

He went on the stage and joined his colleagues ;
they all lay down on their backs, and then another party
placed themselves on the long noses of the first, another
tier of performers climbed up on them, then a third and
a fourth; and upon the noses a human monument was
raised almost to the flies.

Then the applause rose loud and long. The or-
chestra played a deafening tune, when suddenly the
pyramid shook, one of the noses at the base fell out,
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and the whole pyramid collapsed like a house of
cards |

It was all owing to Passe-partout. Clearing himself
from the scramble, and leaping over the footlights,
without the aid of his wings, he scaled the gallery, and
fell at the feet of one of the spectators, crying out, as he
did so, “ Oh my master, my master !”

“You |”

SVessitiis Ee?

“Well then, under those circumstances you had
better go on board the steamer.”

So Mr. Fogg, Aouda, who accompanied him, and
Passe-partout hastened out of the theatre. At the door
they met the Honourable Mr. Batulcar, who was furious,
and demanded damages for the breaking of the
“Pyramid.” Mr. Fogg quickly appeased him by handing
him a roll of notes.

At half-past six, the appointed hour for the sailing of
the vessel, Mr. Fogg, Mrs. Aouda, and Passe-partout,
who still wore his wings and long nose, stepped upon
the deck of the American mail-steamer.
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CHAPTER XXIV.

In which the Pacific Ocean is crossed.

THE reader will easily guess what happened at Shanghai.
The signals made by the Zauxkadere were perceived by
the mail-steamer, and soon afterwards, Phileas Fogg
having paid the price agreed upon, as well as a bonus of
five hundred and fifty pounds, he and his party were
soon on board the steamer.

They reached Yokohama on the 14th, and Phileas
Fogg, leaving Fix to his own devices, went on board the
Carnatic, where he heard, to Aouda’s great delight, and
probably to his own though he did not betray it, that a
Frenchman named Passe-partout had arrived in her the
day before.

Mr. Fogg, who was obliged to leave for San Francisco
that very evening, immediately set about searching for
his servant. To no purpose was it that he inquired at
the Consulate or walked about the streets, and he gave
up the search. Was it by chance or presentiment that
he visited Mr. Batulcar’s entertainment? He would
not certainly have recognised his servant in his eccentric
dress, but Passe-partout had spied his master out. He
could not restrain a movement of the nose, and so the
collapse had occurred.

All this Passe-partout learnt from Mrs, Aouda, who
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also told him how they had come from Hong Kong with
a certain Mr. Fix.

Passe-partout did not even wink at the name of Fix,
for he thought the moment had not yet come to tell
his master what had passed; so in his recital of his
own adventures, he merely said that he had been over-
taken by opium.

Mr. Fogg listened coldly to his excuses, and then
lent him money sufficient to obtain proper clothes. In
about an hour he had got rid of his nose and wings, and
was once more himself again.

The steamer in which they were crossing was called
the General Grant, and belonged to the Pacific Mail
Company. She was a paddle-steamer of two thousand
five hundred tons, had three masts, and at twelve
knots an hour would not take more than twenty-one
days to cross the ocean; so Phileas Fogg was justified
in thinking that he would reach San Francisco on
the 2nd of December, New York on the 11th, and
London on the 2oth, so gaining several hours on the
fatal 21st.

Nothing of any consequence occurred on the voyage.
The Pacific fully bore out its name, and was as calm as
Mr. Fogg himself. Mrs. Aouda felt more and more
attached to this taciturn man by even stronger ties than
gratitude. She was more deeply impressed than she
was aware of, and almost unconsciously gave herself up
to emotion, which, however, did not appear to have any
effect upon Mr. Fogg. Besides, she took the greatest
interest in his projects—anything that threatened to
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interfere with his plans disquieted her extremely. She
frequently consulted with Passe-partout, and he, guessing
how deeply she was interested, praised his master all
day long. He calmed her apprehensions, insisted that
the most difficult part of the journey had been accom-
plished, that they would be soon in civilised countries,
and the railway to New York and the transatlantic
steamer to Liverpool would bring them home within
their time.

Nine days after leaving Yokohama, Mr. Fogg had
traversed just exactly one half of the globe. On the
23rd of November this General Grant passed the
180th meridian, the antipodes of London. Of the eighty
days he had had, he had, it is true, spent fifty-two, and
only twenty-eight remained; but it must be remarked
that if he had only gone halfway, according to the
difference of meridians, he had really accomplished two-
thirds of his journey. He had been obliged to make
long detours; but had he followed the soth parallel,
which is that of London, the distance would only have
been twelve thousand miles, whereas by the caprices of
locomotion he had actually been obliged to travel
twenty-six thousand miles, of which he had now finished
seventeen thousand five hundred. But now it was all
plain sailing, and Fix was not there to interfere with
him.

It also happened on that day that Passe-partout made
a great discovery. It may be remembered that he had
insisted on keeping London time with his famous family
watch, and despised all other timekeepers on the journey.
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Now on this day, although he had not touched it, his
watch agreed exactly with the ship’s chronometer. His
triumph was complete, and he almost wished Fix had
been there that he might crow over him.

“What a lot of falsehoods the fellow told me about
the meridians, the sun, and the moon. Nice sort of
time we should keep if we listened to such as he. I was
quite sure that the sun would regulate itself by my watch
one of these days.”

Passe-partout did not know that if his watch had been
divided into the twenty-four hours like Italian clocks,
the hands would now show that it was nine o’clock in
the evening instead of nine o’clock in the morning—that
is to say, the one-and-twentieth hour after midnight,
which is the difference between London time and that at
the 180th meridian. But this Passe-partout would not
have acknowledged even if he understood it, and, in any
case, if the detective had been on board, Passe-partout
would have argued with him on any subject.

Now, where was Fix at that moment?

Fix was actually on board the General Grant.

In fact, when he reached Yokohama, the detective
immediately went to the English Consulate, where he
found the warrant which had come by the Carnatic, on
which steamer they thought he himself had arrived. His
disappointment may be guessed, for the warrant was now
useless, and an act of extradition would be difficult to
cause Fogg to be arrested.

“Well,” he thought, when his first anger had evapo-
rated, “if the warrant is no use here it will be in
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England. The fellow is returning to his native land,
thinking he has put the police off the scent. I will
follow him ; but I hope to goodness some of this money
will be left. He must already have spent more than
five thousand pounds; however, the bank can
afford it.”

So he made up his mind to proceed on the General
Grant, and was actually on board when Mr. Fogg and
Mrs. Aouda arrived. He was surprised to recognise
Passe-partout in such a dress, but he quickly went down-
stairs to avoid explanation, and hoped, thanks to the
number of passengers, that he would remain unperceived
by his enemy. But that very day he came face to face
with Passe-partout.

Passe-partout, without a word, caught him by the
throat, and greatly to the delight of the bystanders, who
immediately made bets on the result, he proved the
superiority of the French system of boxing over the
English.

Passe-partout was much refreshed by this exercise.
Fix rose in a very dishevelled condition, and asked his
adversary “whether he had quite finished?” —

“For the present, yes.”

“Then let me speak to you.”

* But ¥

“Tt is all in your master’s interest.”

Passe-partout seemed conquered by the. detective’s
coolness, and followed Fix to the fore part of the
ship.


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“Vou have given me a licking,” said the detective.
“So far, so good. I expected it; but just now you must
listen to me. Hitherto I have been playing against
Mr. Fogg. I am now in his favour.”

“*Oh, then you believe him honest at last ?”

“By no means. I think he is a thief. Be quiet,
hear me out. So long as Mr. Fogg was on British
territory, I did all I could to detain him till the warrant
for his arrest arrived, It was I who put the Bombay
priests on your track. I hocussed you at Hong Kong.
I separated you from your master, and caused him to
lose the Yokohama steamer.”

Passe-partout clenched his fists as he listened.

“ But now,” continued Fix, “ Mr. Fogg appears likely
to return to England. All right, I will follow him. But
in future I will do as much to keep his way clear, as I
have done to prevent his progress. I have changed my
game, and have done so for my own interest; your
interest is the same as mine, for it will be only in England
that you will ever find out whether your master is honest
or not.”

Passe-partout listened attentively, and felt that Fix
meant what he said. .

“ Are we friends ?” asked Fix.

“Friends, no; allies, yes; but only to a certain
point, for at the least sign of treason, I will twist your
neck.”

“That's a bargain,” said the detective calmly.

Eleven days afterwards, viz. on the 3rd of December,
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the General Grant entered the Golden Gate of San
Francisco.
Mr. Fogg had neither gained nor lost a day.

CHAPTER XXV.
A Glimpse of San Francisco. A Political Meeting.

AT seven o’clock in the morning, Mr. Fogg and his
companions landed in America, or rather upon the
floating pier at which the steamers load and unload.
There they mingled with ships and steamers of all
nationalities, and steam ferry-boats with two or three
decks which performed the service on the Sacramento
and its affluents.

Passe-partout was so delighted to reach America, that
he thought it necessary to execute one of his most active
leaps. But when he landed upon the quay, he found the
planks worm-eaten, and he went through them. His cry
of alarm frightened all the birds which perched upon
these floating quays.

Mr. Foge’s first care was to ascertain when the next
train left for New York. It started at six o’clock, so
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they had a whole day before them. Then hiring a
carriage, they drove to the International Hotel. From
his position on the box of the vehicle, Passe-partout
observed with great curiosity the wide streets, the rows of
lofty houses, the churches and other places of worship
built in the Anglo-Saxon gothic style, immense docks,
palatial warehouses, innumerable cabs, omnibuses, and
tramway-cars ; while Americans, Europeans, Chinese,
and Indians occupied the pathways. San Francisco
surprised Passe-partout. It was no longer the habitation
of bandits, incendiaries, and assassins, who gambled for
gold-dust, a revolver in one hand and a knife in the
other. This “good time” had passed. The city was
now the hive of commerce. The tower of the city-hall
overlooked the labyrinth of streets and avenues, which
crossed each other at right angles, amongst which verdant
squares extended ; and the Chinese quarter looked like
an importation from the Celestial Empire in a toy-puzzle.
Sombreros, red shirts, and Indian head-dresses had given
way to silk hats and black coats, and some of the
principal streets were lined with splendid shops, offering
the products of the whole world for sale.

When Passe-partout reached the International Hotel,
he could scarcely recognise that he was not in England.
The ground-floor of this immense building was occupied
by a bar, at which free lunch of cold meat, oyster soup,
biscuits and cheese, was always to be had; wine or beer
had to be paid for. The restaurant was comfortable.
Mr. Fogg and Mrs. Aouda sat down to a table, and were
waited on by the blackest of negroes.
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After breakfast, Phileas Fogg, accompanied by Mrs.
Aouda, went to the English Consul to have his passport
viséd. On the pavement he met his servant, who wanted
to know whether he should not purchase some revolvers
and rifles. Passe-partout had heard of Sioux and
Pawnees, who are in the habit of stopping the trains.
His master replied that the precaution was needless, but
permitted him to do what he pleased in the matter, and
pursued his way to the Consulate. =

He had not gone very far when, of course by the
merest chance, he met Fix. The detective appeared
very much astonished. Was it possible that he and
Mr. Fogg had crossed in the same steamer, and never
met? Fix professed himself honoured at meeting the
gentleman to whom he owed so much. Business called
him to Europe, and he would be proud to travel in such
agreeable company.

Mr. Fogg replied that the honour would be his,
and thereupon Fix, who had made up his mind not
to lose sight of the other, requested permission to
accompany Mr. Fogg in his walks about the city, which
was granted.

So the three travellers soon found themselves in
Montgomery Street, and on the outskirts of a great
crowd. People were everywhere looking on and
shouting, going about carrying large printed bills;
flags, and streamers were waving, and everyone was
calling out “ Hurrah for Camerfield!” or “ Hurrah for
Maudiboy !”

It was a political meeting, at least Fix thought so;
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and said to Mr. Fogg that it might perhaps be better
not to mingle with the crowd for fear of accidents.

Mr. Fogg agreed, and added “that blows, even
though inflicted in a political sense, were nevertheless
blows.”

Fix smiled, and then in order to be able to see with-
out being hustled, the three travellers mounted a flight
of steps at the upper end of the street. Opposite was
a large platform towards which the crowd appeared to
be moving.

Mr. Fogg could not form any opinion as to what the
meeting was about. Perhaps it was the nomination of a
governor of a State, or of a member of Congress, which
was not unlikely. Just then the excitement of the crowd
became greater, fists were raised as if to register a vote
by a show of hands. The crowd swayed backwards and
forwards, flags were displayed and immediately torn to
pieces, hats were smashed, and the greater part of the
crowd seemed to have grown suddenly shorter.

“Tt is evidently a political meeting,” said Fix ;
“perhaps it is about the Alabama Claims, although they
are settled by this time.”

“ Perhaps it is,” replied Mr. Fogg.

“At any rate,” continued Fix, “here are the candi-
dates. The Honourable Mr. Camerfield and the
Honourable Mr. Maudiboy have met.”

Aouda, leaning upon Mr. Fogg’s arm, was regarding
the tumult with curiosity, and Fix was about to ask the
reason of the disturbance when the uproar increased to
a terrific extent. The crowd became more excited, blows
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wete exchanged, boots and shoes were sent whirling
through the air, and the spectators thought they could
hear the crack of revolvers mingling with the cries of
men. The combatants approached the steps on which
the party had taken refuge. One of the candidates had
evidently been repulsed, but whether Camerfield or
Maudiboy had got the best of it, mere spectators could
not tell.

