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Around the world in eighty days

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Around the world in eighty days
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Tour du monde en quatrevingts jours
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Verne, Jules, 1828-1905
Towle, George M ( George Makepeace ), 1841-1893
D'Anvers, N., d. 1933
Pannemaker, Adolphe François, b. 1822
Dumont, Louis-Philippe, 1765-1853
Sampson Low, Marston, Searle & Rivington
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A wager by the eccentric and mysterious Englishman Phileas Fogg that he can circle the globe in just eighty days initiates this marvelous travelogue and exciting suspense story.
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Illustrations engraved by Dumont and Pannemaker.
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by Jules Verne ; translated by Geo. M. Towle and N. D'Anvers.

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PHILEAS FOGG. |






AROUND THE WORLD IN
EIGHTY DAYS.

BY
JULES VERNE,

AUTHOR OF ‘‘TWENTY THOUSAND LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA.”

TRANSLATED BY

GEO. M. TOWLE anp N. D’ANVERS.

AUTHOR'S ILLUSTRATED EDITION.

Lonvor:
SAMPSON LOW, MARSTON, SEARLE, & RIVINGTON,
CROWN BUILDINGS, 188, FLEET STREET.
1876.
(AU rights reserved. ]



LIST OF AUTHOR'S EDITIONS OF

JULES VERNE’S BOOKS.

Illustrated Editions, ix boards, 1s.; in cloth, gilt, 2s,

"ADVENTURES OF THREE ENGLISHMEN AND THREE
RUSSIANS IN SOUTH AFRICA,

*FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON.

. Ce ee THE EARTH TO THE MOON,
AROUND THE MOON.

*AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

*TWENTY THOUSAND LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA.
2 vols., 1s. each, and in one yol., cloth, 3s. 6d.

,J& FLOATING CITY.

|THE BLOCKADE RUNNERS,

,_(& WINTER AMID THE ICE, &e.

“Lor. OX AND MASTER ZACHARIUS.
MARTIN PAZ, THE INDIAN PATRIOT.

The following and those marked thus (*) above are also issued in a
larger size, cloth ewtra, gilt edges, with all the original Illustrations, at
Zs. 6d. or 10s. 6d. each.

THE MYSTERIOUS ISLAND. In 8 vols., 7s. 6d. each,

THE SURVIVORS OF THE CHANCELLOR AND MARTIN
PAZ. 7s. 6d. ;

THE FUR COUNTRY. 10s. 6d.



Lonvan:

SAMPSON LOW, MARSTON, SEARLE, & RIVINGTON,
CROWN BUILDINGS, 188, FLEET STREET.



CONTENTS.

—_—_.—_—
CHAPTER I,
In which Phileas Fogg and Passepartout accept each other, the one
as master, the other as man . . . . . .
_ CHAPTER IL
In which Passepartout is convinced that he has at last found his
ideal . . . . . . . 7 . . .

CHAPTER IIT.

In which a conversation takes place which seems likely to cost
Phileas Fogg dear . . . . . . . .

CHAPTER IV.
In which Phileas Fogg astounds Passepartout, his servant .- .

CHAPTER V.
In which a new species of funds, unknown to the monied men,
appearson’Change =. . «© «© «© © «© «¢

CHAPTER VI.
In which Fix, the detective, betrays a very natural impatience.

CHAPTER VII.

Which once more demonstrates the uselessness of passports as. aids
to detectives. ° . . . . . . . .

CHAPTER VIII.
In which Passepartout talks rather more, perhaps, than is prudent

CHAPTER IX.

In which the Red Sea and the Indian Ocean prove propitious to
the designs of Phileas Fogg . . . . ’ . .

PAGS

13

16

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24

27



vi CONTENTS,

CHAPTER X. PAGE
In which Passepartout is only too glad to get off with the loss of
his shoes, . . . . . . 8 43
CHAPTER XI.
In which Phileas Fogg secures a curious means of conveyance at a
fabulous price e+ 7 . ° . . . 47
CHAPTER XII.
In which Phileas Fogg and his companions venture across the
Indian forests, and what ensued . 7 . . 54
: CHAPTER: XIII.
In which Passepartout receives a new proof that fortune favours
the brave. . . 7 . . . . . - 59
CHAPTER XIV.
In 1 which Phileas Fogg descends the whole length of the beautiful
valley of the Ganges, without ever thinking of seeing it . 67
CHAPTER XV:
In which the bag of bank-notes disgorges some thousands of pounds
more . 7 7 a . : . . 7 » 74
CHAPTER XVI.
In which Fix does not seem to understand in the least what is said
to him . ° . . *. . . . . . » 79°
. CHAPTER XVII.
Showing what happened on the voyage from Singapore to Hong
-- Kong. ° . . . . . ee » oe 84
CHAPTER XVIII.
" which Phileas Fogg; Passepartout, and Fix go each about his
~ business 5 : ° . : se . - 88
CHAPTER XIX.
In which Passepartout takes a too great interest int his master, and
what comes of it . 92
CHAPTER XX. .
In which Fix comes face to face with Phileas Fogg . -. - 98



CONTENTS, vii

CHAPTER XX1. PAGE
In which the master of the ‘‘Tankadere” runs great risk of losing
a reward of two hundred pounds . . . . . + 103

CHAPTER XXII.

In which Passepartout finds out that, even at the antipodes, it is
convenient to have some money in one’s pocket. . - 110

CHAPTER XXIII

In which Passepartout’s nose becomes outrageously long 7 » 15

CHAPTER XXIV.
During which Mr. Fogg and party cross the Pacific Ocean . » 123

CHAPTER XXV. .
In which a slight glimpse is had of San Francisco . . - 128

CHAPTER XXVI.
In which Phileas Fogg and party travel by the Pacific Railroad . 133

CHAPTER XXVII.

In which Passepartout undergoes, at a speed of twenty miles an
hour, a course of Mormon history . 7 . . . - 137

CHAPTER XXVIII.
In which Passepartout does not enced in making anybody listen
toreason . . : . ‘ . . . . + 143

CHAPTER XXIX.

In which certain incidents are narrated which are only to be met
with on American railroads . 7 : . 7 . - I51

CHAPTER XXX.
In which Phileas Fogg simply does his duty . .

158

CHAPTER XXXI.
In which Fix the detective considerably furthers the interests of
Phileas Fog: . 7 7 . . . . . » 163

CHAPTER XXXII.
In which Phileas Fogg engages in a direct struggle with bad
fortune 7 . . : . . . 7 . - 170



vili CONTENTS,

. CHAPTER XXXIII. PAGE

In which Phileas Fogg shows himself equal to the occasion . ° 174
CHAPTER XXXIV.

In which Phileas Fogg at last reaches London. ° ». + 180
CHAPTER XXXV.

In which Phileas Fogg does not have to repeat his orders to
Passepartout twice . . . 8 . - 183

CHAPTER XXXVI.
In which Phileas Fogg’s name is once more at a premium on
*Change . . . . . . . . - 187

; CHAPTER XXXVII.
In which it is shown that Phileas Fogg gained nothing by his
tour around the world, unless it were happiness. . - 190

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.



Phileas Fogg . . . . . . . « Lvontispiece
Detective Fix. . . . . . "oe . + 30
There was a cry of terror. . . . . oe - 65
Passepartout not at all frightened . . . . . - 72
The monument collapsed like a castle of cards. . . . 121
The bridge, completely ruined, fell with a crash . ‘ . » 149

And sometimes a pack of prairie wolves 7 . e168



AROUND THE WORLD IN
EIGHEY DAYS:



CHAPTER I.

IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AND PASSEPARTOUT ACCEPT EACH
OTHER, THE ONE AS MASTER, THE OTHER AS MAN.

Mr. PHILEAS FocG lived, in 1872, at No. 7, Saville Row,
Burlington Gardens, the house in which Sheridan died in 1814.
He was one of the most noticeable members of the Reform
Club, though he seemed always to avoid attracting attention ;
an enigmatical personage, about whom little was known, except
that he was a polished man of the world. People said that he
resembled Byron,—at least that his head was Byronic; but he
was a bearded, tranquil Byron, who might live on a thousand
years without growing old.

Certainly an Englishman, it was more doubtful whether
Phileas Fogg was a Londoner. He was never seen on ’Change,
nor at the Bank, nor in the counting-rooms of the “ City;” no
ships ever came into London docks of which. he was the owner;
he had no public employment; he had never been entered at
any of the Inns of Court, either at the Temple, or Lincoln’s
Inn, or Gray’s Inn; nor had his voice ever resounded in the
Court of Chancery, or in the Exchequer, or the Queen’s Bench,
or the Ecclesiastical Courts. He certainly was not a manufac-
turer; nor was he a merchant or a gentleman farmer. His
name was strange to the scientific and learned societies, and he
never was known to take part in the sage deliberations of the
Royal Institution or the London Institution, the Artisan’s Asso-
ciation or the Institution of Arts and Sciences. He belonged,
in fact, to none of the numerous societies which swarm in the



Io AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

English capital, from the Harmonic to that of the Entomolo-
gists, founded mainly for the purpose of abolishing pernicious
insects. ;

Phileas Fogg was a member of the Reform, and that was all.

The way in which he got admission to this exclusive club was
simple enough.

He was recommended by the Barings, with whom he had an
open credit. His checks were regularly paid at sight from his
account current, which was always flush.

Was Phileas Fogg rich? Undoubtedly. But those who knew
him best could not imagine how he had made his fortune, and
Mr. Fogg was the last person to whom to apply for the infor-
mation. He was not lavish, nor, on the contrary, avaricious ;
for whenever he knew that money was needed for a noble,
useful, or benevolent purpose, he supplied it quietly, and some-
times anonymously. He was, in short, the least communicative
ofmen. He talked very little, and seemed all the more myste-
rious for his taciturn manner. His daily habits were quite open
to observation ; but whatever he did was so exactly the same
thing that he had always done before, that the wits of the curious
were fairly puzzled.

Had he travelled? It was likely, for no one seemed to know
the world more familiarly ; there was no spot so secluded that
he did not appear to have an intimate acquaintance with it. He
often corrected, with a few clear words, the thousand conjectures
advanced by members of the club as to lost and unheard-of
travellers, pointing out the true probabilities, and seeming as if
gifted with a sort of second sight, so often did events justify his
predictions. He must have travelled everywhere, at least in the
spirit.

It was at least certain that Phileas Fogg had not absented
himself from London for many years. Those who were honoured
by a better acquaintance with him than the rest, declared that
nobody could pretend to have ever seen him anywhere else.
His sole pastimes were reading the papers and playing whist.
He often won at this game, wsich, as a silent one, harmonized
with his nature; but his winnings never went into his purse,
being reserved as a fund for his charities. Mr. Fogg played,
not to win, but for the sake of playing. The game was in his
eyes a contest, a struggle with a difficulty, yet a motionless, un-
wearying struggle, congenial to his tastes.



AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. It

Phileas Fogg was not known to have either wife or children,
which may happen to the most honest people ; either relatives
or near friends, which is certainly more unusual. He lived
alone in his house in Saville Row, whither none penetrated. A
single domestic sufficed to serve him. He breakfasted and
dined at the club, at hours mathematically fixed, in the same
room, at the same table, never taking his meals with other
members, much less bringing a guest with him ; and went home
at exactly midnight, only to retire at once to bed. He never
used the cosy chambers which the Reform provides for its
favoured members. He passed ten hours out of the twenty-four
in Saville Row, either in sleeping or making his toilet. When
he chose to take a walk, it was with a regular step in the entrance
hall with its mosaic flooring, or in the circular gallery with its
dome supported by twenty red porphyry Ionic columns, and
illumined by blue painted windows. When he breakfasted or
dined, all the resources of the club—its kitchens and pantries,
its buttery and dairy—aided to crowd his table with their most
succulent stores ; he was served by the gravest waiters, in dress
coats, and shoes with swan-skin soles, who proffered the viands
in special porcelain, and on the finest linen; club decanters, of
a lost mould, contained his sherry, his port, and his cinnamon-
spiced claret ; while his beverages were refreshingly cooled with
ice, brought at great cost from the American lakes.

If to live in this style is to be eccentric, it must be confessed
that there is something good in eccentricity !

The mansion in Saville Row, though not sumptuous, was
exceedingly comfortable. The habits of its occupant were such
as to demand but little from the sole domestic; but Phileas
Fogg required him to be almost superhumanly prompt and
regular. On this very 2nd of October he had dismissed James
Forster, because that luckless youth had brought him shaving-
water at eighty-four degrees Fahrenheit instead of eighty-six ;
and he was awaiting his successor, who was due at the house
between eleven and half-past.

Phileas Fogg was seated squarely in his arm-chair, his feet
close together like those of a grenadier on parade, his hands
resting on his knees, his body straight, his head erect ; he was
steadily watching a complicated clock which indicated the
hours, the minutes, the seconds, the days, the months, and the
years. At exactly half-past eleven M#. Fosg would, accord-



12 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS,

ing to his daily habit, quit Saville Row, and repair to the
Reform.

A rap at this moment sounded on the door of the cosy apart-
ment where Phileas Fogg was seated, and James Forster, the
dismissed servant, appeared.

“The new servant,” said he.

A young man of thirty advanced and nea

“You are a Frenchman, I believe,” asked Phileas Fogg, “and
your name is John: 2”

“Jean, if monsieur pleases,” replied the new-comer, “Jean
Passepartout, a surname which has clung to me because I have
a natural aptness for going out of one business into another. I
believe I’m honest, monsieur, but, to be outspoken, I’ve had
several trades. I’ve been an itinerant singer, a circus-rider,
when I used to vault like Leotard, and dance on a rope like
Blondin. Then I got.to be a professor of gymnastics, so as to
make better use of my talents; and then I was a sergeant fire-
man at Paris, and assisted at many a big fire. But I quitted
France five years ago, and, wishing to ‘taste the sweets of
domestic life, took service as a valet here in England. Finding
myself out of place, and hearing that Monsieur Phileas Fogg was
the most exact and settled gentleman in the United Kingdom, I
have come to monsieur in the hope of living with him a tranquil
life, and forgetting even the name of Passepartout.”

“ Passepartout suits me,” responded Mr, Fogg. “You are
well recommended to me; I hear a good report of you. You
know my conditions?” ..

“Yes, monsieur.”
“Good. What time is it?”

“Twenty-two minutes after eleven,” returned Passepartout,
drawing an enormous silver watch from the depths of his
pocket.

“ You are too slow,” said Mr. Fogg.

“Pardon me, monsieur, it is impossible—”

“You are four minutes too slow. . No matter; it’s enough
to mention the error. Now from this moment, twenty-nine
minutes after eleven, a.m., this Wednesday, October 2nd, you
are in my service.”

Phileas Fogg got up, took his hat in his left hand, put it on
his head with an automatic motion, and went off without a
word.



AROUND [HE WORLD IN #£IGHTY DAYS. 13

Passepartout heard the street door shut once ; it was his new
master going out. He heard it shut again; it was his prede-
cessor, James Forster, departing in his turn. Passepartout
remained alone in the house in Saville Row.

CHAPTER Ii.

IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT IS CONVINCED THAT HE IAS AT
LAST FOUND HIS IDEAL,

“ FAITH,” muttered Passepartout, somewhat flurried, “I’ve seen
people at Madame Tussaud’s as lively as my new master !”

Madame Tussaud’s “people,” let it be said, are of wax, and
are much visited in London; speech is all that is wanting to
make them human. :

During his brief interview with Mr. Fogg, Passepartout had
been carefully observing him. He appeared to be a man about
forty years of age, with fine, handsome features, and a tall, well-
shaped figure ; his hair and whiskers were light, his forehead
compact and unwrinkled, his face rather pale, his teeth magni-
ficent. His countenance possessed in the highest degree what
physiognomists call “repose in action,” a quality of those who
act rather than talk. Calm and phlegmatic, with a clear eye,
Mr. Fogg seemed a perfect type of that English composure
which Angelica Kauffmann has so skilfully represented on
canvas. Seen in the various phases of his daily life, he gave
the idea of being perfectly well-balanced, as exactly regulated
as a Leroy chronometer. Phileas Fogg was, indeed, exactitude
personified, and this was betrayed even in the expression of his
very hands and feet; for in men, as well as in animals, the
limbs themselves are expressive of the passions.

He was so exact that he was never in a hurry, was always
ready, and was economical alike of his steps and his. motions,
He never took one step too many, and always went to his
destination by the shortest cut ; he made no superfluous gestures,
and was never seen to be moved or agitated. He was the most
deliberate person in the world, yet always reached his destina-
tion at the exact moment.



14 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

He lived alone, and, so to speak, outside of every social
relation; and as he knew that in this world account must be
taken of friction, and that friction retards, he never rubbed
against anybody.

As for Passepartout, he was a true Parisian of Paris. Since
he had abandoned his own country for England, taking service
as a valet, he had in vain searched for a master after his own
heart. Passepartout was by no means one of those pert dunces
depicted by Moliére, with a bold gaze and a nose held high in
the air; he was an honest fellow, with a pleasant face, lips a
trifle protruding, soft-mannered and serviceable, with a good
round head, such as one likes to see on the shoulders of a friend.
His eyes were blue, his complexion rubicund, his figure almost
portly and well built, his body muscular, and his physical powers
fully developed by the exercises of his younger days. His
brown hair was somewhat tumbled; for while the ancient
sculptors are said to have known eighteen methods of arranging
Minerva’s tresses, Passepartout was familiar with but one of
dressing his own : three strokes of a large-tooth comb completed
his toilet. .

It would be rash to predict how Passepartout’s lively nature
would agree with Mr. Fogg. It was impossible to tell whether
the new servant would turn out as absolutely methodical as his
master required; experience alone could solve the question.
Passepartout had been a sort of vagrant in his early years, and
now yearned for repose; but so far he had failed to find it,
though he had already served in ten English houses. But he
could not take root in any of these; with chagrin he found his
masters invariably whimsical and irregular, constantly running
about the country, or on the look-out for adventure. His last
master, young Lord Longferry, Member of Parliament, after
passing his nights in the Haymarket taverns, was too often
brought home in the morning on policemen’s shoulders. Passe-
partout, desirous of respecting the gentleman whom he served,
ventured a mild remonstrance on such conduct; which being ill
received, he took his leave. Hearing that Mr. Phileas Fogg
was looking for a servant, and that his life was one of unbroken
regularity, that he neither travelled nor stayed from home over-
night, he felt sure that this would be the place he was
after. He presented himself, and was accepted, as has been
seen.



AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 15

At half-past eleven then, Passcpartout found himself alone in
the house in Saville Row. He began its inspection without
delay, scouring it from cellar to garret. So clean, well-arranged,
solemn a mansion pleased him ; it seemed to him like a snail’s
shell, lighted and warmed by gas, which sufficed for both these
purposes. When Passepartout reached the second story, he
recognized at once the room which he was to inhabit, and he
was well satisfied with it. Electric bells and speaking-tubes
afforded communication with the lower stories; while on the
mantel stood an electric clock, precisely like that in Mr.
Fogg’s bedchamber, both beating the same second’at the same
instant. “That’s good, that’ll do,” said Passepartout to
himself. : :

He suddenly observed, hung over the clock, a card which,
upon inspection, proved to be a programme of the daily routine
of the house. It comprised all that was required of the servant,
from eight in the morning, exactly at which hour Phileas Fogg
rose, till half-past eleven, when he left the house for the Reform
Club,—all the details of service, the tea and toast at twenty-three
minutes past eight, the shaving-water at thirty-seven minutes
past nine, and the toilet at twenty minutes before ten. Every-
thing was regulated and foreseen that was to be done from half-
past eleven a.m. till midnight, the hour at which the methodical
gentleman retired.

Mr. Fogg’s wardrobe was amply supplied and in the best
taste. Each pair of trowsers, coat, and vest bore a number,
indicating the time of year and season at which they were in
turn to be laid out for wearing; and the same system was
applied to the master’s shoes. In short, the house in Saville
Row, which must have been a very temple of disorder and
unrest under the illustrious but dissipated Sheridan, was cosiness, -
comfort, and method idealized. There was no study, nor were
there books, which would have been quite useless to Mr. Fogg ;
for at the Reform two libraries, one of general literature and the
other of law and politics, were at his service. A moderate-sized
safe stood in his bedroom, constructed so as to defy fire as well
as burglars ; but Passepartout found neither arms nor hunting
weapons anywhere; everything betrayed the most tranquil and
peaceable habits.

Having scrutinized the house from top to bottom, he rubbed
his hands, a broad smile overspread his features, and he said



16 AROUND THE WORLD IN. EIGHTY DAYS.

joyfully, “This is just what I wanted! Ah, we shall get on
together, Mr. Fogg and I! What a domestic and regular
gentleman! A real machine; well, I don’t mind serving a
machine.

CHAPTER III.

IN WHICH A CONVERSATION TAKES PLACE WHICH SEEMS
LIKELY TO COST PHILEAS FOGG DEAR.

PHILEAS FoGG, having shut the door of his house at half-past
eleven, and having put his right foot before his left five hundred
and seventy-five times, and his left foot before his right five
hundred and seventy-six times, reached the Reform Club, an
imposing edifice in Pall Mall, which could not have cost less
than three millions. He repaired at once to the dining-room,
the nine windows of which open upon a tasteful garden, where
the trees were already gilded with an autumn colouring; and
took his place at the habitual table, the cover of which had
already been laid for him. His breakfast consisted of a side-
dish, a broiled fish with Reading sauce, a scarlet slice of roast
beef garnished with mushrooms, a rhubarb and gooseberry tart,
and a morsel of Cheshire cheese, the whole being washed down
with several cups of tea, for which the Reform is famous. He
rose at thirteen minutes to one, and directed his steps towards
the large hall, a sumptuous apartment adorned with lavishly-
framed paintings. A flunkey handed him an uncut 7%mes, which
he proceeded to cut with a skill which betrayed familiarity with
this delicate operation. The perusal of this paper absorbed
Phileas Fogg until a quarter before four, whilst the Standard,
his next task, occupied him till the dinner hour. Dinner passed
as breakfast had done, and Mr. Fogg reappeared in the reading-
room and sat down to the Pall Jfall at twenty minutes before
six.

Half an hour later several members of the Reform came
in and drew up to the fireplace, where a coal fire was steadily
burning. They were Mr. Fogg’s usual partners at whist;
Andrew Stuart, an engineer; John Sullivan and Samuel
Fallentin, bankers ; Thomas Flanagan, a brewer ; and Gauthier



AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS, : 17

Ralph, one of the Directors of the Bank of England ;—all rich
and highly respectable personages, even in a club which com-
prises the princes of English trade and finance.

“Well, Ralph,” said Thomas Flanagan, “what about that
robbery ?”

“Oh,” replied Stuart, “the bank will lose the money.”.

“On the contrary,” broke in Ralph, “I hope we may put our
hands on the robber. Skilful detectives have-been sent to all
the principal ports of America and the Continent, and he’ll be a
clever fellow if he slips through their fingers.”