“J think we had better retire,” said Fix; “‘if there
is any discussion about England, and we were recognised,
we might receive some injury.”

“ An Englishman ” began Mr. Fogg.

But he never finished the sentence, for a tremendous
uproar arose on the terrace just behind them, and there
were loud shouts for Maudiboy, a party of whose
adherents were taking their opponents in the flank.

Our travellers were now between two fires; it was
too late to escape ; the torrent of men armed with life-
preservers and sticks could not be withstood. Phileas
Fogg and Fix did all they could to protect their fair
companions with the weapons nature had provided, but
unsuccessfully. A great ruffian, with a red beard, who
appeared to be the chief of the band, was about to strike
Mr. Fogg; and would probably have done him serious
injury if Fix had not stepped in and received the blow
in his stead, thereby getting his hat completely
smashed.

“You low Yankee !” exclaimed Mr. Fogg contemp-
tuously.

“You English beast !” replied the other.


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“We shall meet again.”

‘“‘ Whenever you please.”

“ What is your name ?”

“ Phileas Fogg ; and yours ?”

“ Colonel Stamp Proctor.”

And the tide of humanity swept pass, overturning
Fix, who, however, speedily regained his feet, and though
much dishevelled was not seriously hurt. His overcoat
was torn in two, and his trousers were more like those
worn by the Indians ; but fortunately Aouda had escaped,
and Fix only showed any traces of the encounter.

“Thank you,” said Mr. Fogg to the detective when
they were out of the crowd.

“ Don’t mention it,” replied Fix; “let us go on.”

“ Where to?” i

“To a tailor’s.”

In fact this course had become necessary, for the
clothes of both men were torn as badly as if they
had taken an active part in the contest, but in an
hour they were newly clad and safely back at the hotel
again.

There they found Passe-partout waiting and armed
with a dozen six-barrelled central-fire revolvers. When
he perceived Fix with Mr. Fogg he frowned, but when
Mrs. Aouda had told him all that had passed his brow
cleared. Fix evidently was no longer an enemy; he was
an ally, and was adhering to his agreement.

After dinner they took a carriage and drove to the
railway-station. As Mr. Fogg was getting into the cab he
said to Fix, “ Have you seen that Coionel Proctor since ?”
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“No,” replied Fix.

“J will make a point of coming back to America to
find him out,” replied Fogg coolly. ‘It would never do
for an Englishman to allow himself to be treated as he
treated us.”

The detective smiled, but made no reply. It was
evident, however, that Mr. Fogg was of that race of
Britons who, though they do not permit duelling at home,
fight in foreign countries when their honour is in any
way attacked.

At a quarter to six the travellers reached the railway-
station, and found the train ready. Mr. Fogg called a
porter and asked him the reason of the excitement that
afternoon.

“Tt was a meeting, sir,” replied the porter.

“T thought there was some great commotion in the
streets.”

“ It was merely an election meeting.”

“For a commander-in-chief, no doubt?” suggested
Mr. Fogg.

“Oh dear no,” replied the man. “It was for a justice
of the peace.”

On this reply Phileas Fogg entered the train, which
started almost immediately.
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CHAPTER XXVI.
Showing how Mr. Fogg and Party journeyed in the Pacific Express.

“FRom ocean to ocean,” as the Americans say, and this
sentence is the usual expression to intimate the crossing
of the continent by the Pacific Railway. That line is
really divided into two, viz. the Central Pacific, between
San Francisco and Ogden; and the Union Pacific, between
Ogden and Omaha. There are five trunk-lines from
Omaha to New York.

New York and San Francisco are thus united by a
continuous iron road more than three thousand seven
hundred and eighty-six miles in length; between the
Pacific and Omaha the railroad traverses a country still
inhabited by Indians and wild beasts, and a vast extent
of territory which the Mormons began to colonise in
1845, when they were driven out from Illinois.

Formerly, under the most favourable circumstances,
the journey from New York to San Francisco occupied
six months, now it is accomplished in seven days.

It was in 1862 that, notwithstanding the opposition
of Confederate members of Congress, who desired a more
southerly route, the railroad track was planned between
the forty-first and the forty-second parallels of latitude.
President Lincoln himself fixed the termination of the
new line at Omaha, in Nebraska. The work was

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immediately begun and continued with characteristic
American energy, which is neither red-tapeish nor bureau-
cratic. The rapidity of the work did not affect its com-
pleteness; they laid a mile and a half of line across the
prairie every day ; an engine, carrying the rails to be used
next day, ran on the line only just laid, and advanced as
quickly as they were fixed.

The Pacific railroad has several branches in the
States of Iowa, Kansas, Colorado, and Oregon. When
it leaves Omaha the line runs along the left bank of the
river Platte, as far as the mouth of the northern branch,
follows the south branch, crosses the Laramine territory
and the Wahsatch Mountains to Salt Lake City (the
Mormon capital), plunges into the Tuilla Valley across
the desert, Mounts Cedar and Humboldt, the Humboldt
river and the Sierra Nevada, and then descends by
Sacramento to the Pacific; the gradient all the way,
even over the Rocky Mountains, not exceeding a
hundred and twelve feet to the mile.

Such was the line along which Phileas Fogg hoped
to be carried to New York in seven days in time to reach
the steamer to Liverpool on the r1th.

The car in which our travellers were seated was a
sort of long omnibus, with four wheels at each end, with-
out compartments; rows of seats were placed at each
side, a passage running between them from end to end
of this carriage, and practically of the train, for every
carriage was closely connected with the next. There
were drawing-room cars, smoking-cars, and restaurants.
The only thing wanting was the theatre-car, but no
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doubt that will some day be supplied. Vendors of
books and papers, eatables, drinkables, and tobacco,
continually passed through the train.

The train started from Oakland Station at six P.M.
It was already dark, and snow was threatening ; the
pace did not exceed twenty miles an hour, including
stoppages. There was not much conversation amongst
the passengers, and most of them soon went to sleep.
Passe-partout was next to the detective, but did not
address him, for after what had happened there could
be no sympathy between them. Fix had not altered,
but Passe-partout was extremely reserved, and on the
least suspicion would have strangled his former friend.

In about an hour snow began to fall, but not
sufficiently thick to hinder the progress of the train.
Nothing could be seen from the windows but an im-
mense white sheet, against which the steam of the
engine looked gray.

At eight o’clock the steward entered and said that
bed-time had come. The backs of the seats were
thrown down, bedsteads were pulled out, and berths
improvised in a few moments. By this ingenious
system each passenger was provided with a bed, and
protected by curtains from prying eyes. The sheets
were clean, the pillows soft, There was nothing to
do but to go to bed and sleep, which everybody did
as if they were on board ship, while the train rushed on
across the State of California.

The territory between San Francisco and Sacramento
is not very hilly, and the railroad runs in a north-easterly

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direction along the American river which falls into the
Bay of San Pablo. The hundred and twenty miles’
distance between these cities was accomplished in six
hours, and as it was midnight when they passed through
Sacramento, the travellers could see nothing of the
city.

Leaving Sacramento and passing Junction, Rochin,
Auburn, and Colfax, the railroad passes through the
Sierra Nevada range, and the train reached Cisco at
seven o’clock. An hour afterwards the sleeping-car was
retransformed to an ordinary carriage, and the passengers
were enabled to look out upon the magnificent scenery
of this mountainous country. The track followed all
the caprices of the mountains, at times suspended
over a precipice, boldly rounding angles, penetrating
narrow gorges which had apparently no outlet. The
engine, with fire gleaming from the grate and black
smoke issuing from its funnel, the warning-bell ringing,
the ‘cow-catcher” extending like a spur, mingled its
whistlings and snortings with the roar of torrents and
waterfalls, and twining its black smoke around the
stems of the pine-trees. There are few tunnels or
bridges on this portion of the route, for the line winds
round the sides of the mountains and does not penetrate
them.

About nine o’clock the train entered the State of
Nevada by the Carson Valley, still proceeding in a
north-easterly direction. At midday the train quitted
Reno, where it had stopped twenty minutes for
luncheon.
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After lunch the passengers took their places in the
car again, and admired the scenery. Sometimes great
troops of buffaloes were massed like an immense move-
able dam on the horizon. These immense troops fre-
quently oppose an impassable barrier to the trains, for
they cross the track in close array in thousands and
thousands, occupying several hours in their passage.
On these occasions the train is brought to a standstill
and obliged to wait till the track is clear.

In fact, an incident of this kind happened on this
occasion. About three o’clock in the afternoon a
troop of ten or twelve thousand beasts blocked the
line. The engineer slackened speed and tried to
proceed slowly, but he could not pass the mass of
buffaloes. i

The passengers could see the buffaloes defiling
quietly across the track, and now and then bellowing
loudly. They were larger than European bulls, the
head and shoulders being covered with a long mane,
beneath which rises a hump ; the legs and tails are short.
No one would ever think of attempting to turn them
aside. When once they have taken a certain direction,
they cannot be forced to swerve from it. They com-
pose a torrent of living flesh which no dam can with-
stand,

The passengers gazed on this curious spectacle, but
the man most interested of all in the speedy progress of
the train, Phileas Fogg, remained calmly in his place to
wait till the buffaloes had passed by. Passe-partout was
furious at the delay which the animals caused, and
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wished to discharge his armoury of revolvers at
them.

“ What a country this is !” he exclaimed. “Fancy a
whole train being stopped by a herd of cattle, which do
not hurry themselves in the least, as if they were not
hindering us ; I should like to know whether Mr. Fogg
anticipated this delay. And here we have an engine-
driver who is afraid to run his train against a few
cows.”

The engine-driver certainly did not attempt to do
so, and he was quite right. No doubt he might have
killed two or three of the first buffaloes he came in
contact with; but the engine would soon have been
thrown off the line, and progress would have been
hopeless,

The best thing to do, then, was to wait patiently, and
trust to make up time when the buffaloes had passed ;
but the procession of animals lasted for fully three
hours, and it was night before the track was clear. The
head of the column had ere this disappeared below the
southern horizon.

Tt was eight o’clock when the train had traversed the
defiles of the Humboldt range, and half-past nine when
it entered Utah, the region of the great Salt Lake and
the curious Mormon territory.
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CHAPTER XXVIL.

Showing how Passe-partout went through a Course of Mormon
History, at the rate of Twenty Miles an Hour.

Durine the night of the 5-6th December, the train
kept in a south-easterly direction for about fifty miles,
and then went up in a north-east course towards Salt
Lake.

About nine o’clock in the morning, Passe-partout
went out tipon the platform to get a’ breath of fresh
air. The weather was cold and the sky was dull, but
there was no snow falling then. The sun in the mist
looked like an enormous disc of gold, and Passe-partout
was calculating what it would be worth in English money,
when he was disturbed by the appearance of a very
curious personage.

This individual, who had got into the train at Elko,
was tall and of dark complexion, had a black moustache,
wore black stockings, and black hat and clothes, except
his necktie, which was white, and his gloves, which were
dog-skin. He looked like a minister. He went the
whole length of the train, and fastened a small notice-
bill on the door of every car, Passe-partout read one of
these “ posters,” and learnt that the Honourable Elder
William Hitch, Mormon Missionary, would take advan-
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tage of the occasion to deliver a lecture upon Mor-
monism, in car No. 117, at eleven o’clock in the fore-
noon till twelve noon, and invited all those who wished to
learn something about the “ Latter-day Saints” to attend
the lecture.

“Faith, I'll go,” muttered Passe-partout, who knew
nothing about Mormonism, except the plurality of
wives.

The news spread rapidly amongst the passengers,
and about thirty out of the hundred travellers were
attracted to car No. 117. Passe-partout took a front
seat. Neither his master nor Fix troubled themselves
about the matter.

At the hour named the elder William Hitch got up,
and in a somewhat irritable manner, as if he had been
already contradicted, cried out:

“T tell you that Joe Smith is a martyr, and his
brother Hiram is another, and the way the Govern-
ment is persecuting Brigham Young will make him a
martyr also. Now who dares say anything to the
contrary P”

No one ventured to contradict him, and his vehe-
mence certainly contrasted strangely with his calm
features. But no doubt his anger was kindled by the
indignities to which the Mormons had been actually
exposed. The United States Government had certainly
had a great deal of trouble to bring these fanatics to
reason. It was now master of Utah, after having
imprisoned Brigham Young on the charges of rebellion
and polygamy. Since that time the followers of the
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prophet had redoubled their efforts, and, if not hy
deeds, by words resisted the authority of the United
States Government. Elder W. Hitch, as we have
seen, was endeavouring to gain converts in the rail-
road-cars.

Then he went on to recite passionately the history of
Mormonism from patriarchal times. How in Israel a
Mormon prophet of the tribe of Joseph published the
annals of the new religion, and left them to his son
Morom ; and how, many centuries later, a translation of
this wonderful book was made by Joseph Smith, junior,
a Vermont farmer, who revealed himself as a prophet in
1823, when the angel appeared to him and gave him the
sacred roll of the book.