“But have you got the robber’s description ?” asked Stuart.

“Tn the first place, he is no robber at all,” returned Ralph,
positively. :

“What! a fellow who makes off with fifty-five thousand
pounds, no robber ?”

7 No.”

“ Perhaps he’s a manufacturer, then.”

“The Daily Telegraph says that he is a gentleman.”

It was Phileas Fogg, whose head now emerged from behind
his newspapers, who made this remark. He bowed to his friends,
and entered into the conversation. The affair which formed its
subject, and which was town talk, had occurred three days before
at the Bank of England. A package of bank-notes, to the value
of fifty-five thousand pounds, had been taken from the principal
cashier’s table, that functionary being at the moment engaged in
registering the receipt of three shillings and sixpence. Ofcourse
he could not have his eyes everywhere. Let it be observed that
the Bank of England reposes a touching confidence in the
honesty of the public. There are neither guards nor gratings to
protect its treasures ; gold, silver, bank-notes are freely exposed,
at the mercy of the first comer. A keen observer of English
customs relates that, being in one of the rooms of the Bank one
day, he had the curiosity to examine a gold ingot weighing
some seven or eight pounds. He took it up, scrutinized it,
passed it to his neighbour, he to the next man, and so on until
the ingot, going from hand to hand, was transferred to the end
of a dark entry ; nor. did it return to its place for half an hour.
Meanwhile, the cashier had not so much as raised his head.
But in the present instance things had not gone so smoothly.
The package of notes not being found when five o’clock sounded
from the ponderous clock in the “drawing office,” the amount

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was passed to the account of profit and loss. As soon as the
robbery was discovered, picked detectives hastened off to Liver-
pool, Glasgow, Havre, Suez, Brindisi, New York, and other
ports, inspired by the proffered reward of two thousand pounds,
and five per cent. on the sum that might be recovered. Detec-
tives were also charged with narrowly watching those who arrived
at or left London by rail, and a judicial examination was at once
entered upon.

There were real grounds for supposing, as the Daily Telegraph
said, that the thief did not belong to a professional band. On the
day of the robbery a well-dressed gentleman of polished manners,
and with a well-to-do air, had been observed going to and fro in
the paying-room, where the crime was committed. A description of
him was easily procured, andsenttothe detectives; andsome hope-
ful spirits, of whom Ralph was one, did not despair of his appre-
hension. The papers and clubs were full of the affair, and every-
where people were discussing the probabilities of a successful
pursuit; and the Reform Club was especially agitated, several of
its members being Bank officials.

Ralph would not concede that the work of the detectives was
likely to be in vain, for he thought that the prize offered would
greatly stimulate their zeal and activity. But Stuart was far
from sharing this confidence; and as they placed themselves at
the whist-table, they continued to argue the matter. Stuart and
Flanagan played together, while Phileas Fogg had Fallentin for
his partner. As the game proceeded the conversation ceased,
excepting between the rubbers, when it revived again.

“JT maintain,” said Stuart, “that the chances are in favour of
the thief, who must be a shrewd fellow.”

“Well, but where can he fly to?” asked Ralph. “Nocountry
is safe for him.”

“ Pshaw !”

“Where could he go, then?”

“ Oh, I don’t know that. The world is big enough.”

“It was once,” said Phileas Fogg, ina lowtone. “ Cut, sir,”
he added, handing the cards to Thomas Flanagan.

The discussion fell during the rubber, after which Stuart took
up its thread.

“What do you mean by ‘once’? Has the world grown
smaller ?”

“Certainly,” returned Ralph. I agree with Mr. Fogg. The



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world “as grown smaller, since a man can now go round it ten
times more quickly than a hundred years ago. And that is why
the search for this thief will be more likely to succeed.”

“ And also why the thief can get away more easily.”

“Be so good as to play, Mr. Stuart,” said Phileas Fogg.

But the incredulous Stuart was not convinced, and when the
hand was finished, said eagerly: “You have a strange way,
Ralph, of proving that the world has grown smaller. So, be-
cause you can go round it in three months—

' “In eighty days,” interrupted Phileas Fogg.

“That is true, gentlemen,” added John Sullivan. “Only
eighty days, now that the section between Rothal and Allahabad,
on the Great Indian Peninsula Railway, has been opened. Here
is the estimate made by the Daily Telegraph :—

From London to Suez vzé Mont Cenis and Brin-

disi, by rail and steamboats . ‘i . - 7 days.
From Suez to Bombay, by steamer . : - 130 y
From Bombay to Calcutta, by rail . : e= 2Bo 55
From Calcutta to Hong Kong, by steamer 6 113%
From Hong Kong to Yokohama (Japan), by

steamer . . 6 4,
From Yokohama to San Francisco, by seater 22 55
From San Francisco to New York, by rail Ln oy, is

From New York to London, by steamer andrail 9 ,,

Total =. , . . . 80 days.

“Yes, in eighty days!” exclaimed Stuart, who in his excite-
ment made a false deal. “ But that doesn’t take into account
bad weather, contrary winds, shipwrecks, railway accidents, and
so on.”

“ All included,” returned Phileas Fogg, continuing to play
despite the discussion,

“But suppose ne Hindoos or Indians pull up the rails,”
replied Stuart; “suppose they stop the trains, pillage the
luggage-vans, and scalp the passengers !”

“ All included,” calmly retorted Fogg ; adding, as he threw
down the cards, “ Two trumps.”

Stuart, whose turn it was to deal, gathered them up, and went

n: “You are right theoretically, Mr. Fogg, but practically—”

“ Practically also, Mr. Stuart.”

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20 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

“T’d like to see you do it in eighty days.”

“Tt depends on you. Shall we go?”

“Heaven preserve me! But I would wager four thousand
pounds that such a journey, made under these conditions, is
impossible.”

“ Quite possible, on the contrary,” returned Mr. Fogg.

“Well, make it, then!”

“The journey round the world in eighty days?”

“cc Yes.”

“1 should like nothing better.”

“ When?”

“ At once, Only I warn you that I shall do it at your
expense.”

“Tt’s absurd!” cried Stuart, who was beginning to be annoyed
at oe ; Dersiateney of his friend. “Come, let’s go on with the
game.”

“ Deal over again, then,” said Phileas Fogg, “There’s a false
deal.”

Stuart took up the pack with a feverish hand; then suddenly
put them down again.

“Well, Mr. Fogg,” said he, “it shall be so: I will wager the
four thousand on it.”

“Calm yourself, my dear Stuart,” said Fallentin. “It’s only
a joke.”

“When I say I’ll wager,” returned Stuart, “I mean it.”

“All right,” said Mr. Fogg; and, turning to the others, he
continued, “I have a deposit of twenty thousand at Baring’s
which I will willingly risk upon it.”

“Twenty thousand pounds!” cried Sullivan. “Twenty
thousand pounds, which you would lose by a single accidental
delay !”

“The unforeseen does not exist,” quietly replied Phileas Fogg.

“ But, Mr. Fogg, eighty days are only the estimate of the tease
possible time in which the journey can be made.”

“ A well-used minimum suffices for everything.”

“ But, in order not to exceed it, you must jump mathematically
from the trains upon the steamers, and from the steamers upon
the trains again.”

“1 will jump—mathematically.”

“You are joking.”

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so serious a thing as a wager,” replied Phileas Fogg, solemnly.
“T will bet twenty thousand pounds against any one who wishes,
that I will make the tour of the world in eighty days or less ; in
nineteen hundred and twenty hours, or a hundred and fifteen
thousand two hundred minutes. Do you accept ?”

“We accept,” replied Messrs. Stuart, Fallentin, Sullivan,
Flanagan, and Ralph, after consulting each other.

“Good,” said Mr. Fogg. The train leaves for Dover at a
quarter before nine. I will take it.”

“This very evening?” asked Stuart.

“ This very evening,” returned Phileas Fogg. He took out
and consulted a pocket almanac, and added, “As to-day is
Wednesday, the second of October, I shall be due in London, in
this very room of the Reform Club, on Saturday, the twenty-
first of December, at a quarter before nine p.m.; or else the
twenty thousand pounds, now deposited in my name at Baring’s,
will belong to you, in fact and in right, gentlemen. Here is a
check for the amount.”

A memorandum of the wager was at once drawn up and
signed by the six parties, during which Phileas Fogg preserved
a stoical composure. He certainly did not bet to win, and had
only staked the twenty thousand pounds, half of his fortune,
because he foresaw that he might have to expend the other half
to carry out this difficult, not to say unattainable, project. As
for his antagonists, they seemed much agitated ; not so much by
the value of their stake, as because they had some scruples
about betting under conditions so difficult to their friend.

The clock struck seven, and the party offered to suspend the
game so that Mr, Fogg might make his preparations for de-
parture.

“T am quite ready now,” was his tranquil response.
“ Diamonds are trumps: be so good as to play, gentlemen.”

CHAPTER IV.

IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG ASTOUNDS PASSEPARTOUT, HIS
SERVANT.

HAVING won twenty guineas at whist, and taken leave of his



22 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

friends, Phileas Fogg, at twenty-five minutes past seven, left the
Reform Club.

Passepartout, who had conscientiously studied the programme
of his duties, was more than surprised to see his master guilty of
the inexactness of appearing at this unaccustomed hour ; for,
according to rule, he was not due in Saville Row until precisely
midnight.

Mr. Fogg repaired to his bedroom, and called out, “ Passe-
partout !”

Passepartout did not reply. It could not be he who was
called; it was not the right hour.

“Passepartout!” repeated Mr. Fogg, without raising his
voice.

Passepartout made his appearance.

“T’ve called you twice,” observed his master.

“But it is not midnight,” responded the other, showing his
watch,

“TI know it; I don’t blame you. We start for Dover and
Calais in ten minutes.”

A puzzled grin overspread Passepartout’s round face ; clearly
he had not comprehended his master.

“ Monsieur is going to leave home ?”

“Yes,” returned Phileas Fogg. “We are going round the
world.”

Passepartout opened wide his eyes, raised his eyebrows, held
up his hands, and seemed about to collapse, so overcome was
he with stupefied astonishment.

“ Round the world !” he murmured.

“In eighty days,” responded Mr. Fogg. ‘So we haven’t a
moment to lose.”

“But the trunks?” gasped Passepartout, unconsciously
swaying his head from right to left.

“We'll have no trunks; only a carpet-bag, with two shirts
and three pairs of stockings for me, and the same for you. We'll
buy our clothes on the way. Bring down my mackintosh and
travelling-cloak, and some stout shoes, though we shall do little
walking. Make haste!”

Passepartout tried to reply, but could not. He went out,
mounted to his own room, fell into a chair, and muttered:
“ That’s good, that is! And I who wanted to remain quiet !”

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departure, Around the world in eighty days ! Was his master a
fool? No. Was this a joke, then? They were going to Dover;
good. To Calais; good again. After all, Passepartout, who
had been away from France five years, would not be sorry to
set foot on his native soil again. Perhaps they would go as far
as Paris, and it would do his eyes good to see Paris once more.
But surely a gentleman so chary of his steps would stop there ;
no doubt,—but, then, it was none the less true that he was going
away, this so domestic person hitherto !

By eight o’clock Passepartout had packed the modest carpet-
bag, containing the wardrobes of his master and himself; then,
still troubled in mind, he carefully shut the door of his room,
and descended to Mr. Fogg.

Mr. Fogg was quite ready. Under his arm might have been
observed a red-bound copy of “Bradshaw’s Continental Railway
Steam Transit and General Guide,” with its time-tables showing
the arrival and departure of steamers and railways. He took
the carpet-bag, opened it, and slipped into it a goodly roll of
Bank of England notes, which would pass wherever he might go.

“ You have forgotten nothing?” asked he.

“Nothing, monsieur.”

“My mackintosh and cloak ?”

“ Here they are.”

“Good. Take this carpet-bag,” handing it to Passepartout.
“Take good care of it, for there are twenty thousand pounds
in it.”

Passepartout nearly dropped the bag, as if the twenty
thousand pounds were in gold, and weighed him down.

Master and man then descended, the street-door was double-
locked, and at the end of Saville Row they took a cab and drove
rapidly to Charing Cross. The cab stopped before the railway
station at twenty minutes past eight. Passepartout jumped off
the box and followed his master, who, after paying the cabman,
was about to enter the station, when a poor beggar-woman, with
a child in her arms, her naked feet smeared with mud, her head
covered with a wretched bonnet, from which hung a tattered
feather, and her shoulders shrouded in a ragged shawl,
approached, and mournfully asked for alms.

Mr. Fogg took out the twenty guineas he had just won at
whist, and handed them to the beggar, saying, “‘ Here, my good
woman. I’m glad that I met you;” and passed on,



24 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS,

Passepartout had a moist sensation about the eyes; his
master’s action touched his susceptible heart.

Two first-class tickets for Paris having been speedily pur-
chased, Mr. Fogg was crossing the station to the train, when he
perceived his five friends of the Reform.

“Well, gentlemen,” said he, “ I’m off, you see; and if you
will examine my passport when I get back, you will be able to
judge whether I have accomplished the journey agreed upon.”

“ Oh, that would be quite unnecessary, Mr. Fogg,” said Ralph,
politely. We will trust your word, as a gentleman of honour.”

“You do not forget when you are due in: London again ?”
asked Stuart.

“Tn eighty days; on Saturday, the 21st of December, 1872,
at a quarter before nine, p.m. Good-bye, gentlemen.”

Phileas Fogg and his servant seated themselves in a first-
class carriage at twenty minutes before nine ; five minutes later
the whistle screamed, and the train slowly glided out of the
station.

The night was dark, and a fine, steady rain was falling.
Phileas Fogg, snugly esconced in his corner, did not open his
lips. Passepartout, not yet recovered from his stupefaction,
clung mechanically to the carpet-bag, with its enormous
treasure, :

Just as the train was whirling through Sydenham, Passepar-
tout suddenly uttered a cry of despair.

“What’s the matter ?” asked Mr. Fogg.

“Alas! In my hurry—I—forgot—”

“What 2”

“To turn off the gas in my room !”

“Very well, young man,” returned Mr. Fogg, coolly ; “ it will
burn—at your expense,”

CHAPTER V.

IN WHICH A NEW SPECIES OF FUNDS, UNKNOWN TO THE
MONEYED MEN, APPEARS ON ’CHANGE,

PHILEAS occ rightly suspected that his departure from London



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would create a lively sensation at the West End. The news of
the bet spread through the Reform Club, and afforded an
exciting topic of conversation to its members. From the Club
it soon got into the papers throughout England. The boasted
“tour of the world” was talked about, disputed, argued with as
much warmth as if the subject were ancther Alabama claim.
Some tock sides with Phileas Fogg, but the large majority shook
their heads and declared against him; it was absurd, impossible,
they declared, that the tour of the world could be made, except
theoretically and on paper, in this minimum of time, and with
the existing means of travelling. The Times, Standard, Morning
Post, and Daily News, and twenty other highly respectable
newspapers, scouted Mr. Fogg’s project as madness ; the Daz/y
Telegraph alone hesitatingly supported him. People in general
thought him a lunatic, and blamed his Reform Club friends for
having accepted a wager which betrayed the mental aberration
of its proposer.

Articles no less passionate than logical appeared on the
question, for geography is one of the pet subjects of the English;
and the columns devoted to Phileas Fogg’s venture were eagerly
devoured by all classes of readers. At first some rash indi-
viduals, principally of the gentler sex, espoused his cause, which
became still more popular when the J//ustrated London News
came out with his portrait, copied from a photograph in the
Reform Club, A: few readers of the Daily Telegraph even dared
to say, “ Why not, after all? Stranger things have come to
pass.”

At last a long article appeared, on the 7th of October, in the
bulletin of the Royal Geographical Society, which treated the
question from every point of view, and demonstrated the utter
folly of the enterprise.

Everything, it said, was against the travellers, every obstacle
imposed alike by man and by nature. A miraculous agreement
of the times of departure and arrival, which was impossible,
was absolutely necessary to his success, He might, perhaps,
reckon on the arrival of trains at the designated hours, in
Europe, where the distances were relatively moderate; but when
he calculated upon crossing India in three days, and the United
States in seven, could he rely beyond misgiving upon accom-
plishing his task? There were accidents to machinery, the
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26 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS,

blocking up by snow,—were not all these against Phileas Fogg?
Would he not find himself, when travelling by steamer in winter,
at the mercy of the winds and fogs? Is it uncommon for the
best ocean steamers to be two or three days behind time? But
a single delay would suffice to fatally break the chain of com-
munication ; should Phileas Fogg once miss, even by an hour,
a steamer, he would have to wait for the next, and that would
irrevocably render his attempt vain.

This article made a great deal of noise, and being copied
into all the papers, seriously depressed the advocates of the rash
tourist.

Everybody knows that England is the world of betting men,
who are of a higher class than mere gamblers ; to bet is in the
English temperament. Not only the members of the Reform,
but the general public, made heavy wagers for or against Phileas
Fogg, who was set down in the betting books as if he were a
race-horse. Bonds were issued, and made their appearance on
’Change; “Phileas Fogg bonds” were offered at par or at a
premium, and a great business was done in them. But five days
after the article in the bulletin of the Geographical Society
appeared, the demand began to subside: “ Phileas Fogg” de-
clined. They were offered by packages, at first of five, then of
ten, until at last nobody would take less then twenty, fifty, a
hundred !

Lord Albemarle, an elderly, paralytic gentleman, was now the
only advocate of Phileas Fogg left. This noble lord, who was
fastened to his chair, would have given his fortune to be able to
make the tour of the world, if it took ten years ; and he bet five
thousand pounds on Phileas Fogg. When the folly as well as
the uselessness of the adventure was pointed out to him, he
contented himself with replying, “If the thing is feasible, the
first to do it ought to be an Englishman.”

The Fogg party dwindled more and more, everybody was
going against him, and the bets stood a hundred and fifty and
two hundred to one; and a week after his departure, an
incident occurred which deprived him of backers at any
price.

The commissioner of police was sitting in his office at nine
o’clock one evening, when the following telegraphic despatch
was put into his hands :— ;



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Suez to London.

ROWAN, COMMISSIONER OF POLICE, SCOTLAND YARD:
I’ve found the bank robber, Phileas Fogg. Send without delay
warrant of arrest to Bombay.

Fix, Detective.

The effect of this despatch was instantaneous. The polished
gentleman disappeared to give place to the bank robber. His
photograph, which was hung with those of the rest of the
members at the Reform Club, was minutely examined, and it
betrayed, feature by feature, the description of the robber which
had been provided to the police. The mysterious habits of
Phileas Fogg were recalled; his solitary ways, his sudden de-
parture ; and it seemed clear that, in undertaking a tour round
the world on the pretext of a wager, he had had no other end in
view than to elude the detectives, and throw them off his track.

CHAPTER VI.

IN WHICH FIX, THE DETECTIVE, BETRAYS A VERY
NATURAL IMPATIENCE,

THE circumstances under which this telegraphic despatch
about Phileas Fogg was sent were as follows :—

The steamer “ Mongolia,” belonging to the Peninsula and
Oriental Company, built of iron, of two thousand eight hundred
tons burden, and five hundred horse-power, was due at eleven
o’clock a.m. on Wednesday, the 9th of October, at Suez. The
“ Mongolia” plied regularly between Brindisi and Bombay vd
the Suez Canal, and was one of the fastest steamers belonging
to the company, always making more than ten knots an hour
between Brindisi and Suez, and nine and a half between Suez
and Bombay.

Two men were promenading up and down the wharves,
among the crowd of natives and strangers who were sojourning
at this once straggling village—now, thanks to the enterprise ot
M. Lesseps, a fast-growing town. One was the British consul
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28 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

ment, and the unfavourable predictions of Stephenson, was in
the habit of seeing, from his office window, English ships daily
Passing to and fro on the great canal, by which the old round-
about route from England to India by the Cape of Good Hope
was abridged by at least a half. The other was a small, slight-
built personage, with a nervous, intelligent face, and bright eyes
peering out from under eyebrows which he was incessantly
twitching. He was just now manifesting unmistakable signs of
impatience, nervously pacing up and down, and unable to stand
still fora moment. This was Fix, one of the detectives who had
been despatched from England in search of the bank-robber ;
it was his task to narrowly watch every passenger who arrived
at Suez, and to follow up all who seemed to be suspicious cha-
racters, or bore a resemblance to the description of the criminal,
which he had received two days before from the police head-
quarters at London. The detective was evidently inspired by
the hope of obtaining the splendid reward which would be the
prize of success, and awaited with a feverish impatience, easy to
understand, the arrival of the steamer “ Mongolia.”

“So you say, consul,” asked he for the twentieth time, “ that
this steamer is never behind time ?”

“ No, Mr. Fix,” replied the consul. ‘“ She was bespoken yes-
terday at Port Said, and the rest of the way is of no account to
such a craft. I repeat that the ‘ Mongolia’ has been in advance
of the time required by the company’s regulations, and gained
the prize awarded for excess of speed.”

“Docs she come directly from Brindisi ?”

“ Directly from Brindisi; she takes on the Indian mails there,
and she left there Saturday at five p.m. Have patience, Mr.
Fix; she will not be late. But really I don’t see how, from the
description you have, you will be able to recognize your man,
even if he is on board the ‘ Mongolia.”

“ A man rather feels the presence of these fellows, consul, than
recognizes them. You must havea scent for them, and a scent
is like a sixth sense which combines hearing, seeing, and
smelling. I’ve arrested more than one of these gentlemen in my
time, and if my thief is on board, I'll answer for it, he’ll not slip
through my fingers.”

“T hope so, Mr. Fix, for it was a heavy robbery.”

“A magnificent robbery, consul ; fifty-five thousand pounds!
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so contemptible nowadays! A fellow gets hung for a handful
of shillings !”

“ Mr. Fix,” said the consul, “I like your way of talking, and
hope you'll succeed ; but I fear you will find it far from easy.
Don’t you see, the description which you have there has a
singular resemblance to an honest man ?”

“Consul,” remarked the detective, dogmatically, “great
robbers always resemble honest folks. Fellows who have
rascally faces have only one course to take, and that is to
remain honest; otherwise they would be arrested off-hand.
The artistic thing is, to unmask honest countenances ; it’s no
light task, I admit, but a real art.”

Mr. Fix evidently was not wanting in a tinge of self-conceit.

Little by little the scene on the quay became more animated ;
sailors of various nations, merchants, shipbrokers, porters,
fellahs, bustled to and fro as if the steamer were iminediately
expected. The weather was clear, and slightly chilly. The
minarets of the town loomed above the houses in the pale rays
of the sun. A jetty pier, some two thousand yards long, ex-
tended into the roadstead. A number of fishing-smacks and
coasting boats, some retaining the fantastic fashion. of ancient
galleys, were discernible on the Red Sea.

As he passed among the busy crowd, Fix, according to habit,
scrutinized the passers-by with a keen, rapid glance.

It was now half-past ten.

“ The steamer doesn’t come !” he exclaimed, as the port clock
struck, ,

“She can’t be far off now,” returned his companion.

“ How long will she stop at Suez?”

“Four hours ; long enough to get in her coal’ It is thirteen
hundred and ten miles from Suez to Aden, at the other end of
the Red Sea, and she has to take in a fresh coal supply.”

“And does she go from Suez directly to Bombay ?”

“Without putting in anywhere.”

“Good,” said Fix. “If the robber is on board, he will no
doubt get off at Sucz, so as to reach the Dutch or French
colonies in Asia by some other route. He ought tc know that
he would not be safe an hour in India, which is English soil.”

“Unless,” objected the consul, “he is exceptionally shrewd.
An English criminal, you know, is always better concealed in
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32 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

This observation furnished the detective food for thought, and
meanwhile the consul went away to his office. Fix, left alone,
was more impatient than ever, having a presentiment that the
robber was on board the “ Mongolia.” Ifhe had indeed left
London intending to reach the New World, he would naturally
take the route vd India, which was less watched and more
difficult to watch than that of the Atlantic. But Fix’s reflections
were soon interrupted by a succession of sharp whistles, which
announced the arrival of the “ Mongolia.” The porters and
fellahs rushed down the quay, and a dozen boats pushed off from
the shore to go and meet the steamer. Soon her gigantic hull
appeared passing along between the banks, and eleven o’clock
struck as she anchored in the road. She brought an unusual
number of passengers, some of whom remained on deck to scan
the picturesque panorama of the town, while the greater part
disembarked in the boats, and landed on the quay.

Fix took up a position, and carefully examined each face and
figure which made its appearance. Presently one of the pas-
sengers, after vigorously pushing his way through the impor-
tunate crowd of porters, came up to him, and politely asked if
he could point out the English consulate, at the same time
showing a passport which he wished to have wisaed. Fix
instinctively took the passport, and with a rapid glance read the
description of its bearer. An involuntary motion of surprise
nearly escaped him, for the description in the passport was
identical with that of the bank-robber which he had received
from Scotland Yard.

“Ts this your passport ?” asked he.

“No, it’s my master’s.”

“ And your master is—”

“ He stayed on board.”

“But he must go to the consul’s in person, so as to establish
his identity.”

“ Oh, is that necessary ?”

“ Quite indispensable.”

“ And where is the consulate ?”

“There, on the corner of the square,” said Fix, pointing to a
house two hundred steps off.

“Tl go and fetch my master, who won’t be much pleased,
however, to be disturbed.”

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CHAPTER VII.

WHICH ONCE MORE DEMONSTRATES THE USELESSNESS OF
PASSPORTS AS AIDS TO DETECTIVES.

THE detective passed down the quay, and rapidly made his
way to the consul’s office, where he was at once admitted to the
presence of that official.

“ Consul,” said he, without preamble, “I have strong reasons
for believing that my man is a passenger on the ‘ Mongolia.’”
And he narrated what had just passed concerning the passport.

“ Well, Mr. Fix,” replied the consul, “I shall not be sorry to
see the rascal’s face; but perhaps he won’t come here,—that is,
if he is the person you suppose him to be. A robber doesn’t
quite like to leave traces of his flight behind him; and besides,
he is not obliged to have his passport countersigned.”

“Tf he is as shrewd as I think he is, consul, he will come.”

* To have his passport vésaed ?” ;

“Yes. Passports are only good for annoying honest folks,
and aiding in the flight of rogues. I assure you it will be quite
the thing for him to do; but I hope you will not vésa the
passport.”

“Why not? If the passport is genuine, I have no right to
refuse.” ¢

“ Still I must keep this man here until I can get a warrant to
arrest him from London.”

“ Ah, that’s your look-out. But I cannot—”

The consul did not finish his sentence, for as he spoke a knock
was heard at the door, and two strangers entered, one of whoni
was the servant whom Fix had met on the quay. The other,
who was his master, held out his passport with the request that
the consul would do him the favour to visa it. The consul took
the document and carefully read it, whilst Fix observed, or
rather devoured, the stranger with his eyes from a corner of the
room.

“You are Mr. Phileas Fogg?” said the consul, after reading
the passport.

“Tam.”

“ And this man is your servant ?”

“He is; a Frenchman, named Passepartout.”



34 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS,

“You are from London?”

“ Yes.”

“ And you are going—”

“To Bombay.”

“Very good, sir. You know that a visa is useless, and that
no passport is required ?”

“T know it sir,” replied Phileas Fogg ; “but I wish to prove,
by your vzsa, that I came by Suez.”

“Very well, sir.”

The consul proceeded to sign and date the passport, after
which he added his official seal. Mr. Fogg paid the customary
fee, coldly bowed, and went out, followed by his servant.

“Well?” queried the detective.

“Well, he looks and acts like a perfectly honest man,” replicd
the consul.

“Possibly ; but that is not the question. Do you think,
consul, that this phlegmatic gentleman resembles, feature by
feature, the robber whiose description I have received ?”

“T concede that ; but then, you know, all descriptions—”

“Tl make certain of it,” interrupted Fix. “The servant
seems to me less mysterious than the master; besides, he’s a
Frenchman, and can’t help talking. Excuse me for a little
while, consul.” :

Fix started off in search of Passepartout.

Meanwhile Mr. Fogg, after leaving the consulate, repaired to
the quay, gave some orders to Passepartout, went off to tie
“Mongolia” in a boat, and descended to his cabin. He took
up his note-book, which contained the following memoranda;

“ Left London, Wednesday, October 2nd, at 8.45 p.m.

“Reached Paris, Thursday, October 3rd, at 7.20'a.m.

“Left Paris, Thursday, at 8.40 a.m.

“Reached Turin by Mont Cenis, Friday, October 4th, at
6.35 a.m.

“Left Turin, Friday, at 7.20 a.m.

“ Arrived at Brindisi, Saturday, October 5th, at 4 p.m.

“ Sailed on the ‘ Mongolia,’ Saturday, at 5 p.m.

“ Reached Suez, Wednesday, October 9th, at 11 a.m. ~

“Total of hours spent, 1584; or, in days, six days and a
half.”

These dates were inscribed in an itinerary divided into
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day for the stipulated and actual arrivals at each principal
point,—Paris, Brindisi, Suez, Bombay, Calcutta, Singapore, Hong
Kong, Yokohama, San Francisco, New York, and London,—
from the 2nd of October to the 21st of December ; and giving
a space for setting down the gain made or the loss suffered on
arrival at each locality. This methodical record thus contained
an account of everything needed, and Mr. Fogg always knew
whether he was behindhand or in advance of his time. On this
Friday, October gth, he noted his arrival at Suez, and observed
that he had as yet neither gained nor lost. He sat down quietly
to breakfast in his cabin, never once thinking of inspecting the
town, being one of those Englishmen who are wont to sce foreign
countries through the eyes of their domestics.

CHAPTER VIII.

IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT TALKS RATHER MORE, PERHAPS,
THAN IS PRUDENT.

FIx soon rejoined Passepartout, who was lounging and looking
about on the quay, as if he did not feel that he, at least, was
obliged not to see anything.

“Well, my friend,” said the detective, coming up with him,
“is your passport vdsaed ?”

“Ah, it’s you, is it, monsieur?” responded Passepartout.
“ Thanks, yes, the passport is all right.”

“ And you are looking about you?”

“Yes, but we travel so fast that I seem to be journeying in a
dream. So this is Suez?”

6c Yes.”

“In Egypt?”

“ Certainly, in Egypt.”

“ And in Africa ?”

“In Africa.”

“In Africa!” repeated Passepartout. “ Just think, monsicur,
T had no idea that we should go farther than Paris; and all that
I saw of Paris was between twenty minutes past seven and
twenty minutes before nine in the morning, between the Northern

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36 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS,

and the Lyons stations, through the windows of a car, and in a
driving rain! How I regret not having seen once more Pére la
Chaise and the circus in the Champs Elysées!”

“You are in a great hurry, then ?”

“T am not, but my master is. By the way, I must buy some
shoes and shirts. We came away without trunks, only with a
carpet-bag.”

“T will show you an excellent shop for getting what you
want.”

“Really, monsieur, you are very kind.”

And they walked off together, Passepartout chatting volubly
as they went along.

“ Above all,” said he, “don’t let me lose the steamer.”

_“ You have plenty of time ; it’s only twelve o’clock.”

Passepartout pulled out his big watch. “Twelve!” he ex-
claimed ; why it’s only eight minutes before ten.”

“Your watch is slow.”

“My watch? A family watch, monsieur, which has come
down from my great-grandfather! It doesn’t vary five minutes
in the year; it’s a perfect chronometer, look you.”

“T see how it is,” said Fix. “You have kept London ‘time,
which is two hours behind that of Suez. You ought to regulate
your watch at noon in each country.”

“T regulate my watch? Never!”

“Well, then, it will not agree with the sun.”

“So much the worse for the sun, monsieur. The sun will be
wrong, then !”

And the worthy fellow returned the watch to its fob with a
defiant gesture. After a few minutes’ silence, Fix resumed :
“You left London hastily, then?”

“JT rather think so! Last Friday at eight o’clock in the
evening, Monsieur Fogg came home from his club, and three
quarters of an hour afterwards we were off.”

“ But where is your master going ?”

“ Always straight ahead. He is going round the world.”

“ Round the world?” cried Fix.

“Yes, and in eighty days! He says it is on a wager; but,
between us, I don’t believe a word of it. That wouldn't be
common sense. There’s something else in the wind.”

“Ah! Mr. Fogg is a character, is he ?”

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“Ts he rich ?”

“No doubt, for he is carrying an enormous sum in bran-new
bank notes with him. And he doesn’t spare the money on the
way, either: he has offered a large reward to the engineer of
the ‘Mongolia’ if he gets us to Bombay well in advance of
time.”

“ And you have known your master a long time?”

“ Why, no ; I entered his service the very day we left London.”

The effect of these replies upon the already suspicious and
excited detective may be imagined. The hasty departure from
London soon after the robbery ; the large sum carried by Mr.
Fogg ; his eagerness to reach distant countries ; the pretext of
an eccentric and foolhardy bet,—all confirmed Fix in his theory.
He continued to pump poor Passepartout, and learned that he
really knew little or nothing cf his master, who lived a solitary
existence in London, was said to be rich, though no one knew
whence came his riches, and was mysterious and impenetrable
in his affairs and habits. Fix felt sure that Phileas Fogg would
not land at Suez, but was really going on to Bombay.

“Ts Bombay far from here?” asked Passepartout,

“Pretty far. It is a ten days’ voyage by sea.”

“ And in what country is Bombay ?”

“ India.”

“In Asia?”

“ Certainly.”

“The deuce! I was going to tell you,—there’s one thing that
worries me,—my burner !”

“What burner ?”

“ My gas-burner, which I forgot to turn off, and which is at
this moment burning—at my expense. I have calculated,
monsieur, that I lose two shillings every four and twenty hours,
exactly sixpence more than I earn ; and you will understand
that the longer our journey—”

Did Fix pay any attention to Passepartout’s trouble about the
gas? Itis not probable. He-was not listening, but was cogi-
tating a project. Passepartout and he had now reached the shop,
where Fix left his companion to make his purchases, after
recommending him not to miss the steamer, and hurried back
to the consulate. Now that he was fully convinced, Fix had
quite recovered his equanimity.

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38 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS,

spotted my man. He passes himself off as an odd stick, who is
going round the world in eighty days.”

“ Then he’s a sharp fellow,” returned the consul, “and counts
on returniss to London after putting the police of the two con-
tinents otf his track.”

“We'll see about that,” replied Fix.

“Bui are you not mistaken ?”

“ T ani not mistaken.”

““ Why was this robber so anxious to PIOEs by the vésa, that
he had passed through Suez?”

“Why? Ihave no idea; but listen to me.”

He reported in a few words the most important parts of his
conversation with Passepartout.

“In short,” said the consul, “ appearances are wholly against
this man. And what are you going to do?”

“Send a despatch to London for a warrant of arrest to be
despatched instantly to Bombay, take passage on board the
‘Mongolia,’ follow my rogue to India, and there, on English
ground, arrest him politely, with my warrant in my hand, and
my hand on his shoulder.”

Having uttered these words with a cool, careless air, the
detective took leave of the consul, and repaired to the telegraph
office, whence he sent the despatch which we have seen to the
London police office. A quarter of an hour later found Fix,
with a small bag in his hand, proceeding on board the ‘‘ Mon-
golia ;” and ere many moments longer, the noble steamer rode
out at full steam upon the waters of the Red Sea.

CHAPTER IX.

IN WHICH THE RED SEA AND THE INDIAN OCEAN PROVE
PROPITIOUS TO THE DESIGNS OF PHILEAS FOGG.

THE distance between Suez and Aden is precisely thirteen
hundred and ten miles, and the regulations of the company
allow the steamers one hundred and thirty-eight hours in which
to traverse it. The “Mongolia,” thanks to the vigorous exer-
tions of the engineer, seemed likely, so rapid was her speed, to



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reach her destination considerably within thaftime. The greater
part of the passengers from Brindisi were bound for India—
‘some for Bombay, others for Calcutta by way of Bombay, the
nearest route thither, now that a railway crosses the Indian
peninsula. Among the passengers was a number of officials and
military officers of various grades, the latter being either attached
to the regular British forces, or commanding the. Sepoy troops,
and receiving high salaries ever since the central government
has assumed the powers of the East India Company ; for the
sub-lieutenants get 280/., brigadiers 2400/7, and generals of
division, 40007, What with the military men, a number of rich
young Englishmen on their travels, and the hospitable efforts of
the purser, the time passed quickly on the “ Mongolia.” The
best of fare was spread upon the cabin tables at breakfast, lunch,
dinner, and the eight o’clock supper, and the ladies scrupulously
changed their toilets twice a day ; and the hours were whiled
away, when the sea was tranquil, with music, dancing, and
games.

But the Red Sea is full of caprice, and often boisterous, like
most long and narrow gulfs. When the wind came from the
African or Asian coast, the “ Mongolia,” with her long hull,
rolled fearfully. Then the ladies speedily disappeared below ;
the pianos were silent ; singing and dancing suddenly ceased.
Yet the good ship ploughed straight on, unretarded by wind or
wave, towards the straits of Bab-el-Mandeb. What was Phileas
Fogg doing all this time? It might be thought that, in his
anxiety, he would be constantly watching the changes of the
wind, the disorderly raging of the billows—every chance, in
short, which might force the “ Mongolia” to slacken her speed
and thus interrupt his journey. But if he thought of these
possibilities, he did not betray the fact by any outward sign.

Always the same impassible member of the Reform Club,
whom no incident could surprise, as unvarying as the ship’s
chronometers, and seldom having the curiosity even to go upon
the deck, he passed through the memorable scenes of the Red
Sea with cold indifference ; did not care to recognize the historic
towns and villages which, along its borders, raised their pictu-
resque outlines against the sky ; and betrayed no fear of the
dangers of the Arabic Gulf, which the old historians always
spoke of with horror, and upon which the ancient navigators
never ventured without propitiating the gods by ample sacrifices.



40 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

How did this eccentric personage pass his time on the “ Mon-
golia”? He made his four hearty meals every day, regardless
of the most persistent rolling and pitching on the part of the
steamer; and he played whist indefatigably, for he had found
partners as enthusiastic in the game as himself. A tax-collector,
on the way to his post at Goa; the Rev. Decimus Smith,
returning to his parish at Bombay; and a brigadier-general of
the English army, who was about to rejoin his brigade at Benares,
made up the party, and, with Mr. Fogg, played whist by the
hour together in absorbing silence.

As for Passepartout, he, too, had escaped sea-sickness, and
took his meals conscientiously in the forward cabin. He rather
enjoyed the yoyage, for he was well fed and well lodged, took a
great interest in the scenes through which they were passing,
and consoled himself with the delusion that his master’s whim
would end at Bombay. He was pleased, on the day after leav-
ing Sucz, to find on deck the obliging person with whom he had
walked and chatted on the quays.

“Tf Iam not mistaken,” said he, approaching this person
with his most amiable smile, “you are the gentleman who so
kindly volunteered to guide me at Suez?” .

“Ah! I quite recognize you. You are the servant of the
strange Englishman—” _ :

“Just so, Monsieur—”

“ Fix.”

“ Monsieur Fix,” resumed Passepartout, “I’m charmed to find
you on board. Where are you bound ?”

“Like you, to Bombay.”

“That’s capital! Have you made this trip before ?”

“Several times. I am one of the agents of the Peninsula
Company.”

“Then you know India?”

~“Why—yes,” replied Fix, who spoke cautiously,

**A curious place, this India?”

“Oh, very curious. Mosques, minarets, temples, fakirs,
pagodas, tigers, snakes, elephants! I hope you willhave ample
time to see the sights.”

“T hope so, Monsieur Fix. ‘You see, a man of sourid sense
ought not to spend his life jumping from a steamer upon a rail-
way train, and from a railway train upon a steamer again, pre-
tending to make the tour of the world in eighty days!



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No; all these gymnastics, you may be sure, will cease at
Bombay.”

“ And Mr. Fogg is getting on well?” asked Fix, in the most
natural tone in the world.

“Quite well, and I too. I eat like a famished ogre ; it’s the
sea air.”

“ But I never see your master on deck.”

“ Never ; he hasn’t the least curiosity.”

“Do you know, Mr. Passepartout, that this pretended tour in
eighty days may conceal some secret errand—perhaps a diplo-
matic mission?”

“ Faith, Monsieur Fix, I assure you I know nothing about it,
nor would I give half-a-crown to find out.”

After this meeting, Passepartout and Fix got into the habit of
chatting together, the latter making it a point to gain the worthy
man’s confidence. He frequently offered him a glass of whiskey
or pale ale in the steamer bar-room, which Passepartout never
failed to accept with graceful alacrity, mentally pronouncing Fix
the best of good fellows.

Meanwhile the “ Mongolia” was pushing forward rapidly ;
on the 13th, Mocha, surrounded by its ruined walls whereon
date-trees were growing, was sighted, and on the mountains be-
yond were espied vast coffee-fields, Passepartout was ravished
to behold this celebrated place, and thought that, with its circular
walls and dismantled fort, it looked like an immense coffee cup
and saucer. The following night they passed through the Strait
of Bab-el-Mandeb, which means in Arabic “ The Bridge of
Tears,” and the next day they put in at Steamer Point, north-
west of Aden harbour, to take in coal. This matter of fuelling
steamers is a serious one at such distances from the coal mines ;
it costs the Peninsula Company some eight hundred thousand
pounds a year. In these distant seas, coal is worth three or four
pounds sterling a ton.

The “ Mongolia” had still sixteen hundred and fifty miles to
traverse before reaching Bombay, and was obliged to remain
four hours at Steamer Point to coal up. Eut this delay, as it
was foreseen, did not affect Phileas Fogg’s programme; besides,
the “ Mongolia,” instead of reaching Aden on the morning of
the 15th, when she was due, arrived there on the evening of the
14th, a gain of fifteen hours.

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42 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

passport again wisaed, Fix, unobserved, followed them. The
visa procured, Mr. Fogg returned on board to-resume his
former habits; while Passepartout, according to custom,
sauntered about among the mixed population of Somanlis,
Banyans, Parsees, Jews, Arabs, and Europeans who comprise
the twenty-five thousand inhabitants of Aden. He gazed with
wonder upon the fortifications which make this place the Gib-
raltar of the Indian Ocean, and the vast cisterns where the
English engineers were still at work, two thousand years after
the engineers of Solomon.

“Very curious, very curious,” said Passepartout to himself,
on returning to the steamer. “I see that it is by no means
useless to travel, if a man wants to see something new.” At
six p.m. the “ Mongolia” slowly moved out of the roadstead,
and was soon once more on the Indian Ocean. She had a
hundred and sixty-eight hours in which to reach Bombay, and
the sea was favourable, the wind being in the north-west, and
all sails aiding the engine. The steamer rolled but little, the
ladies, in fresh toilets, reappeared on deck, and the singing and
dancing were resumed. The trip was being accomplished most
successfully, and Passepartout was enchanted with the con-
genial companion which chance had secured him in the person
of the delightful Fix. On Sunday, October 2oth, towards noon,
they came in sight of the Indian coast: two hours later the
pilot came on board. A range of hills lay against the sky in
the horizon, and soon the rows of palms which adorn Bombay
came distinctly into view. The steamer entered the road
formed by the islands in thé bay, and at half-past four she
hauled up at the quays of Bombay.

Phileas Fogg was in the act of finishing the thirty-third
rubber of the voyage, and his partner and himself having, by
a bold stroke, captured all thirteen of the tricks, concluded this
fine campaign with a brilliant victory.

The “Mongolia” was due at Bombay on the 22nd; she
arrived on the 20th, This was a gain to Phileas Fogg of two
days since his departure from London, and he calmly entered
the fact in the itinerary, in the column of gains,



AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 43

CHAPTER X.

IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT IS ONLY TOO GLAD TO GET OFF
WITH THE LOSS OF HIS SHOES,

EVERYBODY knows that the great reversed triangle of land,
with its base in the north and its apex in the south, which is
called India, embraces fourteen hundred thousand square miles,
upon which is spread unequally a population of one hundred
and eighty millions of souls. The British Crown exercises a
real and despotic dominion over the larger portion of this vast
country, and has a governor-general stationed at Calcutta,
governors at Madras, Bombay, and in Bengal, and a lieutenant-
governor at Agra.

But British India, properly so called, only embraces seven
hundred thousand square miles, and a population of from one
hundred to one hundred and ten millions of inhabitants. A
considerable portion of India is still free from British authority ;
and there are certain ferocious rajahs in the interior who are
absolutely independent. The celebrated East India Company
was all-powerful from 1756, when the English first gained a
foothold on the spot where now stands the city of Madras, down
to the time of the great Sepoy insurrection. It gradually an-
nexed province after province, purchasing them of the native
chiefs, whom it seldom paid, and appointed the governor-
general and his subordinates, civil and military. But the East
India Company has now passed away, leaving the British pos-
sessions in India directly under the control of the Crown. The
aspect of the country, as well as the manners and distinctions
of race, is daily changing.

Formerly one was obliged to travel in India by the old
cumbrous methods of going on foot or on horseback, in palan-
quins or unwieldy coaches; now, fast steamboats ply on the
Indus and the Ganges, and a great railway, with branch lines
joining the main line at many points on its route, traverses the
peninsula from Bombay to Calcutta in three days. This rail-
way does not run in a direct line across India. The distance
between Bombay and Calcutta, as the bird flies, is only from
one thousand to eleven hundred miles; but the deflections of
the road increase this distance by more than a third.



44. AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS,

The general route of the Great Indian Peninsula Railway is
as follows :—Leaving Bombay, it passes through Salcette, cross-
ing to the continent opposite Tannah, goes over the chain of the
Western Ghauts, runs thence north-east as far as Burhampoor,
skirts the nearly independent territory of Bundelcund, ascends
to Allahabad, turns thence eastwardly, meeting the Ganges at
Benares, then departs from the river a little, and, descending
south-eastward by Burdivan and the French town of Chander-
nagor, has its terminus at.Calcutta.