About this time several of the audience left the car,
but the lecturer continued to relate how Smith, junior,
his father and brothers, and a few disciples founded the
religion of the Latter-day Saints, which can count its
converts not only in America, but in Scandinavia,
England, and Germany. Also how a colony was
established in Ohio, where a temple was erected at a
cost of two hundred thousand dollars, and a town built
at Kirkland. How Smith became an opulent banker,
and received a papyrus scroll written by Abraham and
several celebrated Egyptians.

The narrative being very tiresome, the greater part of
the audience decamped, but the lecturer nevertheless
continued his tale respecting Joe Smith, his bankruptcy,
his tarring and feathering, his reappearance at Inde-
pendence, Missouri, as the head of a flourishing com-
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munity of about three thousand disciples, his pursuit,
and settlement in the Far West.

By this time Passe-partout and ten others were all
that remained of the audience, who were informed that
after much persecution Smith reappeared in Illinois and
founded the beautiful city of Nauvoo, on the Mississippi,
of which he became chief magistrate ; how he became a
candidate for the Presidency of the United States ; how
he was drawn into an ambuscade at Carthage, im-
prisoned, and assassinated by a band of masked
murderers.

Passe-partout was now absolutely the only listener,
and the lecturer looking him steadily in the face recalled
to his memory the actions of the pious Brigham Young,
and showed him how the colony of Mormon had
flourished.

“ And this is why the jealousy of Congress is roused
against us. Shall we yield to force? Never! Driven
from State to State we shall yet find an independent soil
on which to rest and erect our tents, And you,” he
continued to Passe-partout, “and you, my brother, will
not you pitch your tent beneath the shadow of our
flag ?”

“No,” replied Passe-partout firmly, as he walked
away, leaving the Mormon elder by himself.

While the lecturer had been holding forth the train
had been progressing rapidly, and had reached the
north-west extremity of Salt Lake. From that point
the passengers could see this immense inland sea—
the Dead Sea, as it is sometimes called, and into
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which an American Jordan flows. It is even now
a splendid sheet of water, but time and the falling-in
of the banks have in some degree reduced its ancient
size.

Salt Lake is seventy miles long and thirty-five wide,
and is more than three miles above the level of the sea.
Though quite different from Lake Asphaltites, it con-
tains salt in large quantities. The specific gravity of the
water is one thousand one hundred and seventy; the
same distilled is one thousand. No fish can live
in it; and though brought down by the Jordan,
Weber, and other rivers, soon perish; but it is not
true that its density is so great that no men can swim
in it.

The surrounding country is well cultivated, for the
Mormons are great farmers, and various flowers, etc.,
would have been observed later. Just then the ground
was sprinkled with snow.

The train got to Ogden at two o’clock, and did not
start again until six ; so Mr. Fogg and party had time to
visit the City of the Saints by the branch-line to Ogden.
They passed a couple of hours in that very American
town, built, like all cities in the Union, with the
“melancholy sadness of right angles,” as Victor Hugo
said. In America, where everything is supposed to be
done on the square, though the people do not reach
that level, cities, houses, and follies are all done
“ squarely.” :

At three o’clock our travellers were walking about
the city. They remarked very few churches, but the
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public buildings were the house of the prophet, the
court, the arsenal ; houses of blue brick, with porches and
verandahs surrounded by gardens, in which were palm-
trees and acacias, etc. A stone wall ran round the
city. In the principal street was the market-place
and several hotels; amongst them Salt Lake House
rose up.

There was no crowd in the streets, except near the
temple. There was a superabundance of females, which
was accounted for by the peculiar tenets of Mormons ;
but it is a mistake to suppose that all the Mormons are
polygamists. They can do as they please ; but it may be
stated that the females are chiefly anxious to wed, as
unmarried women are not admitted to the full privileges
of membership. These poor creatures do not appear to
be well off or happy. Some perhaps are rich and
clothed in European style, but the majority were dressed
a la Indienne. .

Passe-partout beheld these women with some degree
of awe, but above all he pitied the husbands of these
wives. It seemed to him to be an awful thing to guide
so many wives through all the mazes of life, and to con-
duct them to the Mormon paradise, with the prospect of
meeting the glorious Joe Smith, who no doubt was there
a shining light. He felt quite disgusted, and he fancied—
perhaps he was mistaken—that some of the young ladies
gazed at him alarmingly, and in a manner to compromise
his liberty.

Fortunately his sojourn in the City of the Saints was
not of long duration. At four o’clock the travellers took
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their places in the return train. The whistle sounded,
but just as the train began to move a cry was heard,
“Stop, stop |”

But the train did not stop. The gentleman who
uttered these cries was a Mormon too late for the train.
He ran till he was out of breath, Fortunately the
railroad was quite open, there were no barriers nor gates
to pass. He rushed along the line, jumped upon the
footboard of the last carriage, and then threw himself
panting into the nearest seat. Passe-partout, who had
been watching him intently, learnt that he had run away
after some domestic quarrel, and when the Mormon had
recovered his breath Passe-partout plucked up courage to
inquire how many wives the fugitive had left, as, judging
from his anxiety to get away, he must have had twenty
at least.

“One, sir,” replied the Mormon, raising his arms to
heaven. “One, sir ; and, by thunder, that one was quite

enough !”
a
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CHAPTER XXVIII

In which Passe-partout cannot make anyone listen to the Language
of Reason,

THE train leaving Salt Lake and Ogden Station went on
northwards as far as Weber River, about nine hundred
miles from San Francisco ; from this point it turned to
the west across the Wahsatch range. It was in this part
of the State that the American engineers had found the
greatest difficulty. In this portion of the line also the
Government subsidy had been raised to forty-eight
thousand dollars a mile, instead of the sixteen thousand
dollars a mile on the plains; but the engineers, so it
is said, had stolen a march on nature, turned all
the difficulties instead of cutting through them, and
pierced only one tunnel of fourteen thousand feet in
length.

‘At Salt Lake the line reached its greatest altitude—
from that point it took a long curve towards Bitter-
creek Valley, and then rose again to the watershed
between the valley and the Pacific. Creeks were
numerous hereabout, and Muddy Creek, Green Creek,
and others were successively crossed on culverts. As
they approached the end of their journey Passe-partout
became more and more impatient, while Fix was very
anxious to get on, for he feared delays and accidents,
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and was more anxious to reach England than even
Phileas Fogg.

The train stopped for a short time at Fort Bridger
at ten o’clock, and twenty miles farther on entered
Wyoming State, formerly Dakota. The next day,
the 7th of December, they stopped at Green River.
Sleet had fallen during the night, but not sufficient to
interfere with the traffic. However, this bad weather
annoyed Passe-partout very much, for any great fall
of snow would have compromised the success of the
journey.

“Any way, it is absurd of my master having under-
taken such a journey in winter; he might just as well
have waited for fine weather and had a better
chance.” —

But while the honest fellow was worrying himself
about the weather, Mrs. Aouda was disquieted for an
entirely different reason, as amongst the passengers who
had alighted at Green River she recognised Colonel
Stamp Proctor, who had insulted Mr. Fogg at the San
Francisco meeting. She drew back, as she did not wish
to be recognised, but the circumstance affected her
deeply.

In fact she had become attached to the man who,
notwithstanding his coldness of manner, betrayed every
day the interest he took in her. No doubt she herself
was not aware of the depth of the sentiment with which
he inspired her, which she believed to be gratitude, but
was doubtless a deeper feeling. Her heart almost ceased
to beat at the moment she recognised Mr. Fogg’s enemy.
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Evidently it was mere chance which had led Colonel
Proctor to this particular train, but he and Mr. Fogg
must be kept apart at all hazards.

She took an opportunity, when Mr. Fogg was asleep,
to tell them whom she had seen.

“That man Proctor on the train!” cried Fix.
“Well, you may be quite easy, madam; before he
sees Mr. Fogg he has to settle with me. It seems to me
that in this matter I have been the most insulted of
any.”

“ And I have a little business with him also, though
he is a colonel,” “added Passe-partout.

“Mr. Fix,” replied Mrs. Aouda, “Mr. Fogg would
permit nobody to interfere with his quarrel. He has
declared that he will come back to America to find out
that man who insulted him. If then he sees Colonel
Proctor, we cannot prevent a meeting which might have
most deplorable results. They must not see each
other.”

“Vou are right, madam,” replied Fix; “a meeting
would spoil everything. Whether victor or not, Mr. Fogg
would be delayed, and. 2

“ And,” added Passe-partout, “that would just play
into the hands of the Reform Club. In four days we
shall be in New York. If during that time my master
does not leave his car, the chances are he will not meet
the American. At any rate, we must try to prevent a



meeting.”
The conversation ceased, for Mr. Fogg just then
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awoke and looked out of window at the snow. Shortly
afterwards Passe-partout whispered to the detective,
“ Would you really fight for him ?”

“T would do anything in the world to get him back
to Europe alive,” replied the detective in a determined
tone.

Passe-partout shuddered, but his confidence in his
master was unshaken.

And now the question was, how could they detain
Mr. Fogg in the car and prevent him meeting the
Colonel? It ought not to be a very difficult matter, for
Phileas was naturally of a sedentary disposition. How-
ever, the detective found a way, for shortly afterwards he
said to Mr. Foge:

“ The time passes very slowly.”

“Yes,” replied Fogg, “but it does pass.”

“On board the steamer,” continued the detective,
“you used to like a game of whist.”

“Yes,” replied Fogg, “ but here I have neither cards
nor partners.”

“‘ Ah, we can easily purchase cards. As for partners,
if madam can take a hand uy

“ Certainly,” replied the young lady. “I know whist,
it is part of an English education.”

“ And,” continued Fix, “I also have some little
knowledge of the game, so we can play dummy.”

“As you like,” said Fogg, delighted to play his
favourite game even in the train.

Passe-partout was immediately despatched to the

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steward, and he quickly returned with two packs of
cards, some markers, and a board covered with
cloth. ;

The game commenced, Mrs. Aouda played fairly well,
and was complimented by Phileas. As for the detective,
he was a first-rate player, and a worthy opponent of
Mr. Fogg.

“Now,” thought Passe-partout, “we have got him
down and he won’t move.”

At eleven o’clock in the morning the train reached
the watershed at Bridger Pass, at an elevation of seven
thousand five hundred and twenty-four feet above the
level of the sea. After traversing about two hundred
miles more, the travellers found themselves in one of
those extensive plains which proved so convenient to the
laying of the railway.

At half-past twelve the travellers got a glimpse of
Fort Halleck, and in a few hours afterwards they
had crossed the Rocky Mountains. They were
now in hopes that no accident would imperil the
journey ; the snow had ceased, and the air was frosty.
Some large birds, startled by the locomotive, rose
up, but no wild beasts appeared; the whole plain
was a desert.

After a comfortable breakfast in his own car, Mr. Fogg
and his companions resumed their whist. Just then a
loud whistling was heard, and the train came to a stop.
Passe-partout put his head out, but could see no cause
for the stoppage. Mrs. Aouda and Fix were afraid that
Mr. Fogg would get up and see what was the matter, but
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he merely told his servant to ascertain the reason of the
delay. -

Passe-partout jumped down. He found a number
of passengers already on the ground, and amongst them
Colonel Proctor.

The train had been stopped by signal. The
engine-driver and guard were talking excitedly with
the signalman, whom the station-master at Medicine
Bow had sent down. The passengers joined in the
discussion, and prominent amongst them was Colonel
Proctor.

Passe-partout, as he joined the group, heard the
signalman say: “You cannot pass. The bridge is unsafe,
and will not bear the weight of the train.”

The viaduct in question was a suspension-bridge
over a rapid about a mile farther on. The signalman
said that many of the supports were broken, and that
it was impossible to cross; he did not exaggerate the
danger, and it may be taken for granted that when an
American is prudent there is good reason for not being
rash.

Passe-partout did not dare to tell his master, but
remained listening with clenched teeth, motionless as a
statue.

“That is all very fine,” said Colonel Proctor, “but I
guess we ain’t going to stop here to take root in the
snow.”

“We have telegraphed to Omaha for a train, Colonel,”
said the guard; “ but it can’t reach Medicine Bow in less
than six hours.”

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“ Six hours !” exclaimed Passe-partout.

“Ves,” replied the guard; “but it will take us that
time to reach Medicine Bow on foot.”

“Why, it is only a mile from here,” said one of the
passengers.

“Only a mile, but on the other side of the
river.”

“And can’t we cross in a boat?” asked the
Colonel.

“Quite impossible; the creek has swollen with the
rains; we shall have to go round ten miles to a
ford.”

The Colonel vented a choice collection of oaths,
condemning the company, the guard, and creation
generally; and Passe-partout, who was very angry, felt
inclined to join him. Here was a material obstacle
which all his master’s money would not be able to
remove.

The disappointment of the passengers was general,
for, without reckoning the delay, they found them-
selves obliged to walk fifteen miles in the snow.
The commotion would have attracted Phileas Fogg’s
attention had he not been entirely absorbed in his
game.

Nevertheless, Passe-partout would have told him of
it if the engineer, a true Yankee, named Foster, had not
said :

“Perhaps there is a way we can get over after all,
gentlemen.”

“ Over the bridge?” asked a passenger.
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“Yes.”

‘“‘ With the train, do you mean?” asked the Colonel.

“With the train.”