The passengers of the “ Mongolia” went ashore at half-past
four p.m. ; at exactly eight the train would start for Calcutta.

Mr. Fogg, after bidding good-bye to his whist partners, left
the steamer, gave his servant several errands to do, urged it
upon him to be at the station promptly at eight, and, with his
regular step, which beat to the second, like an astronomical
clock, directed his steps to the passport office. As for the
wonders of Bombay—its famous city hall, its splendid library,
its forts and docks, its bazaars, mosques, synagogues, its
Armenian churches, and the noble pagoda on Malebar Hill
with its two polygonal towers—he cared .not a straw to see
them. He would not deign to examine even the masterpieces
of Elephanta, or the mysterious hypogea, concealed south-east
from the docks, or those fine remains of Buddhist architecture,
the Kanherian grottoes of the island of Salcette.

Having transacted his business at the passport office, Phileas
Fogg repaired quietly to the railway station, where he ordered
dinner. Among the dishes served up to him, the landlord
especially recommended a certain giblet of “native rabbit,” on
which he prided himself.

Mr. Fogg accordingly tasted the dish, but, despite its spiced
sauce, found it far from palatable. He rang for the landlord,
and on his appearance, said, fixing his clear eyes upon him, “ Is
this rabbit, sir?”

“Yes, my lord,” the rogue boldly replied, “rabbit from the
jungles.” ,

“ And this rabbit did not mew when he was killed ?”

“Mew, my lord! what, a rabbit mew! I swear to you—”

“ Be so good, landlord, as not to swear, but remember this:
cats:were formerly considered, in India, as sacred animals.
That was a good time.”

“For the cats, my lord ?”



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“ Perhaps for the travellers as well !”

After which Mr. Fogg quietly continued his dinner. Fix had
gone on shore shortly after Mr. Fogg, and his first destination
was the head-quarters of the Bombay police. He made him-
self known as a London detective, told his business at Bombay,
and the position of affairs relative to the supposed robber, and
nervously asked if a warrant had arrived from London. It had
not reached the office ; indeed, there had not yet been time for
it to arrive. Fix was sorely disappointed, and tried to obtain
an order of arrest from the director of the Bombay police. This
the director refused, as the matter concerned the London office,
which alone could legally deliver the warrant. Fix did not in-
sist, and was fain to resign himself to await the arrival of the
important document ; but he was determined not to lose sight
of the mysterious rogue as long as he stayed in Bombay. He
did not doubt for a moment, any more than Passepartout, that
Phileas Fogg would remain there, at least until it was time for
the warrant to arrive. .

Passepartout, however, had no sooner heard his master’s
orders on leaving the “ Mongolia,” than he saw at once that
they were to leave Bombay as they had done Suez and Paris,
and that the journey would be extended at least as far as Cal-
cutta, and perhaps beyond that place. He began to ask him-
self if this bet that Mr. Fogg talked about was not really in good
earnest, and whether his fate was not in truth forcing him, de-
spite his love of repose, around the world in eighty days !

Having purchased the usual quota of shirts and shoes, he
took a leisurely promenade about the streets, where crowds of
people of many nationalities—Europeans, Persians with pointed
caps, Banyas with round turbans, Sindes with square bonnets,
Parsees with black mitres, and long-robed Armenians—were
collected. It happened to be the day of a Parsee festival.
These descendants of the sect of Zoroaster—the most thrifty,
civilized, intelligent, and austere of the East Indians, among
whom are counted the richest native merchants of Bombay—
were celebrating a sort of religious carnival, with processions
and shows, in the midst of which Indian dancing-girls, clothed
in rose-coloured gauze, looped up with gold and silver, danced
airily, but with perfect modesty, to the sound of viols and the
clanging of tambourines. It is needless to say that Passc-
partout watched these curious ceremonies with staring eyes



46 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

and gaping mouth, and that his countenance was that of the
greenest booby imaginable.

Unhappily for his master, as well as himself, his curiosity
drew him unconsciously farther off than he intended to go. At
last, having seen the Parsee carnival wind away in the distance,
he was turning his steps towards the station, when he happened
to espy the splendid pagoda on Malebar Hill, and was seized
with an irresistible desire to see its interior, He was quite
ignorant that it is forbidden to Christians to enter certain
Indian temples, and that even the faithful must not go in with-
out first leaving their shoes outside the door. It may be said
here that the wise policy of the British Government severely
punishes a disregard of the practices of the native religions.

Passepartout, however, thinking no harm, went in like a
simple tourist, and was soon lost in admiration of the splendid
Brahmin ornamentation which everywhere met his eyes, when
of a sudden he found himself sprawling onthe sacred flagging.
He looked up to behold three enraged priests, who forthwith
fell upon him, tore off his shoes, and began to beat him with
loud, savage exclamations. The agile Frenchman was soon
upon his feet again, and lost no time in knocking down two of
his long-gowned adversaries with his fists and a vigorous appli-
cation of his toes; then, rushing out of the pagoda as fast as
his legs could carry him, he soon escaped the third priest by
mingling with the crowd in the streets.

At five minutes before eight, Passepartout, hatless, shoeless,
and having in the squabble lost his package of shirts and shoes,
rushed breathlessly into the station.

Fix, who had followed Mr. Fogg to the station, and saw that
he was really going to leave Bombay, was there, upon the plat-
form. He had resolved to follow the supposed robber to
Calcutta, and farther, if necessary. Passepartout did not ob-
serve the detective, who stood in an obscure corner; but Fix
heard him relate his adventures in a few words to Mr. Fogg.

“T hope that this will not happen again,” said Phileas Fogg,
coldly, as he got into the train. Poor Passepartout, quite crest-
fallen, followed his master without a word. Fix was on the
point of entering another carriage, when an idea struck him
which induced him to alter his plan.

“No, I’ll stay,” muttered he. “An offence has been com-
mitted on Indian soil. I’ve got my man.”



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Just then the locomotive gave a sharp screech, and the train
passed out into the darkness of the night.

CHAPTER XI.

IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG SECURES A CURIOUS MEANS OF
CONVEYANCE AT A FABULOUS PRICE,

THE train had started punctually. Among the passengers
were a number of officers, Government officials, and opium and
indigo merchants, whose business called them to the eastern
coast. Passepartout rode in the same carriage with his master,
and a third passenger occupied a seat opposite to them. This
was Sir Francis Cromarty, one of Mr. Fogg’s whist partners on
the “ Mongolia,” now on his way to join his corps at Benares.
Sir Francis was a tall, fair man of fifty, who had greatly dis-
tinguished himself in the last Sepoy revolt. He made India his
home, only paying brief visits to England at rare intervals ; and
was almost as familiar as a native with the customs, history,
and character of India and its people. But Phileas Fogg, who
was not travelling, but only describing a circumference, took no
pains to inquire into these subjects; he was a solid body,
traversing an orbit around the terrestrial globe, according to the
laws of rational mechanics. He was at this moment calculating
in his mind the number of hours spent since his departure from
London, and, had it been in his nature to make a useless de-
monstration, would have rubbed his hands for satisfaction,
Sir Francis Cromarty had observed the oddity of his travelling
companion—although the only opportunity he had for studying
him had been while he was dealing the cards, and between two
rubbers—and questioned himself whether a human heart really
beat beneath this cold exterior, and whether Phileas Fogg had
any sense of the beauties of nature. The brigadier-general was
free to mentally confess, that, of all the eccentric persons he had
ever met, none was comparable to this product of the exact
sciences.

Phileas Fogg had not concealed from Sir Francis his design
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he set out; and the general only saw in the wager a useless
eccentricity, and a lack of sound common-sense. In the way
this strange gentleman was going on, he would leave the world
without having done any good to himself or anybody else.

An hour after leaving Bombay the train had passed the
viaducts and the island of Salcette, and had got into the open
country. At Callyan they reached the junction of the branch
line which descends towards south-eastern India by Kandallah
and Pounah; and, passing Pauwell, they entered the defiles of
the mountains, with their basalt bases, and their summits
crowned with thick and verdant forests. Phileas Fogg and Sir
Francis Cromarty exchanged a few words from time to time,
and now Sir Francis, reviving the conversation, observed, “Some
years ago, Mr. Fogg, you would have met with a delay at this
point, which would probably have lost you your wager.”

“ How so, Sir Francis?”

“ Because the railway stopped at the base of these mountains,
which the passengers were obliged to cross in palanquins or on
ponies to Kandallah, on the other side.”

“Such a delay would not have deranged my plans in the
least,” said Mr. Fogg. “I have constantly foreseen the like-
lihood of certain obstacles.” :

“ But, Mr. Fogg,” pursued Sir Francis, “you run the risk of
having some difficulty about this worthy fellow’s adventure at
the pagoda.” Passepartout, his feet comfortably wrapped in
his travelling-blanket, was sound asleep, and did not dream
that anybody was talking about him, “The Government is very
severe upon that kind of offence. It takes particular care that
the religious customs of the Indians should be respected, and if
your servant were caught—”

“Very well, Sir Francis,” replied Mr. Fogg; “if he had been
caught he would have been condemned and punished, and then
would have quietly returned to Europe. “I don’t see how this
affair could have delayed his master.”

The conversation fell again. During the night the train left
the mountains behind, and passed Nassik, and the next day
proceeded over the fiat, well-cultivated country of the Khandeish,
with its straggling villages, above which rose the minarets of
the pagodas. This fertile territory is watered by numerous
small rivers and limpid streams, mostly tributaries of the
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Passepartout, on waking and looking out, could not realize
that he was actually crossing India in a railway train. The
locomotive, guided by an English engineer and fed with English
coal, threw out its smoke upon cotton, coffee, nutmeg, clove,
and pepper plantations, while the steam curled in spirals around
groups of palm-trees, in the midst of which were seen picturesque
bungalows, viharis (a sort of abandoned monasteries), and mar-
vellous temples enriched by the exhaustless ornamentation of
Indian architecture. Then they came upon vast tracts extend-
ing to the horizon, with jungles inhabited by snakes and tigers,
which fled at the noise of the train; succeeded by forests pene-
trated by the railway, and still haunted by elephants which, with
pensive eyes, gazed at the train as it passed. The travellers
crossed, beyond Malligaum, the fatal country so often stained
with blood by the sectaries of the goddess Kali, Not far off.
rose Ellora, with its graceful pagodas, and the famous Aurun-
gabad, capital of the ferocious Aureng-Zeb, now the chief town
of one of the detached provinces of the kingdom of the Nizam,’
It was thereabouts that Feringhea, the Thuggee chief, king of
the stranglers, held his sway. These ruffians, united by a secret
bond, strangled victims of every age in honour of the goddess
Death, without ever shedding blood ; there was a period when
this part of the country could scarcely be travelled over without
corpses being found in every direction. The English Govern-
ment has succeeded in greatly diminishing these murders, though
the Thuggees still exist, and pursue the exercise of their horrible
rites.

At half-past twelve the train stopped at Burhampoor, where
Passepartout was able to purchase some Indian slippers, orna-
mented with false pearls, in which, with evident vanity, he
proceeded to incase his feet. The travellers made a hasty
breakfast, and started off for Assurghur, after skirting for a
little the banks of the small river Tapty, which empties into the
Gulf of Cambray, near Surat.

‘Passepartout was now plunged into absorbing reverie. Up
to his arrival at Bombay, he had entertained hopes that their
journey would end there ; but now that they were plainly whirl-
ing across India at full speed, a sudden change had come over
the spirit of his dreams. His old vagabond nature returned to
him ; the fantastic ideas of his youth once more took possession
ofhim, He came to regard his master’s project as intended in

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good earnest, believed in the reality of the bet, and therefore in
the tour of the world, and the necessity of making it without’
fail within the designated period. Already he began to worry.
about possible delays, and accidents’ which might happen on
the way. He recognized himself as being personally interested
in the wager, and trembled at the thought that he might have
been the means of losing it by his unpardonable folly of the
night before. Being much less cool-headed than Mr. Fogg, he
was much more restless, counting and recounting the days
passed over, uttering maledictions when the train stopped, and’
accusing it of sluggishness, and mentally blaming Mr. Fogg for-
not having bribed the engineer. The worthy fellow was ignorant’
that, while it was possible by such means to hasten the rate of a
steamer, it could not be done on the railway.

. The train entered the defiles of the Sutpour Mountains, which
separate the Khandeish from Bundelcund, towards evening.
The next day Sir Francis Cromarty asked Passepartout what
time it was ; to which, on consulting his watch, he replied that:
it was three in the morning. This famous timepiece, always’
reculated on the Greenwich meridian, which was now some
seventy-seven degrees westward, was at least four hours slow.
Sir Francis corrected Passepartout’s time, whereupon the latter.
made the same remark that he had done to Fix ; and upon the
general insisting that the watch should be regulated in each,
new meridian, since he was constantly going eastward, that is
in the face of th2 sun, and therefore the days were shorter by-
four minutes for each degree gone over, Passepartout obstinately
refused to alter his watch, which he kept at London time. | It
was an innocent delusion which could harm no one.

- The train stopped, at eight o’clock, in the midst of a glade.
some fifteen miles beyond Rothal, where there were several
bungalows and workmen’s cabins. The conductor, passing
along the carriages, shouted, “Passengers will get out:
here!”

Phileas Fogg looked at Sir Francis Cromarty for an explana-
tion ; but the general could not tell what meant a halt in the.
midst of this forest of dates and acacias.

Passepartout, not less surprised, rushed out and speedily re--
turned, crying, “ Monsieur, no more railway !”

. “What do you mean?” asked Sir Francis.
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’ ‘The general at once stepped out, while Phileas Fogg calmly
followed him, and they proceeded together to the conductor.

“ Where are we?” asked Sir Francis.

“At the hamlet of Kholby.”

’ “Do we stop here ?”
’ “Certainly. The railway isn’t finished.”

“What ! not finished ?”

“No. There’s still a matter of fifty miles to be laid from
here to Allahabad, where the line begins again.”

“But the papers announced the opening. of the railway
throughout.”

“What would you have, officer? The papers were mis-
taken.” .

““ Vet you sell tickets from Bombay to Calcutta,” retorted.
Sir Francis, who was growing warm.

“No doubt,” replied the conductor; “but the passengers
know that they must provide means of transportation for them-
selves from Kholby to Allahabad.”

. Sir Francis was furious. Passepartout would willingly have
knocked the conductor down, and did not dare to look at his
master. :

“Sir Francis,” said Mr. Fogg, quietly, “we will, if you
please, look about for some means of conveyance to Allahabad.”

“ Mr. Fogg, this is a delay greatly to your disadvantage.”

“No, Sir Francis ; it was foreseen.”

What! You knew that the way—”

“Not at all; but I knew that some obstacle or other would
sooner or later arise on my route. Nothing, therefore, is lost.
I have two days which I have already gained to sacrifice. A
steamer leaves Calcutta for Hong Kong at noon, on the 25th.
This is the 22nd, and we shall reach Calcutta in time.”

There was nothing to say to so confident a response.

It was but too true that the railway came to a termination at
this point. The papers were like some watches, which have
a’ way of getting too fast, and had been premature in their
announcement of the completion of the line. The greater part
of the travellers were aware of this interruption, and leaving the
train, they began to engage such vehicles as the village could
provide—four -wheeled palkigharis, waggons drawn by zebus,
catriages that looked like perambulating pagodas, palanquins,
ponies, and what not.

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$2 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty, after searching the
village from end to end, came back without having found any-
thing.

“T shall go afoot,” said Phileas Fogg.

Passepartout, who had now rejoined his master, made a wry
grimace, as he thought of his magnificent, but too frail Indian
shoes, Happily he too had been looking about him, and, after
a moment’s hesitation, said, “ Monsieur, I think I have found a
means of conveyance.”

“What ?”

“An elephant! An elephant that belongs to an Indian who
lives but a hundred steps from here.”

“ Let’s go and see the elephant,” replied Mr. Fogg.

They soon reached a small hut, near which, enclosed within
some high palings, was the animal in question. An Indian
came out of the hut, and, at their request, conducted them within
the enclosure. The elephant, which its owner had reared, not
for a beast of burden, but for warlike purposes, was half
domesticated. The Indian had begun already, by often irritating
him, and feeding him every three months on sugar and butter,
to impart to him a ferocity not in his nature, this method being
often employed by those who train the Indian elephants for
battle. Happily, however, for Mr. Fogg, the animal’s instruction
in this direction had not gone far, and the elephant still pre-
served his natural gentleness. Kiouni—this was the name of
the beast—could doubtless travel rapidly for a long time and,
in default of any other means of conveyance, Mr. Fogg resolved
to hire him. But elephants are far from cheap in India, where
they are becoming scarce ; the males, which alone are suitable
for circus shows, are much sought, especially as but few of them
are domesticated. When, therefore, Mr. Fogg proposed to the-
Indian to hire Kiouni, he refused point-blank. Mr. Fogg per-
sisted, offering the excessive sum of ten pounds an hour for the
loan of the beast to Allahabad. Refused. Twenty pounds? Re-
fused also. Forty pounds? Still refused. Passepartout jumped at
each advance ; but the Indian declined to be tempted. Yet the
offer was an alluring one, for, supposing it took the elephant
fifteen hours to reach Allahabad, his owner would receive no
less than six hundred pounds Sterling.

Phileas Fogg, without getting in the least flurried, then pro.
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thousand pounds for him. The Indian, perhaps thinking he
was going to make a great bargain, still refused.

Sir Francis Cromarty took Mr. Fogg aside, and begged him
to reflect before he went any further ; to which that gentleman
replied that he was not in the habit of acting rashly, that a bet
of twenty thousand pounds was at stake, that the elephant was
absolutely necessary to him, and that he would secure him if he
had to pay twenty times his value. Returning to the Indian,
whose small, sharp eyes, glistening with avarice, betrayed that with
him it was only a question of how great a price he could obtain,
Mr. Fogg offered first twelve hundred, then fifteen hundred,
eighteen hundred, two thousand pounds. Passepartout, usually
so rubicund, was fairly white with suspense.

At two thousand pounds the Indian yielded.

“What a price, good heaven!” cried Passepartout, “for an
elephant !”

It only remained now to find a guide, which was compara-
tively easy. A young Parsee, with an intelligent face, offered his
services, which Mr. Fogg accepted, promising so generous a
reward as to materially stimulate his zeal. The elephant was
led out and equipped. The Parsee, who was an accomplished
elephant driver, covered his back with a sort of saddle-cloth,
and attached to each of his flanks some curiously uncomfortable
howdahs.

Phileas Fogg paid the Indian with some bank-notes which he
extracted from the famous carpet-bag, a proceeding that seemed
to deprive poor Passepartout of his vitals. Then he offered to
carry Sir Francis to Allahabad, which the brigadier gratefully
accepted, as one traveller the more would not be likely to fatigue
the gigantic beast. Provisions were purchased at Kholby, and
while Sir Francis and Mr. Fogg took the howdahs on cither
side, Passepartout got astride the saddle-cloth between them.
The Parsee perched himself or the elephant’s neck, and at nine
o’clock they set out from the village, the animal marching off
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CHAPTER XII.

IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AND HIS COMPANIONS VENTURE
ACROSS THE INDIAN FORESTS, AND WHAT ENSUED.

In order to shorten the journey, the guide passed to the left of
the line where the railway was still in process of being built.
This line, owing to the capricious turnings of the Vindhia Moun-
tains, did not pursue a straight course. The Parsee, who was
quite familiar with the roads and the paths in the district, declared
that they would gain twenty miles by striking directly through
the forest. ;

Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty, plunged to the neck
in the peculiar howdahs provided for them, were horribly jostled
by the swift trotting of the elephant, spurred on as he was by the
skilful Parsee ; but they endured the discomfort with true British
phlegm, talking little, and scarcely able to catch a glimpse of
each other. As for Passepartout, who was mounted on the
beast’s back, and received the direct force of each concussion as
he trod along, he was very careful, in accordance with his mas-
ter’s advice, to keep his tongue from between his teeth, as it
would otherwise have been bitten off short. The worthy fellow
bounced from the elephant’s neck to his rump, and vaulted like
a clown on a spring-board ; yet he laughed in the midst of his
bouncing, and from time to time took a piece of sugar out of his
pocket, and inserted it in Kiount’s trunk, who received it without
in the least slackening his regular trot.

After two hours the guide stopped the elephant, and gave him
an hour for rest, during which Kiouni, after quenching his
thirst at a neighbouring spring, sect to devouring the branches
and shrubs round about him. Neither Sir Francis nor Mr.
Fogg regretted the delay, and both descended with a feeling of
relief. “Why, he’s made of iron !” exclaimed the general, gazing
admiringly on Kiouni.

“OF forged iron,” replied Passepartout, as he set about pre-
paring a hasty breakfast.

At noon the Parsee gave the signal of departure. The country
soon presented a very savage aspect. Copses of dates and
dwarf-palms succeeded the dense forests ; then vast, dry plains,
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All this portion of Bundelcund, which is little frequented by tra-
vellers, is inhabited by a fanatical population, hardened in the
most horrible practices of the Hindoo faith. The English have
not been able to secure complete dominion over this territory,
which is subjected to the influence of rajahs, whom it is almost
impossible to reach in their inaccessible mountain fastnesses.
The travellers several times saw bands of ferocious Indians, who,
when they perceived the elephant striding across the country,
made angry and threatening motions. The Parsee avoided
them as much as possible. Few animals were observed on the
route: even the monkeys hurried from their path with con-
fortions and grimaces which convulsed Passepartout with
laughter.

In the midst of his gaiety, however, one thought troubled the
worthy servant. What would Mr. Fogg do with the elephant,
when he got to Allahabad? Would he carry him on with him?
Impossible! The cost of transporting him would make him
ruinously expensive. Would he sell him, or set him free? The
estimable beast certainly deserved some consideration. Should
Mr. Fogg choose to make him, Passepartout, a present of Kiouni,
he would be very much embarrassed ; and these thoughts did
not cease worrying him for a long time.

The principal chain of the Vindhias was crossed by eight in
the evening, and another halt was made on the northern slope,
in a ruined bungalow. They had gone nearly twenty-five miles
that day, and an equal distance still separated them fom the
station of Allahabad.

The night was cold. The Parsee lit a fire in the bungalow
with a few dry branches, and the warmth was very gratef:}.
The provisions purchased at Kholby sufficed for supper, and the
travellers ate ravenously. The conversation, beginning with a
few disconnected phrases, soon gave place to loud and steady
snores. The guide watched Kiouni, who slept standing, bolster-
ing himself against the trunk of a large tree. Nothing occurred
during the night to disturb the slumberers, although occasional.
growls from panthers and chatterings of monkeys broke the
silence ; the more formidable beasts made no cries or hostile
demonstration against the occupants of the bungalow. Sir
Francis slept heavily, like an honest soldier overcome with
fatigue. Passepartout was wrapped in uneasy dreams of the.
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as peaceful as if he had been in his serene mansion in Saville
Row.

The journey was resumed at six in the morning; the guide
hoped to reach Allahabad by evening. In that case, Mr. Fogg
would only lose a part of the forty-eight hours saved since the
beginning of the tour. Kiouni, resuming his rapid gait, soon
descended the lower spurs of the Vindhias, and towards noon
they passed by the village of Kallenger, on the Cani, one of the
branches of the Ganges. The guide avoided inhabited places,
thinking it safer to keep the open country, which lies along the
first depressions of the basin of the great river. Allahabad was
now only twelve miles to the north-east. They stopped under a
clump of bananas, the fruit of which, as healthy as bread and as
succulent as cream, was amply partaken of and appreciated.

At two o’clock the guide entered a thick forest which extended
several miles ; he preferred to travel under cover of the woods.
They had not as yet had any unpleasant encounters, and the
journey seemed on the point of being successfully accomplished,
when the elephant, becoming restless, suddenly stopped.

It was then four o’clock.

“What’s the matter?” asked Sir Frincis, putting out his
head.

“T don’t know, officer,” replied the Parsee, listening atten-
tively to a confused murmur which came through the thick
branches.

The murmur soon became more distinct ; it now seemed like
a distant concert of human voices accompanied by brass instru-
ments. Passepartout was alleyesand ears. Mr. Fogg patiently
waited without a word. The Parsee jumped to the ground,
fastened the elephant to a tree, and plunged into the thicket.
He soon returned, saying,—

“A procession of Brahmins is coming this way. We must
prevent their seeing us, if possible.”

The guide unloosed the elephant and led him into a thicket,
at the same time asking the travellers not to stir. He held
himself ready to bestride the animal at a moment’s notice,
should flight become necessary; but he evidently thought that
the procession of the faithful would pass without perceiving
them amid the thick foliage, in which they were wholly con-
cealed.

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nearer, and now droning songs mingled with the sound of the
tambourines and cymbals. The head of the procession soon
appeared beneath the trees, a hundred paces away; and the
strange figures which performed the religious ceremony were
easily distinguished through the branches. First came the
priests, with mitres on their heads, and clothed in long lace robes.
They were surrounded by men, women, and children, who sang
a kind of lugubrious psalm, interrupted at regular intervals by
the tambourines and cymbals ; while behind them was drawn a
car with large wheels, the spokes of which represented serpents
entwined with each other. Upon the car, which was drawn by
four richly caparisoned zebus, stood a hideous statue with
four arms, the body coloured a dull red, with haggard eyes,
dishevelled hair, protruding, tongue, and lips tinted with betel.
It stood upright upon the figure of a prostrate and headless
giant.

Sir Francis, recognizing the statue, whispered, “The goddess
Kali; the goddess of love and death.”

“ Of death, perhaps,” muttered back Passepartout, “but of love
—that ugly old hag? Never !”

The Parsee made a motion to keep silence.

A group of old fakirs were capering and making a wild ado
around the statue; these were striped with ochre, and covered
with cuts whence their blood issued drop by drop,—stupid
fanatics, who, in the great Indian ceremonies, still throw them-
selves under the wheels of Juggernaut. Some Brahmins, clad
in all the sumptuousness of Oriental apparel, and leading a
woman who faltered at every step, followed.. This woman was
young, and as fair as a European. Her head and _ neck,
shoulders, ears, arms, hands, and toes, were loaded down with
jewels and gems,—with bracelets, earrings, and rings; while a
tunic bordered with gold, and covered with a light muslin robe,
betrayed the outline of her form.

The guards who followed the young woman presented a
violent contrast to her, armed as they were with naked sabres
hung at their waists, and long damasceened pistols, and bearing
a corpse on a palanquin. It was the body of an old man,
gorgeously arrayed in the habiliments of a rajah, wearing, as in
life, a turban embroidered with pearls, a robe of tissue of silk
and gold, a scarf of cashmere sewed with diamonds, and the
magnificent weapons of a Hindoo prince. Next came the musi-



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cians and a rearguard of capering fakirs, whose cries some-
times drowned the noise of the instruments; these closed the
-procession.

Sir Francis watched the procession with a sad countenance,
and, turning to the guide, said, “ A suttee.”

The Parsee nodded, and put his finger to his lips. The pro-
cession slowly wound under the trees, and soon its last ranks
disappeared in the depths of the wood. The songs gradually
died away ; occasionally cries were heard in the distance, until
at last all was silence again.

Phileas Fogg had heard what Sir Francis said, and, as soon
as the procession had disappeared, asked, “What is a
‘suttee’?”

“ A suttee,” returned the general, “is a human sacrifice, but a
voluntary one. The woman you have just seen will be burned to-
morrow at the dawn of day.”

“Oh, the scoundrels!” cried Passepartout, who could not
repress his indignation.

“‘ And the corpse?” asked Mr. Fogg.

“Ts that of the prince, her husband,” said the guide; “an
independent rajah of Bundelcund.”

“Is it possible,” resumed Phileas Fogg, his voice betraying
not the least emotion, “that these barbarous customs still exist in
India, and that the English have been unable to put a stop to
them ?”

“These sacrifices de not occur in the larger portion of India,’
replied Sir Francis ; “but we have no power over these savage
territories, and especially here in Bundelcund. The whole dis-
trict north of the Vindhias is the theatre of incessant murders
and pillage.”

“The poor wretch!” exclaimed Passepartout, “to be burned
alive!”

“Ves,” returned Sir Francis, “ burned alive. And if she were
not, you cannot conceive what treatment she would be obliged
to submit to from her relatives. They would shave off her hair,
feed her on a scanty allowance of rice, treat her with contempt ;
she would be looked upon as an unclean creature, and would
die in some corner, like a scurvy dog. The prospect of so
frightful an existence drives these poor creatures to the sacrifice
much more than love or religious fanaticism. Sometimes, how-
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interference of the Government to prevent it. Several years
ago, when I was living at Bombay,a young widow asked per-
mission of the governor to be burned along with her husband’s
body ; but, as you may imagine, he refused. The woman left
the town, took refuge with an independent rajah, and there
carried out her self-devoted purpose.”

While Sir Francis was speaking, the guide shook his head
several times, and now said, “ The sacrifice which will take place
to-morrow at dawn is not a voluntary one.”

“How do you know?”

_“ Everybody knows about this affair in Bundelcund.”

“ But the wretched creature did not seem to be making any
resistance,” observed Sir Francis.

“That was because they had iatowicaled her with fumes of
hemp and opium.”

“But where are they taking her?”

“To the pagoda of Pillaji, two miles from here ; she will pass
the night there.”

“ And the sacrifice will take place—”

“To-morrow, at the first light of dawn.”

The guide now led the elephant out of the thicket, and leaped
upon his neck. Just at the moment that he was about to urge
Kiouni forward with a peculiar whistle, Mr. Fogg stopped him,
and, turning to Sir Francis Cromarty, said, “ Suppose we save
this woman.” ,

“Save the woman, Mr. Fogg !”

“T have yet twelve hours to spare; I can devote them to
that.”

“Why, you are a man of heart !”

“Sometimes,” replied Phileas Fogg, quietly ; “ when I have
the time.”

CHAPTER XIII.

IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT RECEIVES A NEW PROOF THAT
FORTUNE FAVOURS THE BRAVE.

THE project was a bold one, full of difficulty, perhaps imprac-
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therefore the success of his tour. But he did not hesitate, and
he found in Sir Francis Cromarty an enthusiastic ally.

As for Passepartout, he was ready for anything that might be
proposed. His master’s idea charmed him; he perceived a
heart, a soul, under that icy exterior. He began to love Phileas
Fogg.

There remained the guide: what course would he adopt?
would he not take part with the Indians? In default of his
assistance, it was necessary to be assured of his neutrality.

Sir Francis frankly put the question to him.

“ Officers,” replied the guide, “I am a Parsee, and this woman
is a Parsee. Command me as you will.”

“Excellent,” said Mr. Fogg.

“ However,” resumed the guide, “it is certain, not only that
we shall risk our lives, but horrible tortures, if we are taken.”

“That is foreseen,” replied Mr. Fogg. “1 think we must wait
till night before acting.”

“T think so,” said the guide.

The worthy Indian then gave some account of the victim,
who, he said, was a celebrated beauty of the Parsee race, and
the daughter of a wealthy Bombay merchant. She had received
a thoroughly English education in that city, and, from her
manners and intelligence, would be thought an European. Her
name was Aouda. Left an orphan, she was married against her
will to the old rajah of Bundelcund; and, knowing the fate that
awaited her, she escaped, was retaken, and devoted by the
rajah’s relatives, who had an interest in her death, to the sacrifice
from which it seemed she could not escape.

The Parsee’s narrative only confirmed Mr. Fogg and his com-
panions in their generous design. It was decided that the
guide should direct the elephant towards the pagoda of Pillaji,
which he accordingly approached as quickly as possible. They
halted, half an hour afterwards, in a copse, some five hundred
feet from the pagoda, where they were well concealed ; but they
could hear the groans and cries of the fakirs distinctly.

They then discussed the means of getting at the victim. The
guide was familiar with the pagoda of Pillaji, in which, as he
declared, the young woman was imprisoned. Could they enter
any of its doors while the whole party of Indians was plunged
in a drunken sleep, or was it safer to attempt to makea hole in
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the place themselves; but it was certain that the abduction
must be made that night, and not when, at break of day, the
victim was led to her funeral pyre. Then no human intervention
could save her.

As soon as night fell, about six o’clock, they decided to make
a reconnoissance around the pagoda. The cries of the fakirs
were just ceasing ; the Indians were in the act of plunging them-
selves into the drunkenness caused by liquid opium mingled
with hemp, and it might be possible to slip between them to the
temple itself.

The Parsee, leading the others, noiselessly crept through the
wood, and in ten minutes they found themselves on the banks
of a small stream, whence, by the light of the rosin torches, they
perceived a tyre of wood, on the top of which lay the embalmed
body of the rajah, which was to be burned with his wife. The
pagoda, whose minarets loomed above the trees in the deepening
dusk, stood a hundred steps away.

“Come!” whispered the guide.

He slipped more cautiously than ever through the brush,
followed by his companions; the silence around was only
broken by the low murmuring of the wind among the branches.

Soon the Parsee stopped on the borders of the glade, which
was lit up by the torches. The ground was covered by groups
of the Indians, motionless in their drunken sleep ; it seemed a
battle-field strewn with the dead. Men, women, and children
lay together.

In the background, among the trees, the pagoda of Pillaji
loomed indistinctly. Much to the guide’s disappointment, the
guards of the rajah, lighted by torches, were watching at the
doors and marching to and fro with naked sabres; probably
the priests, too, were watching within. ‘

The Parsee, now convinced that it was impossible to force an
entrance to the temple, advanced no farther, but led his com-
panions back again. Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty
also saw that nothing could be attempted in that direction.
They stopped, and engaged in a whispered colloquy.

“It is only eight now,” said the brigadier, “and these guards
may also go to sleep.”

“It is not impossible,” returned the Parsee.

They lay down at the foot of a tree, and waited.

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take an observation on the edge of the wood, but the guards
watched steadily by the glare of the torches, and a dim light
crept through the windows of the pagoda.

They waited till midnight; but no change took place among
the guards, and it became apparent that their yielding to sleep
could not be counted on. The other plan must be carried out ; -
an opening in the walls of the pagoda must be made. It
remained to ascertain whether the priests were watching by the
side of their victim as assiduously as were the soldiers at the
door. :

_ Aftér a Iast consultation, the guide announced that he was
ready for the attempt, and advanced, followed by the others. -
They took a roundabout way, so as to get at the pagoda on the
rear. They reached the walls about half-past twelve, without
having met any one; here there was no guard, nor were there
either windows or doors.

‘The night was dark. The moon, on the wane, scarcely left »
the horizon, and was covered with heavy clouds; the height of
the trees deepened the darkness.

It was not enough to reach the walls; an opening in them”
must be accomplished, and to attain this purpose the party only :
had their pocket-knives. Happily the temple walls were built
of brick and wood, which could be penetrated with little diffi- -
culty ; after one brick had been taken out, the rest would yield
easily.

They set noiselessly to work, and the Parsee on one side and |
Passepartout on-the other began to loosen the bricks so as to
make an aperture two feet wide. They were getting on rapidly,
when suddenly a cry was heard in the interior of the temple,
followed almost instantly by other cries replying from the out-
side. Passepartout and the guide stopped. Had they been -
heard? Was the alarm being given? Common prudence urged
them to retire, and they did so, followed by Phileas Fogg and .
Sir Francis, They again hid themselves in the wood, and
waited till the disturbance, whatever it might be, ceased, holding
themselves ready to resume their. attempt without delay. But,
awkwardly enough, the guards now appeared at the rear of the
temple, and there installed themselves, i in readiness to prevent a -
surprise.

It would be ‘difficult to describe the disappointment of the
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reach the victim; how, then, could they save her? Sir Francis
shook his fists, Passepartout was beside himself, and the guide
gnashed his teeth with rage. The tranquil Fogg waited, without
betraying any emotion.

- “We have nothing to do but to go away,” whispered Sir
Francis.

“‘ Nothing but to go away,” echoed the guide. ;

“Stop,” said Fogg. “I am only due at Allahabad to-morrow
before noon.”

“But what can you hope to do?” asked Sir Francis. “Ina
few hours it will be daylight, and—”

“The chance which now seems lost may present itself at the
last moment.”

Sir Francis would have liked to read Phileas Fogg’s eyes.

What was this cool Englishman thinking of? Was he plan-
ning to make a rush for the young woman at the very moment
of the sacrifice, and boldly snatch her from her executioners?

This would be utter folly, and it was hard to admit that Fogg
was such a fool. Sir Francis consented, however, to remain to
the end of this terrible drama. The guide led them to the rear
of the glade, where they were able to observe the sleeping
groups. PaO

Meanwhile Passepartout, who had perched himself on the
lower branches of a tree, was revolving an idea which had at
first struck him like a flash, and which was now firmly lodged in
his brain.

He had commenced by saying to himself, “ What folly !” and
then he repeated, “Why not, after all? It’s a chance,—perhaps
the only one; and with such sots!” Thinking thus, he slipped,
with the. suppleness of a serpent, to the lowest branches, the
ends of which bent:almost to the ground. :

The hours passed, and the lighter shades now announced the
approach of day, though it was not yet light. This was the
moment. The slumbering. multitude became animated, the
tambourines sounded, songs and cries arose; the hour of the
sacrifice had come. The doors of the pagoda swung.open, and-
a bright light escaped from its interior, in the midst of which
Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis espied the victim, She -seemed,-
having shaken off the stupor of intoxication, to be striving to.
escape from her executioner. Sir Francis’s heart throbbed ; and
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Just at this moment the crowd began to move. The young
woman had again fallen into a stupor, caused by the fumes of
hemp, and passed among the fakirs, who escorted her with their
wild, religious cries.

Phileas Fogg and his companions, rtigling’ in the rear ranks
of the crowd, followed ; and in two minutes they reached the
banks of the stream, and stopped fifty paces from the pyre, upon
which still lay the rajah’s corpse. In the semi-obscurity they
saw the victim, quite senseless, stretched out beside her husband’s
body. Then a torch was brought, and the wood, soaked with
oil, instantly took fire.

At this moment Sir Francis and the guide seized Phileas
Fogg, who, in an instant of mad generosity, was about to rush
upon the pyre. But he had quickly pushed them aside, when
the whole scene suddenly changed. A cryof terror arose. The
whole multitude prostrated Hemselies, terror-stricken, on the
ground.

The old rajah was not dead, then, since he rose of a sudden,
like a spectre, took up his wife in his arms, and descended
from the pyre in the midst of the clouds of smoke, which only
heightened his ghostly appearance.

Fakirs and soldiers and priests, seized with instant terror, lay
there, with their faces on the ground, not daring to lift their
eyes and behold such a prodigy.

The inanimate victim was borne along by the vigorous arms
which supported her, and which she did not seem in the least to
burden. Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis stood erect, the Parsee
bowed his head, and Passepartout was, no doubt, scarcely less
stupefied.

The resuscitated rajah approached Sir Francis and Mr. Fogg,
and, in an abrupt tone, said, “ Let us be off!”

It was Passepartout himself, who had slipped upon the pyre
in the midst of the smoke and, profiting by the still overhanging
darkness, had delivered the young woman from death! It was
Passepartout who, playing his part with a happy audacity, had
passed through the crowd amid the general terror.

A moment after all four of the party had disappeared in the
woods, and the elephant was bearing them away at a rapid pace.
But the cries and noise, and a ball which whizzed through
Phileas Fogg’s hat, apprised them that the trick had Pern
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The old rajah’s body, indeed, now appeared upon the burning
pyre ; and the priests, recovered from their terror, perceived
that an abduction had taken place. They hastened into the
forest, followed by the soldiers, who fired a volley after the
fugitives ; yt the latter rapidly increased the distance between
them, and ere long found themselves beyond the reach of the
bullets and arrows, ;

CHAPTER XIV.

IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG DESCENDS THE WHOLE LENGTH
OF THE BEAUTIFUL VALLEY OF THE GANGES WITHOUT
EVER THINKING OF SEEING IT.

THE rash exploit had been accomplished; and for an hour
Passepartout laughed gaily at his success. Sir Francis pressed
the worthy fellow’s hand, and his master said, “ Well done !”
which, from him, was high commendation ; to which Passepar-
tout replied that all the credit of the affair belonged to Mr. Fogg.
As for him, he had only been struck with a “queer” idea; and
he laughed to think that for a few moments he, Passepartout,
the ex-gymnast, ex-sergeant fireman, had been the spouse of a
charming woman, a venerable, embalmed rajah! As for the
young Indian woman, she had been unconscious throughout ot
what was passing, and now, wrapped up in a travelling-blanket,
was reposing in one of the howdahs.

The elephant, thanks to the skilful guidance of the Parsee,
was advancing.rapidly through the still darksome forest, and,
an hour after leaving the pagoda, had crossed a vast plain.
They made a halt at seven o’clock, the young woman being
still in a state of complete prostration. The guide made her
drink a little brandy and water, but the drowsiness which
stupefied her could not yet be shaken off. Sir Francis, who was
familiar with the effects of the intoxication produced by the
fumes of hemp, reassured his companions on her account. But
he was more disturbed at the prospect of her future fate. He
told Phileas Fogg that, should Aouda remain in India, she
would inevitably fall again into the hands of her executioners.
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would, despite the English police, recover their victim at
Madras, Bombay, or Calcutta, She would only be safe by
quitting India for ever.

Phileas Fogg replied that he would reflect upon the matter.

The station at Allahabad was reached about ten o’clock, and
the interrupted line of railway being resumed, would enable
them to reach Calcutta in less than twenty-four hours. Phileas
Fogg would thus be able to arrive in time to take the steamer
which left Calcutta the next day, October 25th, at noon, for
Hong Kong.

The young woman was placed in one of the waiting rooms of
the station, whilst Passepartout was charged with purchasing
for her various articles of toilet, a dress, shawl, and some furs ;
for which his master gave him unlimited credit. Passepartout
started off forthwith, and found himself in the streets of Allaha-
bad, that is, the “City of God,” one of the most venerated in
India, being built at the junction of the two sacred rivers
Ganges and Jumna, the waters of which attract pilgrims from
évery part of the peninsula. The Ganges, according to the
legends of the Ramayana, rises in heaven, whence, owing to
Brahma’ $s agency, it descends to the earth. ;

Passepartout made it a point, as he made his purchases, to
take a. good look at the city. It was formerly defended by a
noble fort, which has since become a state prison; its commerce
has dwindled away, and Passepartout in vain looked about him
for such a bazaar as he used to frequent in Regent Street. At
last he came upon an elderly, crusty Jew, who sold second-hand
articles, and from whom he purchased a dress of Scotch stuff,
a large mantle, and a fine otter-skin pelisse, for which he did
not hesitate to pay seventy-five pounds. He then returned
triumphantly to the station. ;

The influence to which the priests of Pillaji had subjected
Aouda began gradually to yield, and she became more herself,
so that her fine eyes resumed all their soft Indian expression.

When the poet-king, Ucaf Uddaul, celebrates the charms of
the queen of Ahmehnagara, he speaks thus:—

“Her shining tresses, divided in two parts, encircle the
harmonious contour of her white and delicate cheeks, brilliant
in their glow and freshness. Her ebony brows have the form
and charm of the bow of Kama, the god of love, and beneath
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swim, as in the sacred lakes of Himalaya, in the black pupils of
her great clear eyes. Her teeth, fine, equal, and white, glitter
between her smiling lips like dewdrops in a passion-flower’s
half-enveloped breast. Her delicately formed ears, her ver-
milion hands, her little feet, curved and tender as the lotus-bud,
glitter with the brilliancy of the loveliest pearls of Ceylon, the
most dazzling diamonds of Golconda. Her narrow and supple
waist, which a hand may clasp around, sets forth the outline
of her rounded figure and the beauty of her bosom, where youth
in its flower displays the wealth of its treasures ; and beneath
the silken folds of her tunic she seems to have been modelled
in pure silver by the godlike hand of Vicvarcarma, the immortal
sculptor.” ; : ‘

It is enough to say, without applying this poetical rhapsody to
Aouda, that she was a charming woman, in all the European
acceptation of the phrase. She spoke English with great
purity, and the guide had not exaggerated in saying that the
young Parsee had been transformed by her bringing up.

The train was about to start from Allahabad, and Mr. Fogg
proceeded to pay the guide the price agreed upon for his ser-
vice, and not a farthing more ; which astonished Passepartout,
who remembered all that his master owed to the guide’s de-
votion.. He had, indeed, risked his life in the adventure at
Pillaji, and if he should be caught afterwards by the Indians, he
would with difficulty escape their vengeance. Kiouni, also,
must be disposed of. What should be done with the elephant,
which had been so dearly purchased? Phileas Fogg had
already determined this question. ;

“ Parsee,” said he to the guide, “you have been serviceable
and devoted. I have paid for your service, but not for your
devotion. Would you like to have this elephant? He is yours.”

The guide’s eyes glistened.

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

“Take him, guide,” returned Mr. Fogg, “and I shall still be
your debtor.”

“Good!” exclaimed Passepartout; “take him, friend,
Kiouni is a brave and faithful beast.” And, going up to the
elephant, he gave him several lumps of sugar, saying, “ Here,
Kiouni, here, here.” 3

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as his head. Passepartout, not in the least alarmed, caressed
the animal, which replaced him gently on the ground.