Passe-partout stopped and listened anxiously for the
engineer’s explanation.

“ But the bridge is almost broken,” said the guard.

“Never mind,” replied Foster: “I think that by
putting on full-steam we may have a chance of getting
across.”

“The devil!” muttered Passe-partout.

But a certain number of the passengers were attracted
by the suggestion; Colonel Proctor was particularly
pleased, and thought the plan quite feasible. He related
various anecdotes concerning engineers, whom he had
known, who crossed over rivers without any bridges at
all by merely putting on full-steam, etc. The end of it
was that many of the passengers agreed with the
engineer.

“The chances are fifty to a hundred about our
getting over,” said one.

“ Sixty !” said another.

“ Eighty, ninety !” said a third.

Passe-partout was dumfounded, and although he was
very anxious to cross the river, he thought the proposed
plan a little too American.

“Besides,” he thought, “there is an easier way, which
does not seem to have occurred to either of them ;” so he
said aloud to one of the passengers :

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“ Eighty chances!” replied the person addressed,
turning away.

“T know that,” replied Passe-partout, as he spoke to
another; “ but an idea, ?

“Tdeas are no use,” replied the American; “the
engineer tells us we can cross.”

No doubt,” replied Passe-partout ; “but perhaps
it would be more prudent a

“What, prudent!” exclaimed Colonel Proctor, who
was ready to quarrel with anyone suggesting prudence.
Do you not understand that we are going across at full
speed? Do you hear, at full speed ?”

“JT know, I know,” said Passe-partout, whom no one
would allow to finish his sentence; “but it would be, if
not more prudent, since that word displeases you, at any
rate more natural a

“Who is this, what’s this? Who is talking about
natural ?” cried the passengers on all sides,

Poor Passe-partout did not know which way to
turn.

“ Are you afraid ?” asked Colonel Proctor.

“T afraid?” cried Passe-partout; “you think so,
do you? I will show these people when a Frenchman
can be as American as themselves.”

“ All aboard !” cried the guard.

“Yes, all get in,” muttered Passe-partout ; “but you
cannot prevent my thinking that it would be much more
natural for us to cross the bridge on foot and let the
train follow.”






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But no one heard this wise reflection, and if so,
probably no one would have acknowledged its justice.

The passengers took their places, as did Passe-
partout, without saying what had happened. The whist-
players were still deep in their game.

The engine-driver whistled and then backed his
train for nearly a mile, then whistling again he started
forward. The speed increased to a fearful extent, and
rushing along at a pace of nearly a hundred miles an
hour, seemed hardly to touch the rails at all.

They passed over like a flash of lightning. No one
saw anything of the bridge; the train leaped, as it were,
from bank to bank, and could not be stopped till it had
passed the station for some miles.

Scarcely had the train crossed the bridge when the
whole structure fell with a tremendous crash into the
rapids beneath !
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CHAPTER XXIX.

In which certain Incidents are told which are never met with except
on Railroads in the United States,

TuHaT evening the train proceeded without interruption ;
passed Fort Saunders, crossed Cheyenne Pass, and arrived
at Evans’ Pass. Here the railroad reached its greatest
elevation, eight thousand and ninety-one feet above the
sea. The track was now downhill all the way to the
Atlantic, across naturally level plains. From here the
Grand Trunk Line led to Denver, the capital of Colorado
State, rich in gold and silver mines, and boasting more
than fifty thousand inhabitants. -,

Three days and three nights had now been passed
in accomplishing one thousand three hundred and
eighty-two miles; four days and four nights more would
suffice to reach New York, and Phileas Fogg had not
lost time.

During the night they had passed Camp Walbach,
and entered Nebraska at eleven, passing Julesburg on
the south branch of the Platte river. It was here that
General Dodge inaugurated the Union Pacific road on
the 23rd of October, 1867. Here two powerful loco-
motives with nine carriages full of guests stopped, three
cheers were given, the Sioux and Pawnee Indians had a
IN EIGHTY DAYS. 201

sham fight, fireworks were let off, and the first number
of a paper called Zhe Railway Pioneer was printed in a
press carried in the train. ;

Fort MacPherson was passed at eight in the morn-
ing; they had still three hundred and fifty-seven miles to
go to Omaha. At nine o’clock the train stopped at
North Platte, a town built between the two arms of the
river.

The hundred-and-first meridian was now passed.

Mr. Fogg and his partner had resumed their whist ;
none of them, not even the dummy, complained of the
length of the journey. Fix had at first won several
guineas which he now seemed about to lose, but he was
not a less passionate player than Fogg. Fortune dis-
tinctly favoured that gentleman, and showered trumps
and honours upon him.

On one occasion he was on the point of playing a
spade, when a voice behind him said, “TI should play a
diamond.”

The players all looked up, and beheld Colonel
Proctor. He and Fogg recognised each other at the
same moment.

“Oh, you are that Britisher, are you?” exclaimed
the Colonel. “So you are going to play a spade?”

“Yes, and I play it too,” replied Fogg coldly, as he
threw down the ten.

“Well, I choose to have diamonds,” said Proctor
insolently. He made a movement as if to seize the

card just played, adding, “You know nothing about
whist,”
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“Perhaps I do, as well as other people,” said Fogg,
rising.

“You have only got to try, you son of a John Bull,”
said the stout man.

Mrs. Aouda now turned very pale; she seized Fogg
by the arm, and pulled him back. Passe-partout was
quite ready to throw himself upon the American, who
continued to regard his adversary with an insolent stare,
but Fix rose and said, “You forget that this is my
business, sir ; I was not only insulted, but struck.”

‘Mr, Fix, excuse me,” said Fogg; “this is entirely
my business. By pretending that I did not know how
to play, the Colonel has insulted me, and shall give me
satisfaction.” —

“When and where you please,” said the American ;
“name your weapons.”

Aouda tried to keep Mr. Fogg back; the detective
also tried to make the quarrel his own; Passe-partout
wanted to throw the Colonel out of the window, but a
sign from his master checked him. Mr. Fogg left the
car, and the American followed him to the plat-
form.

“ Sir,” said Fogg, “I am in a great hurry to return
to Europe; any delay will be very prejudicial to my
interest.”

“‘ What is all that to me ?” said the Colonel.

“Sir,” continued Fogg, very politely, ‘after our dis-
pute at San Francisco, I had promised myself to return
to America and find you out, when I had finished my
business in England.”
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“ Really !”

“Will you meet me six months hence?”

“Why don’t you say six years P”

“‘T said six months,” said Fogg, “and I shall not
fail to be at the rendezvous.”

“This is all humbug,” cried Proctor; “it must be
now or never.”

“Very well,” said Mr. Fogg; “are you going ot
New York?”

“ No.”

“To Chicago P”

6c No.”

“To Omaha ?”

“Tt can’t matter to you. Do you know Plum
Creek ?”,

“No,” replied Mr. Fogg.

“Tt is the next station. We shall stop there ten
minutes; we shall have lots of time to exchange
shots.”

“ All right,” replied Mr. Fogg ; “I will stop at Plum
Creek.”

‘“T guess you will stay there altogether,” replied the
American, with unparalleled insolence.

“Who knows 2?” replied Mr. Fogg, entering the car as
coolly as ever, and commenced to reassure Mrs. Aouda,
by telling her that braggarts need never be feared. He
then asked Fix to be his second in the approaching
duel, which Fix could not well refuse to be; and then
Phileas Fogg sat down quietly and resumed his whist,
without betraying the least emotion,
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At eleven o’clock the whistle of the engine announced
their approach to Plum Creek. Mr. Fogg got up, and
followed by Fix and Passe-partout, carrying a brace of
revolvers, went out upon the platform. Mrs. Aouda
remained in the car, as pale as death.

At that moment the door of the next car opened,
and Colonel Proctor appeared, followed by his second,
a Yankee of the same stamp as himself. They were
about to descend when the guard ran up and said,
‘You cannot get out, gentlemen.”

“Why not?” demanded the Colonel.

“We are twenty minutes late, and cannot
stop.”

“But I am going to fight a duel with this gentle-
man.” i

“T am very sorry,” said the guard, “but we must
be off at once ; there is the bell ringing.”

As he was speaking the train started.

“TJ am really extremely grieved, gentlemen,” said the
guard, “and under any other circumstances I should
have been able to have obliged you. But though you
cannot stop to fight, there is nothing to prevent your
doing so as you go along.”

“ Perhaps that would not suit that gentleman,” said
the Colonel in a jeering tone.

“Tt will suit me quite well,” replied Phileas
Fogg.

‘Well, we are actually in America, I see,” thought
Passe-partout ; “and the guard is a gentleman of the
highest standing.”
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The two adversaries, their seconds, and the guard
passed down to the rear of the train. The last car had
only about a dozen passengers in it, and the conductor
asked them if they would mind moving, as the two
gentlemen had a little affair of honour to settle.

The passengers were very glad to oblige the gentle-
men, and they retired accordingly.

The car, about fifty feet long, was very suitable for
the purpose. The combatants could advance towards
one another between the seats, and fire at their leisure.
Never had there been a duel more easy to arrange.
Mr. Fogg and Colonel Proctor, each carrying a six-
barrelled revolver, entered the car, Their seconds, having
locked them in, withdrew to the platform. The duel-
lists were to begin to fire at the first whistle of the
engine, then, after a lapse of two minutes, what re-
mained of the two gentlemen would be taken from
the car. 5

Nothing could be easier. It was even so simple, that
Fix and Passe-partout could hear their hearts beating as
they listened.

Everyone was on the gw vive for the first whistle,
when suddenly savage cries resounded, accompanied by
shots, which certainly did not come from the duellists.
On the contrary, the reports rose all along the train ;
cries of terror were heard inside the cars.

Colonel Proctor and Mr. Fogg, revolvers in hand,
were hastily released, and rushed forward into the thick
of the struggle, when they perceived that the train had
been attacked by a band of Sioux. This was not the
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first time that this hardy tribe had attacked the train.
According to custom, they leaped on the footboards as
the train proceeded, as easy as a circus-rider would
mount a horse at full gallop. The Sioux were armed
with guns, to which the passengers replied with revolvers.
The Indians had first mounted the engine, and stunned
the engine-driver and firemen with blows on the head.
A chief wished to stop the train, but not knowing how to
do so had opened instead of closing the regulator, and
the train was now proceeding at tremendous speed.
Others of the tribe had entered the cars as actively as
apes, and were now engaged ina hand-to-hand fight with
the passengers. They pillaged the baggage-waggon, and
were all the time fighting incessantly. -

The travellers defended themselves courageously ;
they barricaded some of the cars which were besieged
like forts, carried along at the rate of forty or fifty miles
an hour. Mrs, Aouda had been most courageous.
Revolver in hand, she defended herself heroically, firing
through the broken windows whenever she caught sight
of asavage. As many as twenty Sioux had fallen, and lay
crushed by the wheels ;. and many passengers, grievously
wounded, lay stretched upon the seats.

But it was necessary to put an end to the fight, which
had lasted for ten minutes, and would result in a victory
for the Indians if the train were not stopped. Fort
Kearney Station, where there was a guard, was only a
couple of miles farther on, and if that were passed, the
Indians would be masters of the train till the next
station was reached. The guard was fighting bravely by
IN EIGHTY DAYS. 207

the side of Mr. Fogg, when he was shot down. As he
fell he cried, “If the train is not stopped in less than
five minutes, we are all lost !”

“Tt shall be stopped,” said Fogg, who was about to
rush out.

“Stay where you are, sir,” said Passe-partout, “ this
is my business.”

His master had not time to stop the brave fellow,
who, unseen by the Indians, managed to creep along
beneath the carriages, and then calling all his agility to
his aid, with marvellous dexterity he managed to reach
the fore part of the train without being seen. There,
suspended by one hand between the baggage-waggon
and the tender, with the other hand he unfastened the
coupling-chains ; but owing to the great tension, he was
not able to loose the draw-bar, but it was fortunately jerked
out as the train jolted. The locomotive, thus detached,
sped along at a tremendous pace in front, while the train
gradually slackened speed, and the breaks assisting it, it
was pulled up within a hundred feet of Fort Kearney.
The soldiers, attracted by the sound of firing, hastily
turned out ; but the Indians did not wait for them, They
all disappeared before tlie train stopped.

But when the travellers came to count the passengers,
they found that several were missing, and amongst the
absentees was the brave Frenchman who had devoted
himself to save them.
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CHAPTER XXX.

In which Phileas Fogg simply does his Duty.

THREE of the travellers, including Passe-partout, had
disappeared, but it was impossible to say whether they
had been killed or taken prisoners.

Several were wounded, but none mortally. Colonel
Proctor was one of the most severely hurt; he had
fought bravely, and was carried with the other wounded
into the station, where he was attended to as well as the
circumstances admitted of.

Mrs, Aouda was safe, and Phileas Fogg, who had
been in the midst of the fight, had not received a
scratch. Fix had a flesh-wound in the arm, but Passe-
partout was missing, and Aouda could not help weep-
ing. Meanwhile the travellers all got out of the train,
the wheels of which were covered with blood and jagged
pieces of flesh. Red tracks were visible on the whitened
plain. The Indians were disappearing in the south along
the Republican River.