Soon after, Phileas Fogg, Sir Francis Cromarty, and Passe-
partout, installed in a carriage with Aouda, who had the best
seat, were whirling at full speed towards Benares. It was a
run of eighty miles, and was accomplished in two hours. During
the journey, the young woman fully recovered her senses. What
was her astonishment to find herself in this carriage, on the
railway, dressed in European habiliments, and with travellers
who were quite strangers to her! Her companions first set
about fully reviving her with a little liquor, and then Sir
Francis narrated to her what had passed, dwelling upon the
courage with which Phileas Fogg had not hesitated to risk his
life to save her, and recounting the happy sequel of the venture,
the result of Passepartout’s rash idea. Mr. Fogg said nothing ;
while Passepartout, abashed, kept repeating that “it wasn’t
worth telling.”

Aouda pathetically thanked her deliverers, rather with tears
than words ; her fine eyes interpreted her gratitude better than
her lips. Then, as her thoughts strayed back to the scene of
the sacrifice, and recalled the dangers which still menaced her,
she shuddered with terror.

Phileas Fogg understood what was passing in Aouda’s mind,
and offered, in order to reassure her, to escort her to Hong
Kong, where she might remain safely until the affair was
hushed up—an offer which she eagerly and gratefully accepted.
She had, it seems, a Parsee relation, who was one of the princi-
pal merchants of Hong Kong, which is wholly an English city,
though on an island on the Chinese coast.

At half-past twelve the train stopped at Benares. The
Brahmin legends assert that this city is built on the site of the
ancient Casi, which, like Mahomet’s tomb, was once suspended
between heaven and earth ; though the Benares of to-day, which
the Orientalists call the Athens of India, stands quite unpoeti-
cally on the solid earth. Passepartout caught glimpses of its
brick houses and clay huts, giving an aspect of desolation to the
place, as the train entered it.

Benares was Sir Francis Cromarty’s destination, the troops
he was rejoining being encamped some miles northward of the
city. He bade adieu to Phileas Fogg, wishing him all success,
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a less original but more profitable fashion. Mr. Fogg lightly
pressed him by the hand. The parting of Aouda, who did. not
forget what she owed to Sir Francis, betrayed more warmth ;
and, as for Passepartout, he received a beacty shake of the hand
fom the gallant general.

The railway, on leaving Benares, passed for a while along the
valley of the Ganges. Through the windows of.their carriage
the travellers had glimpses of the diversified landscape of Behar,
with its mountains clothed in verdure, its fields of barley, wheat,
and corn, its jungles peopled with green alligators, its neat
villages, and its still thickly-leaved forests. Elephants were
bathing in the waters of the sacred river, and groups of Indians,
despite the advanced season and chilly air, were performing
solemnly their pious ablutions. These were fervent Brahmins,
the bitterest foes of Buddhism, their deities being Vishnu, the
solar god, Shiva, the divine impersonation of natural forces, and
Lrahma, the supreme ruler of priests and legislators. What
would these divinities think of India, anglicized as it is to-day,
with steamers whistling and scudding along the Ganges, fright-
ening the gulls which float upon its surface, the turtles swarming
along its banks, and the faithful dwelling upon its borders?

The panorama passed before their eyes like a flash, save
when the steam concealed it fitfully from the view ; the travel-
lers could scarcely discern the fort of Chupenie, twenty miles
south-westward from Benares, the ancient stronghold of the
rajahs of Behar; or Ghazipur and its famous rose-water fac-
tories ; or the tomb of Lord Cornwallis, rising on the left bank of
the Ganges; the fortified town of Buxar, or Patna, a large
manufacturing and trading place, where is held the principal
opium market of India; or Monghir, a more than European
town, for it is as English as Manchester or Birmingham, with
its iron foundries, edge-tool factories, and high chimneys puffing
clouds of black smoke heavenward.

Night came on; the train passed on at full speed, in the
midst of the roaring of the tigers, bears, and wolves, which fled
before the locomotive ; and the marvels of Bengal, Golconda,
ruined Gour, Murshedabad, the ancient capital, Burdwan,
Hugly, and the French town of Chandernagor, where Passepar-
tout would have been proud to see his country’s flag flying, were
hidden from their view in the darkness.

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left for Hong Kong at noon; so that Phileas Fogg had five
hours before him.

According to his journal, he was due at Calcutta on the 25th
of October, and that was the exact date of his actual arrival.
He was therefore neither behindhand nor ahead of time. The
two days gained between London and Bombay had been lost,
as has been seen, in the journey across India. But it is not to
be supposed that Phileas Fogg regretted them,

CHAPTER XV.

IN WHICH THE BAG OF BANK-NOTES DISGORGES SOME
THOUSANDS OF POUNDS MORE.

THE train entered the station, and Passepartout, jumping out
first, was followed by Mr. Fogg, who assisted his fair companion
to descend. Phileas Fogg intended to proceed at once to the
Hong Kong steamer, in order to get Aouda comfortably settled
for the voyage. He was unwilling to leave her while a were
still on dangerous ground,

Just as he was leaving the station a policeman came up to
him, and said, “ Mr. Phileas Fogg?”

< I am he.”

“Is this man your servant?” added the policeman, pointing
to Passepartout.

“Yes.”

“ Be so good, both of you, as to follow me.”

Mr. Fogg betrayed no surprise whatever. The policeman
was a representative of the law, and law is sacred to an English-
man. Passepartout tried to reason about the matter, but the
policeman tapped him with his stick, and Mr. Fogg made hima
signal to obey.

“ May this young lady go with us ?” asked he.

“ She may,” replied the policeman,

Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Passepartout were conducted to a
“palki-gari,” a sort of four-wheeled carriage, drawn by two
horses, in which they took their places and were driven away.
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they reached their destination. They first passed through the
“ black town,” with its narrow streets, its miserable, dirty huts,
and squalid population ; then through the “ European town,”
which presented a relief in its bright brick mansions, shaded by
cocoanut-trees and bristling with masts, where, although it was
early morning, elegantly dressed horsemen and handsome equi-
pages were passing back and forth.

The carriage stopped before a modest-looking house, which,
however, did not have the appearance of a private mansion.
The policeman, having requested his prisoners—for so, truly,
they might be called—to descend, conducted them into a room
with barred windows, and said, “You will appear before Judge
Obadiah at half-past eight.”

He then retired, and closed the door.

“Why, we are prisoners!” exclaimed Passepartout, falling
into a chair.

Aouda, with an emotion she tried to conceal, said to Mr.
Fogg, “Sir, you must leave me to my fate! It is on my account
that you receive this treatment ; it is for having saved me !”

Phileas Fogg contented himself with saying that it was im-
possible. It was quite unlikely that he should be arrested for
preventing a suttee. The complainants would not dare present
themselves with such a charge. There was some mistake,
Moreover, he would not in any event abandon Aouda, but
would escort her to Hong Kong.

“But the steamer leaves at noon!” eiceretl Passepartout,
nervously.

“We shall be on board by noon,” replied his master,
placidly.

It was said so positively, that Passepartout could not help
muttering to himself, “ Parbleu, that’s certain! Before noon
we shall be on board.” But he was by no means reassured.

At half-past eight the door opened, the policeman appeared,
and, requesting them to follow him, led the way to an adjoining
hall. It was evidently a court-room, and a crowd of Europeans
and natives.already occupied the rear of the apartment.

Mr. Fogg and his two companions took their places on a
bench opposite the desks of the magistrate and his clerk.
Immediately after, Judge Obadiah, a fat, round man, followed
by the clerk, entered. He proceeded to take down a wig which
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76 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

“ The first case,” said he ; then, putting his hand to his head,
he exclaimed, “ Heh ! This i is not my wig! id

“No, your worship,” returned the clerk, “it is mine.”

ne My dear Mr. Oysterpuff, how can a judge give a wise sen-
tence in a clerk’s wig ?”

The wigs were exchanged.

Passepartout was getting nervous, for the hands on the fees
of the big clock over the judge seemed to go round with terrible
rapidity.

“The first case,” repeated Judge Obadiah,

“Phileas Fogg ?” demanded Oysterpuff.

“T am here,” replied Mr. Fogg.

“ Passepartout ?”

“ Present !” responded Passepartout.

“Good,” said the judge. “You have been looked for, pri-
soners, for two days on the trains from Bombay.”

“But of what are we accused?” asked Passepartout, impa-
tiently.

“You are about to be informed.” i

“T am an English subject, sir,” said Mr. Fogg, “ and I have
the right—” .

“ Have you been ill-treated ?”

“ Not at all.”

“Very well; let the complainants come in.”

A door was swung open by order of the ne and three
Indian priests entered.

“That’s it,” muttered Passepartout ; “these are the rogues
who were going to burn our young lady.”

The priests took their places in front of the judge, and the
clerk proceeded to read in a loud voice a complaint of sacrilege
against Phileas Fogg and his servant, who were accused of
having violated a place held consecrated by the Brahmin
religion.

“You hear the charge ?” asked the judge.

“Yes, sir,” replied Mr. Fogg, consulting his watch, “and I
admit it.”

“You admit it ?”

“T admit it, and I wish to hear these priests admit, in their
turn, what they were going to do at the pagoda of Pillaji.”

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_"Yes,” cried Passepartout, warmly; “at the pagoda of
Pillaji, where they were on the point of burning their
victim.”

The judge stared with astonishment, and the Priests were
stupefied.

“What victim?” said Judge Obadiah, “Burn whom? In
Bombay itself?”

“Bombay ?” cried Passepartout.

“Certainly. We are not talking of the pagoda of Pillaji, but
of the pagoda of Malebar Hill, at Bombay.”

_ And as a proof,” added the clerk, “ here are the desecrator’s
very shoes, which he left behind him.”

Whereupon he placed a pair of shoes on his desk.

“ My shoes !” cried Passepartout, in his surprise permitting
this imprudent exclamation to escape him.

The confusion of master and man, who had quite forgotten

the affair at Bombay, for which they were now detained at
Calcutta, may be imagined.
. Fix, the detective, had foreseen the advantage which Passe-
partout’s escapade gave him, and, delaying his departure for
twelve hours, had consulted the priests of Malebar Hill.
Knowing that the English authorities dealt very severely with
this kind of misdemeanour, he promised them a goodly sum in
damages, and sent them forward to Calcutta by the next train.
Owing to the delay caused by the rescue of the young widow,
Fix and the priests reached the Indian capital before Mr. Fogg
and his servant, the magistrates having been already warned by
a despatchto arrest them, should they arrive. Fix’s disappoint-
ment when he learned that Phileas Fogg had not made his
appearance in Calcutta, may be imagined. He made up his
mind that the robber had stopped somewhere on the route and
taken refuge in the southern provinces. For twenty-four hours
Fix watched the station with feverish anxiety ; at last he was
rewarded by seeing Mr. Fogg and Passepartout arrive, accom-
panied by a young woman, whose presence he was wholly at a
loss to explain. He hastened for a policeman ; and this was
how the party came to be arrested and brought before Judge
Obadiah.

Had Passepartout been a little less preoccupied, he would
have espied the detective ensconced in a corner of the court-
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stood ; for the warrant had failed to reach him at Calcutta, as it
had done at Bombay and Suez.

Judge Obadiah had unfortunately caught Passepartout’s rash
exclamation, which the poor fellow would have given the world
to recall.

“ The facts are admitted?” asked the judge.

. “ Admitted,” replied Mr. Fogg, coldly.

“ Inasmuch,” resumed the judge, “‘as the English law protects
equally and sternly the religions of the Indian people, and as the
man Passepartout has admitted that he violated the sacred
pagoda of Malebar Hill, at Bombay, on the 20th of October, I
condemn the said Passepartout to imprisonment for fifteen days
and a fine of three hundred pounds.”

“ Three hundred pounds !” cried Passepartout, startled at the
largeness of the sum.

“ Silence !” shouted the constable.

“ And inasmuch,” continued the judge, “as it is not proved
that the act was not done by the connivance of the master with
the servant, and as the master in any case must be held respon-
sible for the acts of his paid servant, I condemn Phileas Fogg
to a week’s imprisonment and a fine of one hundred and fifty
pounds.”

Fix rubbed his hands softly with satisfaction; if Phileas
Fogg could be detained in Calcutta a week, it would be more
than time for the warrant to arrive. Passepartout was stupefied.
This sentence ruined his master. A wager of twenty thousand
pounds lost, because he, like a precious fool, had gone into that
abominable pagoda ! -

Phileas Fogg, as self-composed as if the judgment did not in
the least concern him, did not even lift his eyebrows while it
was being pronounced. Just as the clerk was calling the next
case, he rose, and said, “I offer bail.”

“You have that right,” returned the judge.

Fix’s blood ran cold, but he resumed his composure when
he heard the judge announce that the bail required for each
prisoner would be one thousand pounds.

“T will pay it at once,” said Mr. Fogg, taking a roll of bank-
bills from the carpet-bag, which Passepartout had by him, and
placing them on the clerk’s desk.

“This sum will be restored to you upon your release from
prison,” said the judge, ‘“ Meanwhile, you are liberated on bail.”



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“Come !” said Phileas Fogg to his servant.

“ But let them at least give me back my shoes !” cried Passe-
partout, angrily.

“ Ah, these are pretty dear shoes!” he muttered, as they were
handed to him. “ More than a thousand pounds apiece ; besides,
they pinch my feet.”

Mr. Fogg, offering his arm to Aouda, then departed, followed
by the crestfallen Passepartout. Fix still nourished hopes that
the robber would not, after all, leave the two thousand pounds
behind him, but would decide to serve out his week in jail, and
issued forth on Mr. Fogg’s traces. That gentleman took a
carriage, and the party were soon landed on one of the quays.

The “ Rangoon” was moored half a mile off in the harbour,
its signal of departure hoisted at the mast-head. . Eleven
o’clock was striking ; Mr. Fogg was an hour in advance of time.
Fix saw them leave the carriage and push off in a boat for the
steamer, and stamped his feet with disappointment.

“The rascal is off, after all !” he exclaimed. ‘“ Two thousand
pounds sacrificed! He’s as prodigal asathief! I'll followhim
to the end of the world if necessary ; but at the rate he is going
on, the stolen money will soon be exhausted.”

The detective was not far wrong in making this conjecture.
Since leaving London, what with travelling expenses, bribes,
the purchase. of the elephant, bails, and fines, Mr. Fogg had
already spent more than five thousand pounds on the way, and
the percentage of the sum recovered from the bank robber,
promised to the detectives, was rapidly diminishing,

CHAPTER XVI.

IN WHICH FIX DOES NOT SEEM TO UNDERSTAND IN THE
LEAST WHAT IS SAID TO HIM.

THE “Rangoon”—one of the Peninsular and Oriental Com-
pany’s boats plying in the Chinese and Japanese seas—was a
screw steamer, built of iron, weighing about seventeen hundred
and seventy tons, and with engines of four hundred horse-power.
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and Aouda was not as comfortably provided for on board of her
as Phileas Fogg could have wished. However, the trip from
Calcutta to Hong Kong only comprised some three thousand
five hundred miles, occupying from ten to twelve days, and the
young woman was not difficult to please.

During the first days of the journey Aouda became better
acquainted with her protector, .and constantly gave evidence of
her deep gratitude for what he had done. The phlegmatic
gentleman listened to her, apparently at least, with coldness,
neither his voice nor his manner betraying the slightest emotion;
but he seemed to be always on the watch that nothing should be
wanting to Aouda’s comfort. He visited her regularly each day
at certain hours, not so much to talk himself as to sit and hear
her talk. He treated her with the strictest politeness, but with
the precision of an automaton, the movements of which had
been arranged for this purpose. Aouda did not quite know
what to make of him, though Passepartout had given her some
hints of his master’s eccentricity, and made her smile by telling
her of the wager which was sending him round the world.
After all, she owed Phileas Fogg her life, and she always
regarded him through the exalting medium of her gratitude.

Aouda confirmed the Parsee guide’s narrative of her touching
history. She did, indeed, belong to the highest of the native
races of India. Many of the Parsee merchants have made
great fortunes there by dealing in cotton ; and one of them, Sir
Jametsee Jeejeebhoy, was made a baronet by the English
government. Aouda was a relative of this great. man, and it
was his cousin, Jeejeeh, whom she hoped to join at Hong Kong.
Whether she would find a protector in him she could not tell ;
but Mr. Fogg essayed to calm her anxieties, and to assure her
that everything would be mathematically—he used the very
word—arranged. Aouda fastened her great eyes, “clear as the
sacred lakes of the Himalaya,” upon him; but the intractable
Fogg, as reserved as ever, did not seem at all inclined to throw
himself into this lake.

The first few-days of the voyage passed prosper dusty, amid
favourable weather and propitious winds, and they soon came
in sight of the great Andaman, the principal of the islands in
the Bay of Bengal, with its picturesque Saddle Peak, two
thousand four hundred feet high, looming above the waters.
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Papuans, who are in the lowest scale of humanity, but are
not, as has been asserted, cannibals, did not make their

appearance.
The panorama of the islands, as they steamed by them, was

superb. Vast forests of palms, arecs, bamboo, teakwood, of
the gigantic mimosa, and tree-like ferns covered the foreground,
while behind, the graceful outlines of the mountains were traced
against the sky; and along the coasts swarmed by thousands
the precious swallows whose nests furnish a luxurious dish to
the tables of the Celestial Empire. The varied landscape
afforded by the Andaman Islands was soon passed, however,
and the “ Rangoon” rapidly approached the Straits of Malacca,
which give access to the China seas.

What was detective Fix, so unluckily drawn on from country
to country, doing all this while? He had managed to embark
on the “ Rangoon” at Calcutta without being seen by Passe-
partout, after leaving orders that, if the warrant should arrive,
it should be forwarded to him at Hong Kong; and he hoped to
conceal his presence to the end of the voyage. It would have
been difficult to explain why he was on board without awaking
Passepartout’s suspicions, who thought him still at Bombay.
But necessity impelled him, nevertheless, to renew his acquain-
tance with the worthy servant, as will be seen.

All the detective’s hopes and wishes were now centred on
Hong Kong; for the steamer’s stay at Singapore would be too
brief to enable him to take any steps there. The arrest must
be made at Hong Kong, or the robber would probably escape
him for ever. Hong Kong was the last English ground on
which he would set foot; beyond, China, Japan, Americe
offered to Fogg an almost certain refuge. If the warrant shoulc
at last make its appearance at Hong Kong, Fix could arrest
him and give him into the hands of the local police, and there
would be no further trouble. But beyond Hong Kong, a simple
warrant would be of no avail; an extradition warrant would be
necessary, and that would result in delays and obstacles, of
which the rascal would take advantage to elude justice.

Fix thought over these probabilities during the long hours
‘which he spent in his cabin, and kept repeating to himself,
“ Now, either the warrant will be at Hong Kong, in which case
I shall arrest my man, or it will not be there; and this time it
is absolutely necessary that I should delay his departure. I

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have failed at Bombay, and I have failed at Calcutta: if I fail
at Hong Kong, my reputation is lost. Cost what it may, I mst
succeed! But how shall I prevent his departure, if that should
turn out to be my last resource ?”

Fix made up his mind that, if worst came to worst, he would
make a confidant of Passepartout, and tell him what kind of a
fellow his master really was. That Passepartout was not Foge’s
accomplice, he was very certain. The servant, enlightened by
his disclosure, and afraid of being himself implicated in the
crime, would doubtless become an ally of the detective. But
this method was a dangerous one, only to be employed when
everything else had failed. A word from Passepartout to his
master would ruin all. The detective was therefore in a sore
strait. But suddenly a new idea struck him. The presence
of Aouda on the “ Rangoon,” in company with Phileas Fogg,
gave him new material for reflection.

Who was this woman? What combination of events had
made her Fogg’s travelling companion? They had evidently
met somewhere between Bombay and Calcutta; but where?
Had they met accidentally, or had Fogg gone into the interior
purposely in quest of this charming damsel? Fix was fairly
puzzled. He asked himself whether there had not been a wicked
elopement ; and this idea so impressed itself upon his mind
that he determined to make use of the supposed intrigue.
Whether the young woman were married or not, he would be
able to create such difficulties for Mr. Fogg at Hong Kong, that
he could not escape by paying any amount of money.

But could he even wait till they reached Hong Kong? Fogg
had an abominable way of jumping from one boat to another,
and, before anything could be effected, might get full under
weigh again for Yokohama.

Fix decided that he must warn the English authorities, and
signal the “ Rangoon ” before her arrival. This was easy to do,
since the steamer stopped at Singapore, whence there is a tele-
graphic wire to Hong Kong. He finally resolved, moreover,
before acting more positively, to question Passepartout. It
would not be difficult to make him talk; and, as there was no
time to lose, Fix prepared to make himself known.

It was now the 30th of October, and on the following day the
* Rangoon” was due at Singapore.

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was promenading up and down in the forward part of the
steamer. The detective rushed forward with every appearance
of extreme surprise, and exclaimed, “You here, on the
‘Rangoon’?”

“What, Monsieur Fix, are you on board?” returned the
really astonished Passepartout, recognizing his crony of the
“ Mongolia.” “Why, I left you at Bombay, and here you are,
on the way to Hong Kong! Are you going round the world
too?”

“ No, no,” replied Fix; “T shall stop at Hong Kong—at least
for some days.”

“Hum!” said Passepartout, who seemed for an instant per-
plexed. But howis it I have not seen you on board since we
left Calcutta?”

“ Oh, a trifle of sea-sickness,—I’ve been staying in my Sah:
The Gulf of Bengal does not agree with me as well as the
Indian Ocean. And how is Mr. Fogg?”

“As well and as punctual as ever, not a day behind time!
But, Monsieur Fix, you don’t know that we have a young lady
with us.”

“A young lady ?” replied the detective, not seeming to com-
prehend what was said.

Passepartout thereupon recounted Aouda’s history, the affair
at the Bombay pagoda, the purchase of the elephant for two
thousand pounds, the rescue, the arrest and sentence of the
Calcutta court, and the restoration of Mr. Fogg and himself to
liberty on bail. Fix, who was familiar with the last events,
seemed to be equally ignorant of all that Passepartout related ;
and the latter was charmed to find so interested a listener.

“But does your master propose to carry this young woman to
Europe ?”

“Not at all, We are simply going to place her under the
protection of one of her relatives, a rich merchant at Hong
Kong.”

“ Nothing to be done there,” said Fix to iiimsele concealing
his disappointment. “A glass of gin, Mr. Passepartout? 2”

“Willingly, Monsieur Fix. We must at least have a friendly
glass on board the ‘ Rangoon.”

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8&4 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS,

CHAPTER XVII.

SHOWING WHAT HAPPENED ON THE VOYAGE FROM SINGAPORE
TO HONG KONG.

THE detective and Passepartout met often on deck after this
interview, though Fix was reserved and did not attempt to
induce his companion to divulge any more facts concerning Mr,
Fogg. He caught a glimpse of that mysterious gentleman o1.ce
or twice ; but Mr. Fogg usually confined himself to the cabin,
where he kept Aouda company, or, according to his inveterate
habit, took a hand at whist.