Mr. Fogg was standing motionless with folded arms,
and Aouda looked at him without speaking, but he
understood her; he had to make up his mind. If his
servant were a prisoner, ought he not to rescue him from
the Indians ?
IN EIGHTY DAYS. 209

“JT will find him, living or dead,” he said simply to
Aouda.

“Oh Mr, Fogg!” exclaimed the young lady, seizing
his hands, upon which her tears fell fast.

“Living,” added Mr. Fogg, “ if we lose no time.”

By this resolution Phileas Fogg sacrificed every-
thing, he pronounced his own ruin. A delay of even
one day would lose the steamer at New York and his
wager. But he.thought it was his duty, and did not
hesitate.

The commandant of Fort Kearney was present ; his
company were under arms to repel any further
attack.

“Sir,” said Mr. Fogg to him, “three passengers are
missing.”

“ Dead ?” asked the captain.

“Dead or prisoners,” replied Fogg; “I must find
out which. Is it your intention to pursue thé
Sioux ?”

“That would be a very serious thing,” replied
the captain. “The Indians may retreat beyond the
Arkansas, and I cannot leave the fort undefended.”

“Sir,” replied Fogg, “the lives of three men are
in question.”

“No doubt ; but can I risk fifty to save three P”

“J do not know if you can, sir; but I know you
ought.”

“Sir,” replied the captain, “no one here is fit to
teach me my duty.”

“Very well,” said Fogg coldly, “I will go alone.”

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“You, sir!” exclaimed Fix, who now approached.
“Do you mean to go alone in pursuit of the
Indians ?”

“Do you wish me to leave that unfortunate man to
perish to whom everyone here owes his life? I shall
certainly go.”

“ No, sir, you shall not go alone,” said the captain,
who was moved in spite of himself. “You are a brave
fellow. Now, then, thirty volunteers,” he added, turning
to the troops.

The whole company advanced at once. The
captain had only to pick his men. Thirty were chosen,
and a steady old non-commissioned officer put in
command, ;

“Thanks, captain,” said Mr. Fogg.

“ You will let me go with you?” said Fix.

“You can do as you please, sir, but if ycu wish to
do me a service you will remain with Mrs. Aouda.
Should anything happen to me ty

The detective turned very pale. Should he separate
from the man he had followed so persistently? Should
he leave him to wander thus in the prairie? Fix gazed
attentively at Mr. Fogg, and notwithstanding his sus-
picions and the struggle going on within him, his eyes
fell before that frank look.

“ J will remain,” he said. ;

In a few moments Mr. Fogg, having shaken hands
with the young lady and confided his precious bag to her
care, departed with the soldiers. But before marching
away he said to his escort, ‘ My friends, I will divide


IN EIGHTY DAYS. 2m

a thousand pounds amongst you if we save the
prisoners.”

It was then a little past midday.

Mrs. Aouda retired to a waiting-room, and there she
remained thinking of the generosity and courage of
Phileas Fogg, who had sacrificed his fortune and was
now risking his life for what he believed to be his duty
In her eyes Mr. Fogg was a hero.

But Fix’s thoughts were very different; he could
scarcely conceal his agitation ; he walked up and down
the station and soon recovered himself. Now that Foge
had gone, Fix perceived how foolish he had been to let
him go. He began to accuse himself in pretty round
terms, as if he had been his own inspector.

“ What a fool I have been,” he thought. “The fellow
has gone and won’t come back. How is it that I,
actually with a warrant for his arrest in my pocket, could
have been so played upon? Well, I am an ass !”

Thus reasoned the detective as he walked up and
down the platform. He did not know what to do.
Sometimes he thought he would tell Aouda everything,
but he knew how she would receive his confidence.
He then thought of following Fogg over the prairie, and
he thought it not impossible he might find him, as the
footsteps of the escort would be imprinted in the
snow. But after a further fall they would soon be
obliterated.

Fix became discouraged, and felt inclined to give up
the whole thing. He had now an opportunity to leave
Kearney Station and pursue his way homewards. In

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fact about two o’clock, in the midst of a snowstorm, long
whistles were heard from eastward ; a great shadow was
slowly advancing; no train was expected from that
direction. The assistance telegraphed for could not
possibly arrive so soon, and the train to San Francisco
was not due till the next day. The mystery was soon
explained.

It was the runaway locomotive that was approaching.
After it had left the train, it had run a long distance till
the fire got low and the steam went down. ‘Then it
stopped, still bearing the half-conscious engine-driver and
firemen. When they found themselves alone in the
prairie they understood what had happened, and they had
no doubt they would find the train somewhere on the
track, helpless. The engine-driver did not hesitate. To
go on to Omaha would be only prudent, while to return
would be dangerous. He nevertheless built up the fire
and ran back to Fort Kearney, whistling through the
mist as he went.

The travellers were all delighted to see the engine
attached to the train once more. They could now
resume their journey, so fatally interrupted.

When the engine was coupled on, Mrs. Aouda asked
the guard if he were really going to start ?

“Right away, ma’am,” he replied.

‘But the prisoners, our unfortunate companions——’

“J cannot interrupt the service,” he replied; “we
are three hours late already.”

“And when will the next train arrive from San
Francisco ?”

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* To-morrow evening.”

“That will be too late. It must wait.”

“That is impossible. If you wish to go on, please
get in.”

“J will not go,” replied the lady.

Fix heard this conversation. A short time before,
when there was no chance of his goitig on, he had
decided to leave Kearney, and now that it was necessary
for him to take his place, something seemed to detain
him. The conflict in his mind waxed fiercer, he wished
to fight it out.

Meantime the passengers, some of them wounded,
including Colonel Proctor, took their places in the train,
which started immediately and soon disappeared, the
steam mingling with the falling snow.

Fix had remained behind.

Some hours passed away. The weather was wretched
and very cold. Fix remained seated, apparently asleep,
onabench. Aouda, notwithstanding the tempest, con-
tinually came out of the room set apart for her, and
walking to the extremity of the platform, attempted to
penetrate the thick falling snow, as she listened intently
for some sound of the return of the escort. But she saw
and heard nothing, and would return chilled to io bone,
only to sally forth once more in vain.

Night fell, the troops had not returned; the com-
mandant began to feel anxious, though he did not
betray his anxiety. The snow fell less thickly now,
but the cold was intense; absolute silence reigned
around, All night Mrs, Aouda kept wandering about,
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filled with the most dismal forebodings—her imagina-
tion suggested a thousand dangers, and her anxiety was
terrible.

Fix remained immovable, but he did not sleep
either. A man approached him once and spoke to
him, but a shake of the head was the only reply he
received.

Thus passed the night. At sunrise it was possible
to distinguish objects at the distance of two miles;
but to wardsthe south, in which direction the party
had gone, there was no sign. It was then seven
o’clock.

The captain, who was now seriously alarmed, did not
know what to do. Should he send a second detachment
after the first, and sacrifice more men on the slender
chance of saving those who had already gone? But he
did not hesitate long, and was on the point of ordering a
reconnaissance to be made, when the sound of firing was
heard. The soldiers rushed out of the fort and perceived
the little troop returning in good order.

Mr. Fogg was marching at their head. Close to him
were Passe-partout and the other two passengers, rescued
from the hands of the Sioux. They had encountered
the Indians ten miles from Kearney. Just before they
arrived Passe-partout and his companions had turned
upon their captors, three of whom the Frenchman had
knocked down with his fists, when his master and the
escort came to his assistance.

The party was welcomed most joyously.
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Phileas Fogg distributed the promised reward to the
soldiers, while Passe-partout muttered, and not without
reason, ‘I must confess that I cost my master pretty
dearly.”

Fix. looked at Mr, Fogg without speaking, and it
would have been difficult to analyse his thoughts at that
moment. Mrs, Aouda, whose feelings were too deep
for expression, took Mr. Fogg’s hands in hers and
pressed them without speaking.

Ever since his return Passe-partout had been looking
for the train; he hoped to find it there ready to start
for Omaha, and trusted that the lest time might be
regained.

“But where is the train?” he exclaimed.

“Gone,” replied Fix.

“When is the next train due here?” eked Mr. Fogg.

“ Not until this evening.”

“Ah!” replied the impassible gentleman simply.
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CHAPTER XXXI,

In which the Detective forwards Mr. Fogg’s Interest considerably,

Puiteas Focc was twenty hours behind time, and
Passe-partout, the involuntary cause of the delay, was
desperate ; he had decidedly ruined his master.

The detective approached Mr. Fogg, and, looking at
him attentively, said, “Seriously, sir, are you really in
such a hurry ?”

“Very seriously I am,” replied Fogg.

“Tt is absolutely necessary, then, for you to be in
New York on the 11th—before the departure of the
English mail-steamer ?”

“JT have a very great interest in so doing.”

“Tf, then, your voyage had not been interrupted, you
would have reached New York on the morning of the
rith 2?”

“‘ Yes, with twelve hours to spare.”

“Well, you are now twenty hours late. Twelve
from twenty leaves eight—you must regain those eight
hours. Do you wish to try 2”

“ On foot ?”

“No, on a sledge,” replied Fix; “on a sledge with
sails; a man has proposed it to me.”
IN EIGHTY DAYS. 217

It was, in fact, the man who had spoken to Fix
during the night, and whose offer he had refused.

Mr. Fogg did not immediately reply, but Fix
pointed out the man, and Fogg went up and spoke to
him. Shortly after they entered a hut built just beyond
the fort. Here Mr. Fogg was shown a very curious
vehicle—a sort of sledge, with room for five or six
people. A high mast was firmly supported by wire
rigging, and carried a large sail; it was also furnished
with a rudder. In fact it was a sledge rigged like a
cutter. During the winter, on the frozen plains, the
trains cannot run, and these sledges make rapid passages
from station to station, and when running before the
wind they equal, if they do not exceed, the speed of the
train. ;
The arrangement was soon made. ‘The strong west
wind was in their favour, The snow was hard, and
Mr. Mudge, the owner, was confident of being able to
reach Omaha in a few hours. ‘Thence were plenty of
trains to Chicago and New York. It was just possible
to recover the lost time, and they did not hesitate to
make the attempt.

Mr. Fogg did not wish to expose Aouda to the cold,
and suggested that she should remain at the station
with Passe-partout, who would escort her to England
under more favourable circumstances; but she refused
to leave Mr. Fogg, greatly to the delight of Passe-
partout, who would not leave his master alone with
Fix,
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The detective’s thoughts would be difficult to guess.
Was his conviction shaken by Fogg’s return, or did he
still regard him as a scoundrel who hoped to be safe in
England on his return? Perhaps Fix’s opinion concern-
ing Fogg had altered; but he would do his duty,
nevertheless ; and he would do his duty and hasten his
return to England as much as possible.

At eight o’clock the sledge was ready. The
passengers took their places, the sails were hoisted, and
the vehicle sped over the snow at forty miles an hour.
The distance between Fort Kearney and Omaha, as the
crow flies, is two hundred miles at most. If the wind
held they could reach Omaha by one o'clock, if no
accident happened.

What a journey it was! The travellers huddled
close together, unable to speak in consequence of the
intense cold. The sledge glided over the snow like a
boat on a lake, and when the wind rose it was almost
lifted off the ground. Mudge steered in a straight line,
and counteracted the occasional lurches of the vessel.
They hoisted all sail, and certainly could not be going
less than forty miles an hour.

“If nothing carries away,” said Mudge, “we shall
get there in time.”

Mr. Mudge had an interest in accomplishing the
journey, for Mr. Fogg, as usual, had promised him a
handsome reward.

The prairie was as flat as possible, and Mudge
steered perfectly straight, taking the chord of the arc
described by the railroad, which follows the right bank
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of the Platte River. Mudge was not afraid of being
stopped -by the stream, for it was frozen over. So the
way was free from all obstacles, and there were but two
things to fear—an accident or a change of wind. But
the breeze blew steadily in the same direction, and even
increased in force. The wire lashing hummed like the
chords of a musical instrument, and the sledge sped
along accompanied by a plaintive harmony of peculiar
intensity.

“Those wires give us the fifth and the octave,”
said Mr. Fogg.

These were the only words he spoke Trounhon the
passage. Mrs. Aouda was well wrapped up in furs.
Passe-partout’s face was as red as the setting sun, and,
with his usual confidence, began to hope again. Instead
of reaching New York in the morning they would get
there in the evening, perhaps before the departure of
the steamer for Liverpool. Passe-partout had a great
desire to clasp Fix by the hand, for he did not forget
that it was the detective who had procured the sledge,
the only means of reaching Omaha in good time; but
some presentiment induced him to remain quiet. How-
ever, Passe-partout would never forget Mr. Foge’s devo-
tion in rescuing him from the Indians,

The sledge still flew along. The plain and the
streams were covered with the mantle of snow. A great
uninhabited island appeared to be enclosed between
the Union and Pacific Railroad and the branch-line
which unites Kearney with St. Joseph. Not a house
was in sight. They occasionally passed some gaunt
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tree, and sometimes flocks of wild birds rose abou
them, or a band of starving wolves pursued the sledge.
On these occasions Passe-partout, revolver in hand, was
ready to fire on those which came too near. Had an
accident happened, the wolves would have made short
work of the travellers ; but the sledge held on its course,
and soon left the howling brutes behind.