Passepartout began very seriously to conjecture what strange
chance kept Fix still on the route that his master was pursuing.
It was really worth considering why this certainly very amiable
and complacent person, whom he had first met at Suez, had
then encountered on board the “ Mongolia,” who disembarked
at Bombay, which he announced as his destination, and now
turned up so unexpectedly on the “ Rangoon,” was following
Mr. Fogg’s tracks step by step. What was Fix’s object?
Passepartout was ready to wager his Indian shoes—which he
religiously preserved—that Fix would also leave Hong Kong
at the same time with them, and probably on the same
steamer. ;

Passepartout might have cudgelled his brain for a century
without hitting upon the real object which the detective had in
view. He never could have imagined that Phileas Fogg was
being tracked as a robber around the globe. But as it is in
human nature to attempt the solution of every mystery, Passe-
partout suddenly discovered an explanation of Fix’s movements,
which was in truth far from unreasonable. Fix, he thought,
could only be an agent of Mr. Fogg’s friends at the Reform
Club, sent to follow him up, and to ascertain that he really went
round the world as‘had been agreed upon.

“It’s clear !” repeated the worthy servant to himself, proud
of his shrewdness. “He’s a spy sent to keep us in yiew!
That isn’t quite the thing, either, to be spying Mr. Fogg, who
is so honourable a man! Ah, gentlemen of the Reform, this
shall cost you dear!”

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nothing to his master, lest he should be justly offended at this
mistrust on the part of his adversaries. But he determined to
chaff Fix, when he had the chance, with mysterious allusions,
which, however, need not betray his real suspicions.

During the afternoon of Wednesday, October 30th, the
“ Rangoon” entered the Strait of Malacca, which separates the
peninsula of that name from Sumatra. The mountainous and
craggy islets intercepted the beauties of this noble island from
the view of the travellers. The “Rangoon” weighed anchor at
Singapore the next day at four a.m., to receive coal, having
gained half a day on the prescribed time of her arrival.
Phileas Fogg noted this gain in his journal, and then, accom-
panied by Aouda, who betrayed a desire for a walk on shore,
disembarked.

Fix, who suspected Mr. Fogg’s every movement, followed
them cautiously, without being himself perceived ; while Passe-
partout, laughing in his sleeve at Fix’s manceuvres, went about
his usual errands.

The island of Singapore is not imposing in aspect, for there
are no mountains ; yet its appearance is not without attractions.
It is a park checkered by pleasant highways and avenues. A
handsome carriage, drawn by a sleek pair of New Holland
horses, carried Phileas Fogg and Aouda into the midst of rows
of palms with brilliant foliage, and of clove-trees whereof the
cloves form the heart of a half-open flower. Pepper plants re-
placed the prickly hedges of European fields; sago-bushes, large
ferns with gorgeous branches, varied the aspect of this tropical
clime ; while nutmeg-trees in full foliage filled the air with a
penetrating perfume. Agile and grinning bands of monkeys
skipped about in the trees, nor were tigers wanting in the
jungles.

After a drive of two hours through the country, Aouda and
Mr. Fogg returned to the town, which is a vast collection of
heavy-looking, irregular houses, surrounded by charming
gardens rich in tropical fruits and plants ; and at ten o’clock
they re-embarked, closely followed by the detective, who had
kept them constantly in sight.

Passepartout, who had been purchasing several dozen mangoes
—a fruit as large as good-sized apples, of a dark brown colour
outside and a bright red within, and whose white pulp, melting
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waiting for them on deck. He was only too glad to offer some
mangoes to Aouda, who thanked him very gracefully for them.

At eleven o’clock the “Rangoon” rode out of Singapore
harbour, and in a few hours the high mountains of Malacca,
with their forests inhabited by the most beautifully-furred tigers
in the world, were lost to view. Singapore is distant some
thirteen hundred miles from the island of Hong Kong, which is
a little English colony near the Chinese coast. Phileas Fogg
hoped to accomplish the journey in six days, so as to be in time
for the steamer which would leave on the 6th of November for
Yokohama, the principal Japanese port.

The “Rangoén” had a large quota of passengers, many of
whom disembarked at Singapore, among them a number of
Indians, Ceylonese, Chinamen, Malays, and Portuguese, mostly
second-class travellers.

The weather, which had hitherto been fine, changed with the
last quarter of the moon. The sea rolled heavily, and the wind
at intervals rose almost to a storm, but happily blew from the
south-west, and thus aided the steamer’s progress. The captain
as often as possible put up his sails, and under the double action
of steam and sail, the vessel made rapid progress along the
coasts of Anam and Cochin China. Owing to the defective
construction of the “ Rangoon,” however, unusual precautions
became necessary in unfavourable weather ; but the loss of time
which resulted from this cause, while it nearly drove Passepartout
out of his senses, did not seem to affect his master in the least.
Passepartout blamed the captain, the engineer, and the crew,
and consigned all who were connected with the ship to the land
where the pepper grows. Perhaps the thought of the gas, which
was remorselessly burning at his expense in Saville Row, had
something to do with his hot impatience.

“You are in a great hurry, then,” said Fix to him one day,
“to reach Hong Kong?”

“ A very great hurry !”

“Mr. Fogg, 1 suppose, is anxious to catch the steamer for
Yokohama ?”

“ Terribly anxious.”

“You believe in this journey around the world, then ?”

“ Absolutely. Don’t you, Mr. Fix?” .

“TI? JI don’t believe a word of it.”

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This expression rather disturbed Fix, without his knowing
why. _Had the Frenchman guessed his real purpose? He knew
not what to think. But how could Passepartout have discovered
that he was a detective? Yet, in speaking as he did, the man
evidently meant more than he expressed.

Passepartout went still further the next day; he could not
hold: his tongue. ,

“Mr. Fix,” said he, in a bantering tone; “shall we be so un-
fortunate as to lose you when we get to Hong Kong?”

“Why,” responded Fix, a little embarrassed, “I don’t know ;
perhaps—”

“ Ah, if you would only go on with us! An agent of the
Peninsular Company, you know, can’t stop on the way! You
were only going to Bombay, and here you are in China.
America is not far off, and from America to Europe is only a
step.”

Fix looked intently at his companion, whose countenance was
as serene as possible, and laughed with him. But Passepartout
persisted in chaffing him by asking him if he made much by his
present occupation.

“Yes, and no,” returned Fix; “there is good and bad luck in
such things. But you must understand that I don’t travel at
my own expense.” ;

“Oh, I am quite sure of that !” cried Passepartout, laughing
heartily.

Fix, fairly puzzled, descended to his cabin and gave himself
up to his reflections. He was evidently suspected ; somehow
or other the Frenchman had found out that he was a detective.
But had he told his master? What part was he playing in all
this: was he an accomplice or not? Was the game, then, up ?
Fix spent several hours turning these things over in his mind,
sometimes thinking that all was lost, then persuading himself
that Fogg was ignorant of his presence, and then undecided
what course it was best to take.

Nevertheless, he preserved his coolness of mind, and at last
resolved to deal plainly with Passepartout. If he did not find
it practicable to arrest Fogg at Hong Kong, and if Fogg made
preparations to leave that last foothold of English territory, he,
Fix, would tell Passepartout all, Either the servant was the
accomplice of his master, and in this case the master knew of
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nothing about the robbery, and then his interest would be to
abandon the robber.

Such was the situation between Fix and Passepartout. Mean-
while Phileas Fogg moved about above them in the most majestic
and unconscious indifference. He was passing methodically in
his orbit around the world, regardless of the lesser stars which
gravitated around him. Yet there was near by what the astro-
nomers would call a disturbing star, which might have produced
an agitation in this gentleman’s heart. But no! the charms of
Aouda failed to act, to Passepartout’s great surprise; and the
disturbances, if they existed, would have been more difficult to
calculate than those of Uranus which led to the discovery of
Neptune.

It was every day an increasing wonder to Passepartout, who
read in Aouda’s eyes the depths of her gratitude to his master.
Phileas Fogg, though brave and gallant, must be, he thought,
quite heartless. As to the sentiment which this journey might
have awakened in him, there was clearly no trace of such a
thing ; while poor Passepartout existed in perpetual reveries.

One day he was leaning on the railing of the engine-room, and
was observing the engine, when a sudden pitch of the steamer
threw the screw out of the water. The steam came hissing out
of the valves ; and this made Passepartout indignant.

“The valves are not sufficiently charged!” he exclaimed.
“We are not going. Oh, these English! If this was an
American craft, we should blow up. perhaps, but we should. at
all events go faster !”

CHAPTER XVIII.

IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG, PASSEPARTOUT, AND FIX GO EACH
ABOUT HIS BUSINESS,

THE weather was bad during the latter days of the voyage.
The wind, obstinately remaining in the north-west, blew a gale,
and retarded the steamer. The “Rangoon” rolled heavily, and
the passengers became impatient of the long, monstrous waves
which the wind raised before their path. A sort of tempest
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about with fury, and the waves running high. The “ Rangoon”
reefed all her sails, and even the rigging proved too much,
whistling and shaking amid the squall. The steamer was forced
to proceed slowly, and the captain estimated that she would
reach Hong Kong twenty hours behind time, and more if the
storm lasted.

Phileas Fogg gazed at the tempestuous sea, which seemed
to be struggling especially to delay him, with his habitual
tranquillity. He never changed countenance for an instant,
though a delay of twenty hours, by making him too late for the
Yokohama boat, would almost inevitably cause the loss of the
wager. But this man of nerve manifested neither impatience
nor annoyance ; it seemed as if the storm were a part of his
programme, and had been foreseen. Aouda was amazed to
find him as calm as he had been from the first time she saw
him.

Fix did not look at the state of things in the same light. The
storm greatly pleased him. His satisfaction would. have been
complete had the “ Rangoon” been forced to retreat before the
violence of wind and waves. Each delay filled him with hope,
for it became more and more probable that Fogg would be
obliged to remain some days at Hong Kong; and now the
heavens themselves became his allies, with the gusts and squalls.
It mattered not that they made him sea-sick—he made no
account of this inconvenience; and whilst his body was
writhing under their effects, his spirit bounded with hopeful
exultation.

Passepartout was enraged beyond expression by the unpro-
pitious weather. Everything had gone so well tillnow! Earth
and sea had seemed to be at his master’s service ; steamers and
railways obeyed him; wind and steam united to speed his
journey. Had the hour of adversity come? Passepartout was
as much excited as if the twenty thousand pounds were to come
from his own pocket. The storm exasperated -him, the gale
made him furious, and he longed to lash the obstinate sea into
obedience. Poor fellow! Fix carefully concealed from him his
own’ satisfaction, for, had he betrayed it, Passepartout could
scarcely have restrained himself from personal violence.

Passepartout remained on deck as long as the tempest lasted,
being unable to remain quiet below, and taking it into his head
to aid the progress of the ship by lending a hand with the crew.



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He overwhelmed the captain, officers, and sailors, who could
not help laughing at his impatience, with all sorts of questions.
He wanted to know exactly how long the storm was going to
last ; whereupon he was referred to the barometer, which seemed
to have no intention of rising. Passepartout shook it, but with
no perceptible effect ; for neither shaking nor maledictions could
prevail upon it to change its mind.

On ‘the 4th, however, the sea became more calm, and the
storm lessened its violence ; the wind veered southward, and
was once more favourable. Passepartout cleared up with the
weather. Some of the sails were unfurled, and the “Rangoon”
resumed its most rapid speed. The time lost could not, how-
ever, be regained. Land was not signalled until five o’clock on
the- morning of the 6th; -the steamer was due on the 5th.
Phileas Fogg was twenty-four hours behindhand, and the Yoko-
hama steamer would of course be missed.

The pilot went on board at six, and took his place on the
bridge, to guide the “ Rangoon” through the channels to the
port of Hong Kong. Passepartout longed to ask him if the
steamer had left for Yokohama; but he dared not, for he wished
to preserve the spark of hope which still remained till the last
moment. He had confided his anxiety to Fix, who—the sly
rascal !—tried to console him by saying that Mr. Fogg would
be in time if he took the next boat ; but this only put Passe-
partout in a passion.

‘Mr. Fogg, bolder than his servant, did not hesitate to approach
the pilot, and tranquilly ask him if he knew when a steamer
would leave Hong Kong for Yokohama.

“ At high tide to-morrow morning,” answered the pilot.

“ Ah!” said Mr. Fogg, without betraying any-astonishment.

Passepartout, who heard what passed, would: willingly have
embraced the pilot, while Fix would have been glad to twist his
neck.

“What is the steamer’s name?” asked Mr. Fogg.

“The ‘ Carnatic.”

“ Ought she not to have gone yesterday ?”

“ Yes, sir ; but they had to repair one of her boilers, and so
her departure was postponed till to-morrow.”

“Thank you,” returned Mr, Fogg, descending mathematically
to the saloon.

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AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 9!

in his delight, exclaiming, “Pilot, you are the best of good
fellows :”

The pilot probably does not know to this day why his
responses won him this enthusiastic greeting. He remounted
the bridge, and guided the steamer through the flotilla of junks,
tankas, and fishing-boats which crowd the harbour of Hong
Kong. ;

At one o’clock the “Rangoon” was at the quay, and the
passengers were going ashore.

Chance had strangely favoured Phileas Fogg, for, had not
the “ Carnatic” been forced to lie over for repairing her boilers,
she would have left on the 6th of November, and the passengers
for Japan would have been obliged to await for a week the
sailing of the next steamer. Mr. Fogg was, it is true, twenty-
four hours behind his time ; but this could not seriously imperil
the remainder of his tour.

The steamer which crossed the Pacific from Yokohama to
San Francisco made a direct connexion with that from Hong
Kong, and it could not sail until the latter reached Yokohama;
and if Mr. Fogg was twenty-four hours late on reaching Yoko-
hama, this time would no doubt be easily regained in the voyage
of twenty-two days across the Pacific. He found himself, then,
about twenty-four hours behindhand, thirty-five days after
leaving London.

The “ Carnatic” was announced to leave Hong Kong at five
the next morning. Mr. Fogg had sixteen hours in which to
attend to his business there, which was to deposit Aouda safely
with her wealthy relative.

On landing, he conducted her to a palanquin, in which they
repaired to the Club Hotel. A room was engaged for the young
woman, and Mr.‘Fogg, after seeing that she wanted for nothing,
set out in search of her cousin Jejeeh. He instructed Passe-
partout to remain at the hotel until his return, that Aouda
might not be left entirely alone.

Mr. Fogg repaired to the Exchange, where, he did not doubt,
every one would know so wealthy and considerable a personage
as the Parsee merchant. Meeting a broker, he made the
inquiry, to learn that Jejeeh had left China two years before,
and, retiring from business with an immense fortune, had taken
up his residence in Europe—in Holland, the broker thought,
with the merchants of which country he had principally traded.



92 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS,

Phileas Fogg returned to the hotel, begged a moment’s con-
versation with Aouda, and, without more ado, apprised her that
Jejeeh was no longer at Hong Kong, but probably in Holland.

Aouda at first said nothing. She passed her hand across her
forehead, and reflected a few moments. Then, in her sweet,
soft voice, she said, “ What ought I do, Mr. Fogg?”

“Tt is very simple,” responded the gentleman. “Go on to
Europe.” ;

“But I cannot intrude—”

“You do not intrude, nor do you in the least embarrass my
project. Passepartout !”

“ Monsieur.” 7

“Go to the ‘ Carnatic,’ and engage three cabins.”

Passepartout, delighted that the young woman, who was very
gracious to him, was going to continue the journey with them,
went off at a brisk gait to obey his master’s order.

CHAPTER XIX.

IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT TAKES A TOO GREAT INTEREST IN
HIS MASTER, AND WHAT COMES OF IT.

Hone Kong is an island which came into the possession of
the English by the treaty of Nankin, after the war of 1842; and
the colonizing genius of the English has created upon it an
important city and an excellent port. The island is situated at
the mouth of the Canton River, and is separated by about sixty
miles from the Portuguese town of Macao, on the opposite coast.
Hong Kong has beaten Macao in the struggle for the Chinese
trade, and now the greater part of the transportation of Chinese
goods finds its depét at the former place. Docks, hospitals,
wharves, a Gothic cathedral, a government house, macadamized
streets give to Hong Kong the appearance of a town in Kent or
Surrey transferred by some strange magic to the antipodes. .
Passepartout wandered, with his hands in his pockets, towards
the Victoria port, gazing as he went at the curious palanquins
and other modes of conveyance, and the groups of Chinese,
Japanese, and Europeans who passed to and fro in the streets,



AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 93

Hong Kong seemed to him not unlike Bombay, Calcutta, and
Singapore, since, like them, it betrayed everywhere the evidence
of English supremacy. At the Victoria port he found a confused
mass of ships of all nations, English, French, American, and
Dutch, men-of-war and trading vessels, Japanese and Chinese
junks, sempas, tankas, and flower-boats, which formed so many
floating parterres. Passepartout noticed in the crowd a number
of the natives who seemed very old and were dressed in yellow.
On going into a barber’s to get shaved, he learned that these
ancient men were all at least eighty years old, at which age they
are permitted to wear yellow, which is the Imperial colour.
Passepartout, without exactly knowing why, thought this very
funny.

On reaching the quay where they were to embark on the
“Carnatic,” he was not astonished to find Fix walking up and
down. The detective seemed very much Cinbee and dis-
appointed.

“This is bad,” muttered Passepartout, “ for the gentlemen ae
the Reform Club! 1” He accosted Fix with a merry smile, as if
he had not perceived that gentleman’s chagrin. The detective
had, indeed, good reasons to inveigh against the bad luck which
pursued him. The warrant had not come! It was certainly
on the way, but as certainly it could not now reach Hong Kong
for several days; and this being the last English territory on
Mr. Fogg’s route, the robber would escape, unless he could
manage to detain him.

“‘Well, Monsieur Fix,” said Passepartout, “have you decided
to go on with us as far as America?”

“Yes,” returned Fix, through his set teeth.

“Good!” exclaimed Passepartout, laughing heartily. “I
knew you could not persuade yourself to separate from us. Come
and engage your berth.”

They entered the steamer office and secured cabins for-four
persons. The clerk, as he gave them the tickets, informed. them
that, the repairs on the “ Carnatic” having been completed, the
steamer would leave that very evening, and not next morning,
as had been announced.

“That will suit my master all the better,” said Passepartout.
“T will go and let him know.”

Fix now decided to make a bold move; he resolved to tell
Passepartout all, It seemed to be the only possible means of



94 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS,

keeping Phileas Fogg several days longer at Hong Kong. He
accordingly invited his companion into a tavern which caught
his eye on the quay. On entering, they found themselves in a
large room handsomely decorated, at the end of which was a
large camp-bed furnished with cushions. Several persons lay
upon this bed in a deep sleep. At the small tables which were
arranged about the room some thirty customers were drinking
English beer, porter, gin, and brandy ; smoking, the while, long
red clay pipes stuffed with little balls of opium mingled with
essence of rose. From time to time one of the smokers, over-
come with the narcotic, would slip under the table, whereupon
the waiters, taking him by the head and feet, carried and laid
him upon the bed. The bed already supported twenty of these
stupefied sots.

Fix and Passepartout saw that they were in a smoking-house
haunted by those wretched, cadaverous, idiotic creatures, to
whom the English merchants sell every year the miserable drug
called opium, to the amount of one million four hundred thousand
pounds—thousands devoted to one of the most despicable vices
which afflict humanity! The Chinese government has in vain
attempted to deal with the evil by stringent laws. It passed
gradually from the rich, to whom it was at first exclusively
reserved, to the lower classes, and then its ravages could not be
arrested. Opium is smoked everywhere, at all times, by men
and women, in the Celestial Empire; and, once accustomed to
it, the victims cannot dispense with it, except by suffering
horrible bodily contortions and agonies. A great smoker can
smoke as many as eight pipes a day ; but he dies in five years.
It was in one of these dens that Fix and Passépartout, in search
of a friendly glass, found themselves. Passepartout had no
money, but willingly accepted Fix’s invitation, in the hope of
returning the obligation at some future time.

They ordered two bottles of port, to which the Frenchman
did ample justice, whilst Fix observed him with close attention.
They chatted about the journey, and Passepartout was especially
merry at the idea that Fix was going to continue it with them.
When the bottles were empty, however, he rose to go and tell
his master of the change in the time of the sailing of the
“Carnatic.” 7

Fix caught him by the arm, and said, “ Wait a moment.”

“What for, Mr. Fix?”



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“T want to have a serious talk with you.”

“A serious talk!” cried Passepartout, drinking up the little
wine that was left in the bottom of his glass. “ Well, we'll talk
about it to-morrow ; I haven’t time now.”

“ Stay! What I have to say concerns your master.”

Passepartout, at this, looked attentively at his companion.
Fix’s face seemed to have a singular expression. He resumed
his seat.

“What is it that you have to say ?”

Fix placed his hand upon Passepartout’s arm and, lowering
his voice, said, ‘‘ You have guessed who I am?”

“ Parbleu !” said Passepartout, smiling.

“Then I’m going to tell you everything—”

“Now that I know everything, my friend! Ah! that’s very
good. But go on, go on. First, though, let me tell you that
those gentlemen have put themselves to a useless expense.”

“Useless!” said Fix. “You speak confidently. It’s clear
that you don’t know how large the sum is.”

“Of course I do,” returned Passepartout. “ Twenty thousand
pounds.”

“ Fifty-five thousand !” answered Fix, pressing his companion’s
hand.

“What !” cried the Frenchman. “ Has Monsieur Foge darcd
fifty-five thousand pounds! Well, there’s all the more reason
for not losing an instant,” he continued, getting up hastily.

Fix pushed Passepartout back in his chair, and resumed:
“ Fifty-five thousand pounds; and if I succeed, I get two
thousand pounds. If you'll help me, I’ll let you have five
hundred of them.”

“Help your” cried Passepartout, whose eyes were standing
wide open.

“Yes; help me keep Mr. Fogg here for two or three days.”

“Why, what are you saying? Those gentlemen are not
satisfied with following my master and suspecting his honour,
but they must try to put obstacles in his way? I blush for
them !”

“What do you mean?”

“T mean that it is a piece of shameful trickery. They might
as well waylay Mr. Fogg and put his money in their pockets !”

“That’s just what we count on doing.”

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96 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

more and more excited as the liquor mounted in his head, for
he drank without perceiving it. “A real conspiracy! And
gentlemen, too. Bah!” :

Fix began to be puzzled.

“Members of the Reform Club!” continued Passepartout.
“You must know, Monsieur Fix, that my master is an honest
man, and that, when he makes a wager, he tries to win it fairly !”

“But who do you think I am?” asked Fix, looking at him
intently.

“Parbleu! An agent of the members of the Reform Club,
sent out here to interrupt my master’s journey. But, though I
found you out some time ago, I’ve taken good care to say nothing
about it to Mr. Fogg.” oe

“He knows nothing, then ?”

“ Nothing,” replied Passepartout, again emptying his glass:

The detective passed his hand across his forehead, hesitating
before he spoke again. What should he do? Passepartout’s
mistake seemed sincere, but it made his design more difficult.
It was evident that the servant was not the master’s accomplice,
as Fix had been inclined to suspect.