At midday Mudge thought they were crossing the
Platte River. He said nothing, but he was sure that
Omaha was only twenty miles farther on. And in fact
in less than an hour their skilful steersman left the helm
and hauled down his sails, while the sledge ran on with
its acquired impetus. At length it stopped, and Mudge,
pointing to a cluster of snow-covered houses, said,
“ Here we are |” ;

They had arrived at the desired station, which was
in constant communication with the Eastern States.
Passe-partout and Fix jumped down and stretched their
stiffened limbs. They then assisted Mr. Fogg and
Mrs. Aouda to alight. The former paid Mudge
handsomely. Passe-partout shook his hands warmly,
and then the whole party rushed towards the railway-
station.

A train was ready to start, and they had only just
time to jump in ; though they had seen nothing of Omaha,
they did not regret it, as they were not travelling for
pleasure.

The train rushed across the State of Iowa, past
Conneil Bluffs, Des Morines, and Iowa city. During
the night they crossed the Mississippi at Davenport and
IN EIGHTY DAYS. 221

entered Illinois. Next day, the roth, at four p.m., they
reached Chicago, which had risen from its ashes, and,
more proudly than ever, was seated on the borders of the
beautiful Lake of Michigan.

They were still nine hundred miles from New York,
but there were plenty of trains. Mr. Fogg passed at
once from one train to another, which started at full-
speed as if it knew he had no time to lose. It crossed
Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey like light-
ning, through towns with antique names containing
streets and tramways, but as yet no houses. At length
the Hudson Plain appeared, and at a quarter-past
eleven P.M., on the 11th, the train stopped in the station
on the right bank of the river, before the very pier from
which the Cunard, otherwise known as the British and
North American, Royal Mail Steam Packet Company’s
steamers start.

The China had left for Liverpool three-quarters of
an hour previously,
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CHAPTER XXXII.
In which Phileas Fogg struggles against Ill-luck.

THE China seemed to have carried off Mr. Fogg’s last
hope, for no other steamers of any other line would be
of use. The Feretre, of the French Transatlantic
Company, did not leave till the 14th, while the boats
of the Hamburg American Company also went to
Havre, and not direct to Liverpool or London; and this
extra passage from Havre to Southampton would upset
his calculations.

The Inman steamer Czty of Paris would not start
till next day—that would be too late. Nor would the
White Star Line serve his purpose; all of which
Mr. Fogg learnt from “ Bradshaw.” Passe-partout was
completely upset ; it was maddening to lose the steamer
by three-quarters of an hour, and it was his fault, too,
for putting obstacles in his master’s way; and when
he looked back at the incidents of the journey, the
sums expended on his account, the enormous wager, and
tremendous charges of the now useless trip, he was over-
whelmed. Mr. Fogg, however, did not reproach him,
but as he quitted the pier, said: “ We will see to-morrow
what is best to be done. Come along.”

The party crossed the river, and drove to the
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St. Nicholas Hotel, in Broadway, where they engaged
rooms; but Fogg was the only one who slept. Next
day was the r2th of December. From that day, at
seven in the morning, to the 21st, at a quarter to nine in
the evening, was a period of nine days, thirteen hours,
and forty-five minutes ; so if Phileas Fogg had sailed in
the China, he would have reached London in time to
win his wager.

Mr. Fogg left the hotel by himself, telling the others
to wait his return, but to be ready to leave at a moment’s
notice. He went down to the Hudson River, to see if
there were any vessels about to start. Several were
getting ready to go to sea, but the majority of them
were sailing ships, which of course did not suit Mr.
Fogg. He appeared to have lost his last hope, when he
perceived a small screw-steamer moored off the battery ;
the funnel was pouring forth black smoke, and every-
thing looked like a speedy departure. My. Fogg hailed
a boat, and soon found himself on board the Hexrdetta,
which was an iron steamer. The captain was on board,
and approached Mr. Fogg to answer his inquiries. This
captain was a man about fifty, a regular sea-wolf.

“ Are you the captain?” asked Mr. Fogg.

“JT am.”

“T am Phileas Fogg, of London.”

“And I am Andrew Speedy, of Cardiff.”

“ You are about to sail, I suppose?”

“Tn an hour.”

“Where are you bound ?”

“ For Bordeaux.”
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And your cargo ?”

“T am only in ballast.”

“ Have you any passengers ?”

“T never take passengers; they are always in the
way, and always talking.”

“ Does your ship steam well?”

“ Between eleven and twelve knots. The Henrietta
is well known.”

‘** Would you like to take me and my three friends to
Liverpool ?”

“To Liverpool! Why not China at once?”

*‘T said Liverpool.”

“ No.”

cc No 2”

“No, I tell you. Iam bound for Bordeaux, and to
Bordeaux I shall go.”

“Will money have any effect ?”

- Not the least.” i

The captain spoke in a tone which did not admit of
argument,

“ But the owners of the LYenrzetta ?” began Fogg.

“Tam the owner. The vessel belongs to me.”

“J will hire it from you.”

“cc No.”

“TJ will buy it, then.”

6c No.”

Mr. Fogg did not betray the slightest disappoint-
ment, notwithstanding the gravity of the situation.
Things were not at New York as at Hong Kong, nor
was the captain of the enrie¢a like the pilot of the
IN EIGHTY DAYS. 225

Tankadere. Hitherto money had smoothed all obstacles.
Now it failed.

Nevertheless, some means of crossing: the Atlantic
must be found, and Phileas Fogg, apparently, had an
idea, for he said to the captain :

“Will you take me to Bordeaux, then?”

“Not if you gave me two hundred dollars.”

“JT will give you two thousand dollars.”

‘What, for each passenger ?”

SaVeSuz

* And there are four of you ?”

“Ves.”

This reply caused Captain Speedy to scratch his
head. There were eight thousand dollars to be gained,
by simply going his own route; and such a sum might
well overcome his antipathy to passengers. Besides,
passengers at two thousand dollars apiece become
valuable merchandise.

“T start at nine o’clock,” said Captain Speedy quietly ;
“and if you and your party are ready, why, there you
are.”

“We shall be on board at nine,” replied Mr. Foge,
not less quietly.

It was then half-past eight. To land again, drive up
to the hotel, and bring off his party to the Henrietta, did
not take Mr. Fogg very long. He even offered a passage
to the inseparable Fix. All this was done by Mr. Fogg
as coolly as possible.

They were all on board by the time the Aevrietla
was ready to start.

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When Passe-partout heard what the voyage was going
to cost, he uttered a prolonged “Oh!” which descended
through all the notes of the gamut.

As for Fix, he concluded at once that the Bank of
England would not recover much of the money, for by
the time they reached England, if Mr. Fogg did not
throw away any more money, at least seven thousand
pounds would have been spent.

CHAPTER XXXIII.
In which Phileas Fogg rises to the Occasion.

An hour later the Hezrietta passed the light-ship at
the mouth of the Hudson, rounded Sandy Hook, and
skirting Fire Island and Long Island, steamed rapidly
eastward.

At noon next day Phileas Fogg mounted the bridge,
to ascertain the ship’s position, for Captain Speedy was
safely locked up in his cabin, where he was using some
very strong, but, under the circumstances, excusable
language.
IN EIGHTY DAYS. 227

‘The fact was that Mr. Fogg wished to go to Liver-
pool, and the captain did not; and had made such good
use of the time he had been on board, and of his money,
that he had won the whole crew, who were not on the
best terms with the captain, over to his side. And this
is why Phileas Fogg was in command, why the captain
was shut up in his cabin, and why the ship was heading
for Liverpool. By the way Mr. Fogg managed the
vessel, it was evident he had been a sailor.

How the adventure ended will be seen later on.
Aouda was anxious, but said nothing. Fix had been
completely upset from the first; but Passe-partout
thought the manceuvre simply splendid. The captain
had said that the Henrietta could make between eleven
and twelve knots, and he had not exaggerated,

If, then—for there were still ifs—if the sea: did not
get too rough, nor the wind shift to the east, nor any
accident happen to the machinery, it was possible for
the Henrietta to cross the Atlantic in nine days. But
it was not improbable that, when he reached Liverpool,
Mr. Fogg would have to answer some awkward ques-
tions about the Aenrietfa, as well as about the bank
business,

For the first few days everything went well, and the
flenrielia steamed and sailed like a transatlantic
liner.

Passe-partout was charmed, This last exploit of his
master delighted him above everything; he was the life
and soul of the crew, and his good spirits were infectious.
He had forgotten the past vexation, and only looked

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forward to the future. He kept his eye warily upon
Fix, but scarcely spoke, for the old intimacy no longer
existed between them.

It must be confessed that Fix did not understand
what was going on. The seizure of the Henrietta, the
bribery of the crew, and Fogg’s seamanlike qualities
perfectly astounded him; he did not know what to
think; for a gentleman who had begun by stealing
fifty-five thousand pounds might end by stealing a
vessel, and Fix not unnaturally came to the conclusion
that the Henrietta would not reach Liverpool at all, but
proceed to some port where Mr. Fogg, turned pirate,
would be in safety. The detective was sorry he had
gone into the business.

All this time Captain Speedy continued to grumble
and swear in his cabin, and Passe-partout, who took
him his meals, was obliged to be very circumspect.
Mr. Fogg did not seem to care whether there was a
captain on board or not.

On the 13th they passed the Banks of Newfoundland.
This was a dangerous part of the coast, particularly in
winter, when fogs and gales are frequent. On this
occasion the barometer had been failing all the pre-
ceding day, and during the night the cold became
more intense, and the wind chopped to the south-
east.

This was unfortunate. Mr. Fogg furled his’sails and
put on full-steam ; nevertheless the speed fell off, as the
vessel pitched heavily. ‘The wind rose, and the position
of the “exrietia became precarious.
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Passe-partout’s face darkened as the sky, and for
two days he was in mortal terror. But Mr. Fogg was
a bold sailor, and kept the ship head to sea without
even reducing the steam. The Hewrietta rushed through
the waves and deluged her decks. Sometimes the screw
was clear out of the water, but still they kept on.

Although the wind did not increase to a tempest, it
held to the south-east, so the sails were rendered useless,
and a great aid to the screw was thus lost.

The 16th of December was the seventy-fifth day
since Foge’s departure from London, and half the
voyage across the Atlantic had been accomplished, and
the worst was over. In the summer, success would
have been assured, but in winter the weather had them
at its mercy. Passe-partout said nothing, but consoled
himself with the reflection that the steam would not fail
them, and he hoped on.

One day the engineer came on deck and spoke
anxiously to Mr. Fogg. This consultation made Passe-
partout very uneasy ; he would have given his ears to
have heard what they were saying ; he managed to catch
a few words, and heard his master say, “Are you
sure ?”

“ Quite certain,” replied the engineer ; “ you must not
forget that we have been piling up the fire ever since we
left, and though we had sufficient coal to go under easy
steam to Bordeaux, we had not enough to carry us to
Liverpool at full pressure.”

“J will think about it,” said Mr. Fogg; and then
Passe-partout understood it all.
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The coal was failing !

“Tf my master can get over this,” he thought, “he
will be a clever fellow.”

He was so agitated he could not help imparting his
knowledge to Fix, who replied, “Then you really think
we are going to Liverpool ?”

“ Of course we are.”

“Vou idiot!” replied the detective, shrugging his
shoulders, as he turned away.

Passe-partout would have revenged himself for this
insult if he had not reflected that the unlucky Fix was
very probably disappointed and humiliated at having
followed a false scent all the way round the world.

But what would Phileas Fogg do now? No one
could say; but he himself appeared as cool as ever, and
to have decided, for he told the engineer, the same
evening, to keep the full-steam on till the coal was
exhausted. ;

So the Henrzetia proceeded at full-steam until, on the
18th, the coals began to give out, as the engineer had
foretold.

“Keep up the steam as much as possible,” said
Mr. Fogg.

About midday, Phileas Fogg, having taken the ship’s
reckoning, told Passe-partout to release Captain Speedy.
The Frenchman would rather have unloosed a tiger,
and said, as he went aft, “What an awful rage he will
be in.”

A few minutes later a bomb appeared on deck. This
IN EIGHTY DAYS. 231

bomb was Captain Speedy, and looked ready to
burst. :
“Where are we?” was his first remark, as soon as
his anger would allow him to speak. ‘“ Where are we?”
he repeated, looking round.

“ Seven hundred and seventy miles from Liverpool,”
replied Mr. Fogg calmly.

“ Pirate !” roared Andrew Speedy.

“ T requested your attendance, sir.”

“You robber !”

« Sir,” said Mr, Fogg, “I wish to ask you to sell me
your vessel.”

“ Never, by all the devils !”

“ Then I shall be obliged to burn her.”

“ Burn my ship ?”

“Ves, at least the upper works, as we are in want of
fuel.”

“ Burn my ship !” roared Captain Speedy ; “ why she
is worth fifty thousand dollars !”

““ Here are sixty thousand dollars,” replied Fogg, as
he offered him a roll of bank-notes.

This had a great effect upon Captain Speedy. In an
instant he forgot his anger, his incarceration, and all his
complaints. The ship was twenty years old, he would
make his fortune. The bomb would not burst after all.
Mr. Fogg had extinguished the fuze.

“T shall still keep the hulk, I suppose ?”

“The hulk and the engine are yours, Is it a
bargain ?”
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“Ves.” And Speedy, seizing the proffered money,
put it (speedily) into his pocket.

All this time Passe-partout was as pale as a ghost,
while Fix looked as if he were going into a fit. Twenty
thousand pounds expended, and the captain still pos-
sessed the hull and the machinery, the most valuable
portion of the vessel! It was true that fifty-five thousand
pounds had been stolen.

When Speedy had pocketed the money, Mr. Fogg
said to him: ‘Don’t be astonished at all this; you
must know that if I do not reach London on the 21st of
December, I shall lose twenty thousand pounds. Now
you see I lost the steamer at New York—you refused to
take me to Liverpool——”

“ And I was right,” replied the captain, “for I have
made twenty thousand dollars by the refusal.” Then he
added, more seriously :

“Do you know one thing, Captain——”

“ Fogg,” said that worthy. ,

“Captain Fogg; you’ve got a spice of the Yankee
in you!” And having paid him this compliment, as he
fancied, he was going below, when Fogg said, ‘“‘ Now the
vessel is mine !”

“Certainly; from truck to keelson—the wood I
mean !”

“Allright. Please have all the woodwork cut away
and burnt.”

It was absolutely necessary to burn the dry wood for
fuel; and that day the poop, cabin fittings, bunks, and
the spar-deck were consumed.
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Next day, the r9th December, they burned the masts
and spars. The crew worked with a will, and Passe-
partout sawed away as lustily as any ten men. Next day
the upper works disappeared, and the Henrietta was
then only a hulk. But on that day they sighted the
Fastnet Light and the Irish coast. By ten o’clock they
passed Queenstown. Phileas Fogg had now only twenty-
four hours left to reach Liverpool, even if he kept up
full-speed; and the steam was likely to give out
apparently.

“Sir,” said Speedy, who was now almost as much
interested as the rest, ‘I should really suggest your
giving up the game. Everything is against you. We
are only just passing Queenstown.”

“ Ah,” exclaimed Fogg, “is that Queenstown where
the lights are ?”

Se CS ia:

“‘ Cannot we enter the harbour ?”

“Not before three o’clock; the tide will not
serve.”

“Let us wait then,” said Fogg calmly, without
betraying any emotion that, by a last effort, he was about
to conquer his ill-luck.

Queenstown is the port at which the American mails
are landed, which are then forwarded to Dublin by an
express train, and from thence to Liverpool* by fast
steamers, thus gaining twelve hours upon the fastest
vessels.

Mr. Fogg calculated upon gaining this space of time,

* Holyhead.—7Z7ans.
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and so, instead of reaching Liverpool next evening, he
would be there at noon, and be able to reach London by
a quarter to nine P.M.

About one A.M. the Henrietta entered Queenstown,
and Mr. Fogg, exchanging a clasp of the hand with
Captain Speedy, left that personage upon the vessel, now
a mere hulk.

All the party went ashore at once. Fix was much
inclined to arrest Fogg on the spot, but refrained. Why?
Did he think he was mistaken after all? At any rate he
would not abandon Mr. Fogg. They all got into the
train at half-past one A.M., and were in Dublin at daybreak,
and immediately embarked on the mail-steamer which,
disdaining to ride over the waves, cut through
them. :

At twenty minutes to twelve (noon) Mr. Fogg dis-
embarked at Liverpool.* He was within six hours’ run
from London now.

But at that moment Fix approached him, and putting
his hand upon Mr. Foge’s shoulder, said ;

“ Are you really Phileas Fogg ?”

“Yes,” was the reply.

“Then I arrest you in the Queen’s name !”

* Holyhead.—7Z7ans,
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CHAPTER XXXIV.

In which Passe-partout uses Strong Language.

PHILEAS Focc was in prison. He had been shut up
in the Custom House, pending his removal to
London.

Passe-partout would have attacked Fix when he
arrested his master, had not some policemen prevented
him. Mrs. Aouda was quite upset by the occurrence,
which was quite unintelligible to her. Passe-partout
explained to her how it had come to pass, and the
young lady, who. was of course powerless, wept
bitterly.

Fix had merely done his duty, whether Mr. Fogg
was guilty or not guilty. The judge would decide
that.

It then occurred to Passe-partout that this was all
his fault. Why.had he not communicated the facts to
Mr. Fogg? He should have told him who Fix was and
his errand. Thus forewarned he could have given proofs
of his innocence, and at any rate the detective would
not in that case have travelled at Mr. Foge’s expense,
and arrested him the moment he landed. As he thought
of all this Passe-partout was ready to shoot himself.
Neither he nor Aouda lefi the Custom House, notwith-
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standing the cold weather. They were anxious to see
Mr. Fogg once more.

As for that gentleman he was completely ruined, and
at the very moment he had succeeded in his attempt.
The arrest was fatal. He had just eight hours and
forty-five minutes to reach the Reform Club, and six
hours would have sufficed to get to London,

Could anyone have seen Mr. Fogg they would have
found him seated calmly on a form in the Custom
House, as cool as ever. Resigned is scarcely the word
to apply to him, but to all appearance he was as unmoved
as ever. If he was raging within he did not betray any
symptoms of anger. Was it possible that he still
hoped to succeed?

At any rate he had carefully placed his watch on the
table before him, and was watching it intently. Nota
word escaped him, but his eyes wore a curious fixed
expression. Honest or not, he was caught and ruined.

Was he thinking of escape, did he think of looking
for an outlet? It was not unlikely, for every now and
then he got up and walked round the room. But the
door and window were both firmly closed and barred.
He sat down, and drawing his journal from his pocket,
read :

“ 21st December, Saturday, Liverpool.”
To this he added—

“ Hightieth day, 11.40 A.M.”
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Then he waited. The clock of the Custom House
struck one. Mr. Fogg perceived that his watch was two
minutes fast.

Two o’clock came! Admitting that he could at
that moment get into an express train, he might yet arrive
in London and reach the Reform Club in time.

At 2.33 he heard a noise outside of opening
doors. He could distinguish Passe-partout and Fix’s
voices. Mr. Foge’s eyes glittered. The door was
flung open and Mrs. Aouda, Fix, and Passe-partout
rushed in.

“Ah sir!” exclaimed Fix, hurrying up to the prisoner,
‘a thousand pardons—an unfortunate resemblance!
The true thief is arrested. You are free, free !”

Phileas Fogg was free. He walked quietly up to
the detective, looked him steadily in the’ face for a
second, and with a movement of his arm knocked him
down ! ‘

“Well hit!” exclaimed Passe-partout. “By jingo,
that’s a proper application of the art of self-
defence !”

Fix lay flat on the ground, and did not say a word.
He had only received his deserts. Mr. Fogg, Aouda,
and Passe-partout immediately quitted the Custom
House, jumped into a cab, and drove to the railway-
station.

Mr. Fogg inquired when there would be a train for
London. It was 2.40; the train had left five-and-thirty
minutes before. Mr. Fogg ordered a “special.”

There were plenty of engines capable of running
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at a high speed, but the train could not be got in readi-
ness before three. At that hour Mr. Fogg having said a
few words to the engine-driver respecting a certain
“tip,” was rushing up to London, accompanied by
Mrs. Aouda and his faithful Passe-partout.

The distance was accomplished in five hours and a
half, a very easy thing when the line is clear, but there
were some unavoidable delays, and when the special
arrived in London the clock pointed to ten minutes to
nine.

Thus Phileas Fogg, having accomplished -his journey
round the world, had returned five minutes tao late !

He had lost his wager.

CHAPTER XXXV.
Passe-partout obeys Orders quickly.

THE inhabitants of Saville Row would have been
astonished, next day, if they had been told that Mr. Fogg
had returned, for the doors and windows of his house
were still shut, and there was no change visible
exteriorly.
IN EIGHTY DAYS. 239

When he left the railway-station, Mr. Fogg had told
Passe-partout to purchase some provisions, and then
he quietly went home.

Mr. Fogg preserved his usual impassibility under the
trying circumstances; he was ruined, and all through
the fault of that blundering detective. After having
achieved his long journey, overcome a thousand obstacles,
braved a thousand dangers, and even found time to do
some good.on the way, to fail at the very moment
that success was certain was indeed terrible. A very
small portion remained to him of the large sum he had
taken away with him; his whole fortune was comprised
in the twenty thousand pounds deposited at Baring’s,
and that sum he owed to his colleagues at the club.
After having paid all expenses, even had he won he
would have been none the richer, and it is not likely he
wished to be richer, for he was one of those men who bet
for reputation; but this wager would ruin his altogether.
However, he had fully made up his mind what to do.

A room had been set aside for Aouda, who felt
Mr. Fogg’s ruin very deeply. From certain words she
had heard she understood he was meditating some
serious measures. Knowing that Englishmen of an
eccentric turn of mind sometimes commit suicide, Passe-
partout kept watch on his master unobserved ; but the
first thing the lad did was to extinguish the gas in his
room, which had been burning for eighty days. In the
letter-box he had found the gas company’s bill, and
thought it was quite time to put a stop to such an
expense,
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The night passed. Mr. Fogg went to bed, but it is
doubtful whether he slept. Aouda was quite unable to
rest, and Passe-partout kept watch like a dog at his
master’s door.

Next day, Mr. Fogg told him, shortly, to attend to
Mrs. Aouda’s breakfast, while he would have a cup of
tea and a chop. He excused himself from joining
Aouda at meals on the plea of putting his affairs in order,
and it was not till evening that he asked for an interview
with the young lady.

Passe-partout having received his orders had only to
obey them, but he found it impossible to leave his
master’s room. His heart was full, his conscience was
troubled with remorse, for he could not help blaming
himself for the disaster. If he had only warned his
master about Fix, Mr. Fogg would not have brought the
detective to Liverpool, and then——

Passe-partout could hold out no longer.

“Oh, Mr. Fogg !” he exclaimed, “do you not curse
me? It is all my fault——”

“T blame no one,” replied Phileas Fogg, in his usual
calm tone. ‘Go !”

Passe-partout quitted the room and sought Mrs.
Aouda, to whom he delivered his message.

“Madam,” he added, “I am powerless. I have no
influence over my master’s mind; perhaps you may
have.”

“What influence can I have?” she replied;
“Mr. Fogg will submit to no one. Has he really ever
understood how grateful Iam to him? Has he ever read
IN EIGHTY DAYS. 241

my heart? , He must not be left alone an instant. You
say he is going to see me this evening ?”

“Yes, madam. No doubt to make arrangements
for your sojourn in England.”

“Let us wait, then,” replied the young lady, becoming
suddenly thoughtful.

So, through all that Sunday, the house in Saville Row
appeared uninhabited ; and for the first time since he
had lived in it, Phileas Fogg did not go to his club as
Big Ben was striking half-past eleven.

And why should he go to the Reform Club? His
friends did not expect him. As he had not appeared
in time to win the wager, it was not necessary for him
to go to the bank and draw his twenty thousand
pounds. His antagonists had his blank cheque; it
only remained for them to fill it up and present it for
payment.

As Mr. Fogg, then, had no object in going out, he
stayed in his room and arranged his business matters.
Passe-partout was continually running up and down
stairs, and thought the day passed very slowly. He
listened at his master’s door, and did not think it
wrong ; he looked through the keyhole, for every instant
he feared some catastrophe. Sometimes he thought of
Fix, but without any animosity. Fix, like everyone else,
had been mistaken, and had only done his duty in
following Mr. Fogg, while he (Passe-partout)——-__ The
thought haunted him, and he thought himself the most
wretched of men.

He was so unhappy that he could not bear to

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remain alone, so he knocked at Mrs. Aouda’s sitting-
room, and, permitted to enter, sat down in a corner,
without speaking. She, too, was very pensive.

About half-past seven Mr. Fogg asked permission to
go in; he took a chair and sat close by the fireplace,
opposite to the young lady; he betrayed no emotion—
the Fogg who had come back was the same as the Fogg
who had gone away. There was the same calmness, the
same impassibility.

For five minutes he did not speak, then he said:
“Madam, can you forgive me for having brought you
to England 2”

“JT, Mr. Fogg!” exclaimed Mrs. Aouda, trying to
check the beating of her heart.

“Pray allow me to finish,” continued Mr. Fogg,
‘When I asked you to come to this country I was rich,
and had determined to place a portion of my fortune at
your disposal. You would have been free and happy.
Now I am ruined.”

“T know it, Mr. Fogg,” she replied ; “and I, in my
turn, have to ask your pardon for having followed you,
and, who knows, retarded you, and thus contributed to
your ruin.”

“You could not have remained in India,” replied
Mr. Fogg, ‘and your safety was only assured by taking
you quite away from those fanatics who wished to arrest
you.” :

“So, Mr. Fogg,” she replied, “not satisfied with
having saved me from death, you wished to insure my
comfort in a foreign country.”
IN EIGHTY DAYS. 243

“T did,” replied Fogg ; “but fate was unpropitious.
However, I wish to place at your disposal the little I
have left.”

“ But,” she exclaimed, “ what will become of you,
Mr. Fogg >?”

“Of me, madam? Iam in want of nothing.”

‘* But,” she continued, “how can you bear to look
upon the fate in store for you ?”

“ As I always look at everything,” replied Mr. Fogg ;
“in the best way I can.”

“At any rate,” said Aouda, “your friends will not
permit you to want anything.”

“T have no friends, madam.”

“ Vour relations, then.”

“T have no relations now.”

“Oh then indeed I pity you, Mr. Fogg.. Solitude
is a terrible thing. Not a single person to whom
you can confide your sorrow? Though they say
that even grief, shared with another, is more easily
supported.”

“So they say, madam.”

“Myr. Fogg,” said Aouda, rising and extending her
hand tod him, ‘‘do you care to possess at the same
time a relative and a friend? Will you take me for
your wife P”

Mr. Fogg had risen also. There was an unusual
gleam in his eyes, and his lips trembled. Aouda looked
at him. In this regard of a noble woman, who had
dared everything to save the man to whom she owed her
life, her sincerity, firmness, and sweetness were all

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244 ROUND THE WORLD

apparent. He was at first astonished, and then com-
pletely overcome. For a moment his eyes closed, as if
to avoid her glance, and when he opened them again he
said simply :

“T love you. By all I hold sacred, I love you
dearly ; and I am yours for ever.”

“ Ah !” exclaimed Mrs. Aouda, as she pressed her
hand upon her bosom.

Passe-partout was immediately summoned. Mr. Fogg
was still holding the lady’s hand. Passe-partout under-
stood it all, and his face became radiant.

Mr. Fogg asked him if it were too late to notify the
Rev. Samuel Wilson, of Marylebone Church, about the
wedding.

Passe-partout smiled, as he replied, “It is never too
late.” It was then five minutes past eight.

“Will the wedding take place to-morrow, Monday ?”
he said.

“ Shall we say to-morrow?” asked Mr. Fogg, turning
to Aouda.

“Tf you please,” she replied, blushing.

Passe-partout hurried away as fast as he could go.
IN EIGHTY DAYS. 245

CHAPTER XXXVI.

In which Phileas Fogg’s Name is once again at a Premium on the
Exchange.

Ir is now time to say something of the change which
English opinion underwent when the true bank robber,
one James Strand, was arrested in Edinburgh on the
17th of December.

Three days before Fogg was a criminal, followed by
the police; now he was a gentleman, who had only
been taking an eccentric journey round the world.
There was great discussion in the papers, and those
who had laid wagers for or against Mr. Fogg rose once
more as if by magic. The “ Fogg Bonds” were once
more negotiated, and Phileas Fogg’s name was at a
premium.

The members of the Reform Club passed those three
days in great discomfort. Would Phileas Fogg, whom
they had forgotten, return? Where was he on that
17th of December, which was the seventy-sixth day
after his departure, and they had had no news of
him? Had he given in, and renounced the struggle,
or was he continuing the journey at a more reason-
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able rate, and would he appear on Saturday, the 21st
of December, at a quarter to nine in the evening, as
agreed upon?

We cannot depict the intense agitation which moved
all classes of society during those three days. Telegrams
were sent to America and Asia for news of Mr. Fogg,
and people were sent, morning and night, to Saville
Row ; but there was no news. Even the police did not
know what had become of Fix. But all these things
did not prevent bets being made, even to a greater
amount than formerly. Bonds were quoted no longer
at a hundred per cent. discount, but went up to ten
and five ; and even old Lord Albemarle was betting at
evens.

So that Saturday night a great crowd was assembled
in Pall Mall and the Reform Club. Traffic was im-
peded; disputes, arguments, and bets were raging in
every direction. The police had the greatest difficulty
to keep back the crowd, and as the hour when Mr. Fogg
was due approached, the excitement rose to fever-
heat.

That evening that gentleman’s five friends had
assembled in the drawing-room of the club. There were
the two bankers, John Sullivan and Samuel Fallentin ;
Andrew Stuart, the engineer; Gauthier Ralph, the
director of the Bank of England ; and Thomas Flanagan,
the brewer; all awaiting Mr. Fogg’s return with the
greatest anxiety.

At twenty minutes past eight Stuart rose and said:
IN EIGHTY DAYS. 247

“Gentlemen, in twenty-five minutes the time agreed
upon will have expired.”

“ At what time was the last train due from Liver-
pool?” asked Flanagan.

“At 7.23,” replied Ralph ; “and the next does not
arrive till past midnight.”

“Well, then, gentlemen,” replied Stuart, “if Mr.
Fogg had arrived by the 7.23, he would have been
here before now, so we may look upon the bet as
won.”

“Do not be in too great a hurry,” replied Fallentin.
“You know that our friend is very eccentric, and his
punctuality is proverbial. I, for one, shall be astonished
if he does not turn up at the last minute.”

“For my part,” said Stuart, who was very nervous,
“if I should see him I could not believe it was
he.”
“Tn fact,” replied Flanagan, “Mr. Foge’s project
was insane. No matter how punctual he may be, he
cannot prevent some delay; and a day or two would
throw all his arrangements out of gear.”

“And you will remark besides,” said Sullivan, “ that
we have not received any news from him all the time he
has been away, although there are telegraphs all along
his route.”

“He has lost, gentlemen,” said Stuart, “a hundred
times over. The only ship he could have come by and
been in time was the Cénza, and she arrived yesterday.
Here is a list of the passengers, and Phileas Fogg’s
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name is not included. On the most favourable
computation our friend can scarcely have reached
America. I do not expect him for the next twenty
days, and my Lord Albemarle will lose his five thousand
pounds.”

“Then we have nothing to do,” replied Ralph, “ but
to present his cheque at Baring’s to-morrow.”

The hands of the clock were then pointing to twenty
minutes to nine.

“ Five minutes more,” said Stuart.

The five friends looked at each other. One could
almost hear their hearts beating, for it must be confessed
that even for such seasoned players the stakes were
pretty high, but they did not wish their anxiety to be
remarked, and on Fallentin’s suggestion, they sat down
to whist.

“T would not give up my four thousand pounds,”
said Stuart as he sat down, “if anyone were to
offer me three thousand nine hundred and _ninety-
nine.”

The clock pointed to eighteen minutes to nine.

The players took up their cards, but kept looking at
the clock. No matter how safe they felt, the minutes
had never appeared so long.

8,43,” said Flanagan, as he cut the pack Ralph
passed to him. .

At that moment the silence was profound, but the
cries of the crowd outside soon rose again. The clock
beat out the seconds with mathematical regularity, and
IN EIGHTY DAYS. 249

each of the players checked every tick of the pen-
dulum.

“8.44,” said Sullivan, in a voice which betrayed his
nervousness.

One minute more and they would have won their
bet. They laid down their cards and counted the
seconds.

At the fortieth second no news; at the fiftieth still
nothing. At the fifty-fifth second a loud roar was heard
from the street mingled with cheers and oaths.

All the players rose simultaneously.

At the fifty-seventh second the door of the room was
thrust open, and before the pendulum had marked the
minute Phileas Fogg advanced into the room, followed
to the door by an excited crowd who had forced their
way in, and he said in his usual calm tone,

“ Here I am, gentlemen.”
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CHAPTER XXXVIL

Showing how Phileas Fogg gained only Happiness by his Tour round
the World.

YEs, it was Phileas Fogg in person.

Our readers will recollect that at five minutes after
eight that evening—about twenty-five hours after our
travellers’ arrival in London—Passe-partout had been
requested to arrange about a certain marriage with the
Rev. Samuel Wilson. Passe-partout had gone on his
mission rejoicing, but the clergyman was not at home.
He naturally waited, but he was kept at least twenty
minutes. CEE

It was 8.35 when he left the clergyman’s house, but
what a state he was in! His hair was disordered, he
ran home without his hat, overturning the passers-by as
he went rushing along the pathway.

In three minutes he was back in Saville Row, and he
rushed breathlessly into Mr. Fogg’s room.

He was unable to speak.

“What is the matter?” asked Mr. Fogg.

“ Oh, sir—the marriage—impossible.”

“ Impossible ?”

“ Tmpossible for to-morrow.”
IN EIGHTY DAYS. 251

“Why so?”

“ Because to-morrow is—Sunday.”

“It is Monday,” said Mr. Fogg.

“No, to-day is Saturday.”

“Saturday ? impossible.”

“Tt is, it is !” exclaimed Passe-partout. “You have
made a mistake of one day. We arrived twenty-four
hours before our time, but we have only ten minutes left
now.”

As he spoke Passe-partout fairly dragged his master
out of his chair.

Phileas Fogg, thus seized, had no choice. He
rushed downstairs, jumped into a cab, promised the
driver a hundred pounds, ran over two dogs, came
into collision with five cabs, and reached the Reform
Club at 8.45.

So Phileas Fogg had accomplished the journey
round the world in eighty days, and had won his bet of
twenty thousand pounds.

Now how was it that such a methodical man could
have made a mistake of a day? How could he imagine
that he had got back on Saturday the 21st when it
was really Friday the zoth, seventy-nine days after his
departure P ;

The reason is very simple.

Phileas Fogg had unconsciously gained a day,
simply because he journeyed always eastward, whereas,
had he journeyed westward, he would have lost a
day. ,
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In fact, travelling towards the east, he had gone
towards the south, and consequently the days got shorter
as many times four minutes as he crossed degrees in
that direction. There are three hundred and sixty
degrees, and these multiplied by four minutes give
exactly twenty-four hours; that is the day Fogg gained.
In other words, while Phileas Fogg, going east, saw the
sun pass the meridian eighty times, his friends in
London only saw it seventy-nine times, and that is why
on that day, which was Saturday, and not Sunday, as
Mr. Fogg thought, they expected him at the Reform
Club.

Passe-partout’s wonderful watch, which had always
kept London time, would have confirmed this had
it only marked the days as well as the hours and
minutes.

So Phileas Fogg had won his twenty thousand
pounds, but as he had expended nearly nineteen
thousand pounds, his gain was small. “However, he had
not bet for money. He actually divided the thousand
pounds that remained between honest Passe-partout and
the unfortunate Fix, against whom he bore no malice.
But from Passe-partout’s share he deducted, on principle,
the cost of the gas which had been burning for one
thousand nine hundred and twenty hours. That same
evening Mr. Fogg, as tranquilly as ever, said to Aouda,
“Ts the prospect of our marriage still agreeable to
you?”

“ Mr. Fogg,” she replied, “it is I who ought to have
IN EIGHTY DAYS. . 253

asked you that question. You were ruined then, but
now you are rich.”

“Excuse me, madam,” he replied, “this fortune
belongs to you. If you had not thought of the
wedding, my servant would never have gone to see
Mr. Wilson, and I should not have found out my
mistake,”

“Dear Mr. Fogg,” said the young lady.

‘My dearest Aouda,” replied Phileas Fogg.

The marriage took place forty-eight hours afterwards,
and Passe-partout, beaming and resplendent, gave the
bride away. Had he not saved her life, and was he not
entitled to the honour ?

On the wedding morning Passe-partout knocked at
his master’s door.

“‘ What is the matter, Passe-partout ?”

“Well, sir, I have just this moment found out that
we might have gone round the world in seventy-eight
days only.”

“No doubt,” replied Mr. Fogg, “if we had not
crossed India; but if I had not crossed India we
should not have rescued Mrs. Aouda, and she would
never have been my wife.”

And Mr. Fogg shut the door quietly.

So Phileas Fogg won his wager, and made the tour
of the world in eighty days. To do this he had made
use of every means of transport—steamers, railways,
carriages, yacht, trading-ship, sledges, and elephants.
That eccentric gentleman had displayed all through his
254 ROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

most marvellous qualities of coolness and exactness; and
after all what had he really gained? What had he
brought back ?

“Nothing,” do you say? Well, perhaps so, if a
charming woman is nothing, who, however extraordinary
it may appear, made him the happiest of men.

And in truth, reader, would not you go round the
world for less than that?

THE END.

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Little Drummer: A Tale
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Frank. By Maria Edge-

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Harry and Lucy, Little
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Anchor of Hope ; or, New
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Holidays at Limewood,

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The Island of the Rain-
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Max Frere; or, Return
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Florence the Orphan.

The Castle and Cottage.
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Fabulous Histories. By
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Mrs. Barbauld’s Lessons.

Traditions of Palestine.
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On the Sea. By Afiss
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Games and Sports.

The Young Angler.

Athletic Sports.

Games of Skill.

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Boy Life on the Water.

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Mary Bell. By Yacod Ab-
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Mr. Rutherford’s Children.
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Rose and Lillie Stanhope.
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Magdalene and Raphael.

The Story ofa Mouse. By
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Our Charlie. By Mrs.
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Nelly, the Gipsy Girl.

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Stories for Week Days and
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The Rose in the Desert.
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The Little Black Hen. By
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Martha and Rachael.
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The Angel of the Iceberg.
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Tales in Short Words. .

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Ellen Leslie.

Jessie Graham.

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Blind Alice.

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Rumpelstiltskin.

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Nursery Rhymes.

My Mother.

The Forty Thieves.

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Cinderella.

Valentine and Orson.

Puss in Boots.

Old Mother Hubbard.

The Absurd A B C,

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Peacock at Home,

Sleeping Beauty.

The Toy Primer.

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Anne and her Mamma.

Jack the Giant Killer.
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Cock Sparrow.

Queer Characters.
Aésop’s Fables.

The Robin’s Christmas

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The Lion’s Reception:
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Goody Two Shoes.
Beauty and the Beast.



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The Yellow Dwarf.

Aladdin,

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