“ Well,” said the detective to himself, “as he is not an accom-
plice, he will help me.”

He had no time to lose: Fogg must be detained at Hong
Kong; so he resolved to make a clean breast of it.

“ Listen to me,” said Fix abruptly. “Iam not, as you think,
an agent of the members of the Reform Club—”

“Bah !” retorted Passepartout, with an air of raillery.

“T am a police detective, sent out here by the London office.”

“You, a detective?”

“J will prove it. Here is my commission.”

Passepartout was speechless with astonishment when Fix
displayed this document, the genuineness of which could not be
doubted.

“ Mr. Fogg’s wager,” resumed Fix, “is only a pretext, of which
you and the gentlemen of the Reform are dupes. He hada
motive for securing your innocent complicity.”

“But why ?”

“Listen. On the 28th of last September a robbery of fifty-five
thousand pounds was committed at the Bank of England by a
person whose description was fortunately secured. Here is this
description ; it answers exactly to that of Mr. Phileas Fogg.”



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“ What nonsense !” cried Passepartout, striking the table with
his fist. “ My master is the most honourable of men!”

“How can you tell? You know scarcely anything about him.
You went into his service the day he came away; and he came
away on a foolish pretext, without trunks, and carrying a large
amount in bank-notes. And yet you are bold enough to assert
that he is an honest man!”

“Yes, yes,” repeated the poor fellow mechanically.

“Would you like to be arrested as his accomplice ?”

Passepartout, overcome by what he had heard, held his head
between his hands, and did not dare to look at the detective.
Phileas Fogg, the saviour of Aouda, that brave and generous
man, a robber! And yet how many presumptions there were
against him! Passepartout essayed to reject the suspicions
which forced themselves upon his mind; he did not wish to
believe that his master was guilty.

“Well, what do you want of me?” said he, at last, with an
effort.

“See here,” replied Fix; “I have tracked Mr. Fogg to this
place, but as yet I have failed to receive the warrant of arrest
for which I sent to London. You must help me to keep him
here in Hong Kong—”

“I! But I—

“T will share with you the two-thousand-pounds reward offered
by the Bank of England.”

“ Never !” replied Passepartout, who tried to rise, but fell back,
exhausted in mind and body.

“Mr. Fix,” he stammered, “even should what you say be true
~—if my master is really the robber you are seeking for—which I
deny—I have been, am, in his service; I have seen his gene-
rosity and goodness ; and I will never betray him—not for all
the gold in the world. I come from a village where they don’t
eat that kind of bread !”

“You refuse ?

“T refuse.”

“Consider that I’ve said nothing,” said Fix; “and let us
drink.”

“Yes; let us drink!”

Passepartout felt himself yielding more and more to the effects
of the liquor. Fix, seeing that he must, at all hazards, be
separated from his master, wished to entirely overcome him.

G



98 AROUND THE WORLD IN’ EIGHTY DAYS.

Some pipes full of opium lay upon the table. Fix slipped one
into Passepartout’s hand. He took it, put it between his lips, lit
it, drew several puffs, and his head, becoming heavy under the
influence of the narcotic, fell upon the table.

“ At last !” said Fix, seeing Passepartout unconscious. “ Mr.
Fogg will not be informed of the time of the ‘ Carnatic’s’ depar-
ture; and, if he is, he will have to go without this cursed
Frenchman !”

And, after paying his bill, Fix left the tavern,

CHAPTER XxX.
IN WHICH FIX COMES FACE TO FACE WITH PHILEAS FOGG,

WHILE these events were passing at the opium-house, Mr. Fogg,
unconscious of the danger he was in of losing the steamer, was
quietly escorting Aouda about the streets of the English quarter,
making the necessary purchases for the long voyage before them.
It was all very well for an Englishman like Mr. Fogg to make
the tour of the world with a carpet-bag ; a lady could not be
expected to travel comfortably under such conditions. He
acquitted his task with characteristic serenity, and invariably
replied to the remonstrances of his companion, who was confused
by his patience and generosity,—

“It is in the interest of my journey—a part of my pro-
gramme.”

The purchases made, they returned to the hotel, where they
dined at a sumptuously served zadle-ad’héte,; after which Aouda,
shaking hands with her protector after the English fashion,
retired to her room for rest. Mr. Fogg absorbed himself
throughout the evening in the perusal of the Zzmes and J/ustrated
London News. :

Had he been capable of being astonished at anything, it would
have been not to see his servant return at bed-time. But, know-
ing that the steamer was not to leave for Yokohama until the
next morning, he did not disturb himself about the matter.
When Passepartout did not appear the next morning, to answer

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AROUND THE WORLD IN
EIGHTY DAYS.

BY
JULES VERNE,

AUTHOR OF ‘‘TWENTY THOUSAND LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA.”

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Lonvan:

SAMPSON LOW, MARSTON, SEARLE, & RIVINGTON,
CROWN BUILDINGS, 188, FLEET STREET.
CONTENTS.

—_—_.—_—
CHAPTER I,
In which Phileas Fogg and Passepartout accept each other, the one
as master, the other as man . . . . . .
_ CHAPTER IL
In which Passepartout is convinced that he has at last found his
ideal . . . . . . . 7 . . .

CHAPTER IIT.

In which a conversation takes place which seems likely to cost
Phileas Fogg dear . . . . . . . .

CHAPTER IV.
In which Phileas Fogg astounds Passepartout, his servant .- .

CHAPTER V.
In which a new species of funds, unknown to the monied men,
appearson’Change =. . «© «© «© © «© «¢

CHAPTER VI.
In which Fix, the detective, betrays a very natural impatience.

CHAPTER VII.

Which once more demonstrates the uselessness of passports as. aids
to detectives. ° . . . . . . . .

CHAPTER VIII.
In which Passepartout talks rather more, perhaps, than is prudent

CHAPTER IX.

In which the Red Sea and the Indian Ocean prove propitious to
the designs of Phileas Fogg . . . . ’ . .

PAGS

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16

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27
vi CONTENTS,

CHAPTER X. PAGE
In which Passepartout is only too glad to get off with the loss of
his shoes, . . . . . . 8 43
CHAPTER XI.
In which Phileas Fogg secures a curious means of conveyance at a
fabulous price e+ 7 . ° . . . 47
CHAPTER XII.
In which Phileas Fogg and his companions venture across the
Indian forests, and what ensued . 7 . . 54
: CHAPTER: XIII.
In which Passepartout receives a new proof that fortune favours
the brave. . . 7 . . . . . - 59
CHAPTER XIV.
In 1 which Phileas Fogg descends the whole length of the beautiful
valley of the Ganges, without ever thinking of seeing it . 67
CHAPTER XV:
In which the bag of bank-notes disgorges some thousands of pounds
more . 7 7 a . : . . 7 » 74
CHAPTER XVI.
In which Fix does not seem to understand in the least what is said
to him . ° . . *. . . . . . » 79°
. CHAPTER XVII.
Showing what happened on the voyage from Singapore to Hong
-- Kong. ° . . . . . ee » oe 84
CHAPTER XVIII.
" which Phileas Fogg; Passepartout, and Fix go each about his
~ business 5 : ° . : se . - 88
CHAPTER XIX.
In which Passepartout takes a too great interest int his master, and
what comes of it . 92
CHAPTER XX. .
In which Fix comes face to face with Phileas Fogg . -. - 98
CONTENTS, vii

CHAPTER XX1. PAGE
In which the master of the ‘‘Tankadere” runs great risk of losing
a reward of two hundred pounds . . . . . + 103

CHAPTER XXII.

In which Passepartout finds out that, even at the antipodes, it is
convenient to have some money in one’s pocket. . - 110

CHAPTER XXIII

In which Passepartout’s nose becomes outrageously long 7 » 15

CHAPTER XXIV.
During which Mr. Fogg and party cross the Pacific Ocean . » 123

CHAPTER XXV. .
In which a slight glimpse is had of San Francisco . . - 128

CHAPTER XXVI.
In which Phileas Fogg and party travel by the Pacific Railroad . 133

CHAPTER XXVII.

In which Passepartout undergoes, at a speed of twenty miles an
hour, a course of Mormon history . 7 . . . - 137

CHAPTER XXVIII.
In which Passepartout does not enced in making anybody listen
toreason . . : . ‘ . . . . + 143

CHAPTER XXIX.

In which certain incidents are narrated which are only to be met
with on American railroads . 7 : . 7 . - I51

CHAPTER XXX.
In which Phileas Fogg simply does his duty . .

158

CHAPTER XXXI.
In which Fix the detective considerably furthers the interests of
Phileas Fog: . 7 7 . . . . . » 163

CHAPTER XXXII.
In which Phileas Fogg engages in a direct struggle with bad
fortune 7 . . : . . . 7 . - 170
vili CONTENTS,

. CHAPTER XXXIII. PAGE

In which Phileas Fogg shows himself equal to the occasion . ° 174
CHAPTER XXXIV.

In which Phileas Fogg at last reaches London. ° ». + 180
CHAPTER XXXV.

In which Phileas Fogg does not have to repeat his orders to
Passepartout twice . . . 8 . - 183

CHAPTER XXXVI.
In which Phileas Fogg’s name is once more at a premium on
*Change . . . . . . . . - 187

; CHAPTER XXXVII.
In which it is shown that Phileas Fogg gained nothing by his
tour around the world, unless it were happiness. . - 190

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.



Phileas Fogg . . . . . . . « Lvontispiece
Detective Fix. . . . . . "oe . + 30
There was a cry of terror. . . . . oe - 65
Passepartout not at all frightened . . . . . - 72
The monument collapsed like a castle of cards. . . . 121
The bridge, completely ruined, fell with a crash . ‘ . » 149

And sometimes a pack of prairie wolves 7 . e168
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CHAPTER I.

IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AND PASSEPARTOUT ACCEPT EACH
OTHER, THE ONE AS MASTER, THE OTHER AS MAN.

Mr. PHILEAS FocG lived, in 1872, at No. 7, Saville Row,
Burlington Gardens, the house in which Sheridan died in 1814.
He was one of the most noticeable members of the Reform
Club, though he seemed always to avoid attracting attention ;
an enigmatical personage, about whom little was known, except
that he was a polished man of the world. People said that he
resembled Byron,—at least that his head was Byronic; but he
was a bearded, tranquil Byron, who might live on a thousand
years without growing old.

Certainly an Englishman, it was more doubtful whether
Phileas Fogg was a Londoner. He was never seen on ’Change,
nor at the Bank, nor in the counting-rooms of the “ City;” no
ships ever came into London docks of which. he was the owner;
he had no public employment; he had never been entered at
any of the Inns of Court, either at the Temple, or Lincoln’s
Inn, or Gray’s Inn; nor had his voice ever resounded in the
Court of Chancery, or in the Exchequer, or the Queen’s Bench,
or the Ecclesiastical Courts. He certainly was not a manufac-
turer; nor was he a merchant or a gentleman farmer. His
name was strange to the scientific and learned societies, and he
never was known to take part in the sage deliberations of the
Royal Institution or the London Institution, the Artisan’s Asso-
ciation or the Institution of Arts and Sciences. He belonged,
in fact, to none of the numerous societies which swarm in the
Io AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

English capital, from the Harmonic to that of the Entomolo-
gists, founded mainly for the purpose of abolishing pernicious
insects. ;

Phileas Fogg was a member of the Reform, and that was all.

The way in which he got admission to this exclusive club was
simple enough.

He was recommended by the Barings, with whom he had an
open credit. His checks were regularly paid at sight from his
account current, which was always flush.

Was Phileas Fogg rich? Undoubtedly. But those who knew
him best could not imagine how he had made his fortune, and
Mr. Fogg was the last person to whom to apply for the infor-
mation. He was not lavish, nor, on the contrary, avaricious ;
for whenever he knew that money was needed for a noble,
useful, or benevolent purpose, he supplied it quietly, and some-
times anonymously. He was, in short, the least communicative
ofmen. He talked very little, and seemed all the more myste-
rious for his taciturn manner. His daily habits were quite open
to observation ; but whatever he did was so exactly the same
thing that he had always done before, that the wits of the curious
were fairly puzzled.

Had he travelled? It was likely, for no one seemed to know
the world more familiarly ; there was no spot so secluded that
he did not appear to have an intimate acquaintance with it. He
often corrected, with a few clear words, the thousand conjectures
advanced by members of the club as to lost and unheard-of
travellers, pointing out the true probabilities, and seeming as if
gifted with a sort of second sight, so often did events justify his
predictions. He must have travelled everywhere, at least in the
spirit.

It was at least certain that Phileas Fogg had not absented
himself from London for many years. Those who were honoured
by a better acquaintance with him than the rest, declared that
nobody could pretend to have ever seen him anywhere else.
His sole pastimes were reading the papers and playing whist.
He often won at this game, wsich, as a silent one, harmonized
with his nature; but his winnings never went into his purse,
being reserved as a fund for his charities. Mr. Fogg played,
not to win, but for the sake of playing. The game was in his
eyes a contest, a struggle with a difficulty, yet a motionless, un-
wearying struggle, congenial to his tastes.
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Phileas Fogg was not known to have either wife or children,
which may happen to the most honest people ; either relatives
or near friends, which is certainly more unusual. He lived
alone in his house in Saville Row, whither none penetrated. A
single domestic sufficed to serve him. He breakfasted and
dined at the club, at hours mathematically fixed, in the same
room, at the same table, never taking his meals with other
members, much less bringing a guest with him ; and went home
at exactly midnight, only to retire at once to bed. He never
used the cosy chambers which the Reform provides for its
favoured members. He passed ten hours out of the twenty-four
in Saville Row, either in sleeping or making his toilet. When
he chose to take a walk, it was with a regular step in the entrance
hall with its mosaic flooring, or in the circular gallery with its
dome supported by twenty red porphyry Ionic columns, and
illumined by blue painted windows. When he breakfasted or
dined, all the resources of the club—its kitchens and pantries,
its buttery and dairy—aided to crowd his table with their most
succulent stores ; he was served by the gravest waiters, in dress
coats, and shoes with swan-skin soles, who proffered the viands
in special porcelain, and on the finest linen; club decanters, of
a lost mould, contained his sherry, his port, and his cinnamon-
spiced claret ; while his beverages were refreshingly cooled with
ice, brought at great cost from the American lakes.

If to live in this style is to be eccentric, it must be confessed
that there is something good in eccentricity !

The mansion in Saville Row, though not sumptuous, was
exceedingly comfortable. The habits of its occupant were such
as to demand but little from the sole domestic; but Phileas
Fogg required him to be almost superhumanly prompt and
regular. On this very 2nd of October he had dismissed James
Forster, because that luckless youth had brought him shaving-
water at eighty-four degrees Fahrenheit instead of eighty-six ;
and he was awaiting his successor, who was due at the house
between eleven and half-past.

Phileas Fogg was seated squarely in his arm-chair, his feet
close together like those of a grenadier on parade, his hands
resting on his knees, his body straight, his head erect ; he was
steadily watching a complicated clock which indicated the
hours, the minutes, the seconds, the days, the months, and the
years. At exactly half-past eleven M#. Fosg would, accord-
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ing to his daily habit, quit Saville Row, and repair to the
Reform.

A rap at this moment sounded on the door of the cosy apart-
ment where Phileas Fogg was seated, and James Forster, the
dismissed servant, appeared.

“The new servant,” said he.

A young man of thirty advanced and nea

“You are a Frenchman, I believe,” asked Phileas Fogg, “and
your name is John: 2”

“Jean, if monsieur pleases,” replied the new-comer, “Jean
Passepartout, a surname which has clung to me because I have
a natural aptness for going out of one business into another. I
believe I’m honest, monsieur, but, to be outspoken, I’ve had
several trades. I’ve been an itinerant singer, a circus-rider,
when I used to vault like Leotard, and dance on a rope like
Blondin. Then I got.to be a professor of gymnastics, so as to
make better use of my talents; and then I was a sergeant fire-
man at Paris, and assisted at many a big fire. But I quitted
France five years ago, and, wishing to ‘taste the sweets of
domestic life, took service as a valet here in England. Finding
myself out of place, and hearing that Monsieur Phileas Fogg was
the most exact and settled gentleman in the United Kingdom, I
have come to monsieur in the hope of living with him a tranquil
life, and forgetting even the name of Passepartout.”

“ Passepartout suits me,” responded Mr, Fogg. “You are
well recommended to me; I hear a good report of you. You
know my conditions?” ..

“Yes, monsieur.”
“Good. What time is it?”

“Twenty-two minutes after eleven,” returned Passepartout,
drawing an enormous silver watch from the depths of his
pocket.

“ You are too slow,” said Mr. Fogg.

“Pardon me, monsieur, it is impossible—”

“You are four minutes too slow. . No matter; it’s enough
to mention the error. Now from this moment, twenty-nine
minutes after eleven, a.m., this Wednesday, October 2nd, you
are in my service.”

Phileas Fogg got up, took his hat in his left hand, put it on
his head with an automatic motion, and went off without a
word.
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Passepartout heard the street door shut once ; it was his new
master going out. He heard it shut again; it was his prede-
cessor, James Forster, departing in his turn. Passepartout
remained alone in the house in Saville Row.

CHAPTER Ii.

IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT IS CONVINCED THAT HE IAS AT
LAST FOUND HIS IDEAL,

“ FAITH,” muttered Passepartout, somewhat flurried, “I’ve seen
people at Madame Tussaud’s as lively as my new master !”

Madame Tussaud’s “people,” let it be said, are of wax, and
are much visited in London; speech is all that is wanting to
make them human. :

During his brief interview with Mr. Fogg, Passepartout had
been carefully observing him. He appeared to be a man about
forty years of age, with fine, handsome features, and a tall, well-
shaped figure ; his hair and whiskers were light, his forehead
compact and unwrinkled, his face rather pale, his teeth magni-
ficent. His countenance possessed in the highest degree what
physiognomists call “repose in action,” a quality of those who
act rather than talk. Calm and phlegmatic, with a clear eye,
Mr. Fogg seemed a perfect type of that English composure
which Angelica Kauffmann has so skilfully represented on
canvas. Seen in the various phases of his daily life, he gave
the idea of being perfectly well-balanced, as exactly regulated
as a Leroy chronometer. Phileas Fogg was, indeed, exactitude
personified, and this was betrayed even in the expression of his
very hands and feet; for in men, as well as in animals, the
limbs themselves are expressive of the passions.

He was so exact that he was never in a hurry, was always
ready, and was economical alike of his steps and his. motions,
He never took one step too many, and always went to his
destination by the shortest cut ; he made no superfluous gestures,
and was never seen to be moved or agitated. He was the most
deliberate person in the world, yet always reached his destina-
tion at the exact moment.
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He lived alone, and, so to speak, outside of every social
relation; and as he knew that in this world account must be
taken of friction, and that friction retards, he never rubbed
against anybody.

As for Passepartout, he was a true Parisian of Paris. Since
he had abandoned his own country for England, taking service
as a valet, he had in vain searched for a master after his own
heart. Passepartout was by no means one of those pert dunces
depicted by Moliére, with a bold gaze and a nose held high in
the air; he was an honest fellow, with a pleasant face, lips a
trifle protruding, soft-mannered and serviceable, with a good
round head, such as one likes to see on the shoulders of a friend.
His eyes were blue, his complexion rubicund, his figure almost
portly and well built, his body muscular, and his physical powers
fully developed by the exercises of his younger days. His
brown hair was somewhat tumbled; for while the ancient
sculptors are said to have known eighteen methods of arranging
Minerva’s tresses, Passepartout was familiar with but one of
dressing his own : three strokes of a large-tooth comb completed
his toilet. .

It would be rash to predict how Passepartout’s lively nature
would agree with Mr. Fogg. It was impossible to tell whether
the new servant would turn out as absolutely methodical as his
master required; experience alone could solve the question.
Passepartout had been a sort of vagrant in his early years, and
now yearned for repose; but so far he had failed to find it,
though he had already served in ten English houses. But he
could not take root in any of these; with chagrin he found his
masters invariably whimsical and irregular, constantly running
about the country, or on the look-out for adventure. His last
master, young Lord Longferry, Member of Parliament, after
passing his nights in the Haymarket taverns, was too often
brought home in the morning on policemen’s shoulders. Passe-
partout, desirous of respecting the gentleman whom he served,
ventured a mild remonstrance on such conduct; which being ill
received, he took his leave. Hearing that Mr. Phileas Fogg
was looking for a servant, and that his life was one of unbroken
regularity, that he neither travelled nor stayed from home over-
night, he felt sure that this would be the place he was
after. He presented himself, and was accepted, as has been
seen.
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At half-past eleven then, Passcpartout found himself alone in
the house in Saville Row. He began its inspection without
delay, scouring it from cellar to garret. So clean, well-arranged,
solemn a mansion pleased him ; it seemed to him like a snail’s
shell, lighted and warmed by gas, which sufficed for both these
purposes. When Passepartout reached the second story, he
recognized at once the room which he was to inhabit, and he
was well satisfied with it. Electric bells and speaking-tubes
afforded communication with the lower stories; while on the
mantel stood an electric clock, precisely like that in Mr.
Fogg’s bedchamber, both beating the same second’at the same
instant. “That’s good, that’ll do,” said Passepartout to
himself. : :

He suddenly observed, hung over the clock, a card which,
upon inspection, proved to be a programme of the daily routine
of the house. It comprised all that was required of the servant,
from eight in the morning, exactly at which hour Phileas Fogg
rose, till half-past eleven, when he left the house for the Reform
Club,—all the details of service, the tea and toast at twenty-three
minutes past eight, the shaving-water at thirty-seven minutes
past nine, and the toilet at twenty minutes before ten. Every-
thing was regulated and foreseen that was to be done from half-
past eleven a.m. till midnight, the hour at which the methodical
gentleman retired.

Mr. Fogg’s wardrobe was amply supplied and in the best
taste. Each pair of trowsers, coat, and vest bore a number,
indicating the time of year and season at which they were in
turn to be laid out for wearing; and the same system was
applied to the master’s shoes. In short, the house in Saville
Row, which must have been a very temple of disorder and
unrest under the illustrious but dissipated Sheridan, was cosiness, -
comfort, and method idealized. There was no study, nor were
there books, which would have been quite useless to Mr. Fogg ;
for at the Reform two libraries, one of general literature and the
other of law and politics, were at his service. A moderate-sized
safe stood in his bedroom, constructed so as to defy fire as well
as burglars ; but Passepartout found neither arms nor hunting
weapons anywhere; everything betrayed the most tranquil and
peaceable habits.

Having scrutinized the house from top to bottom, he rubbed
his hands, a broad smile overspread his features, and he said
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joyfully, “This is just what I wanted! Ah, we shall get on
together, Mr. Fogg and I! What a domestic and regular
gentleman! A real machine; well, I don’t mind serving a
machine.

CHAPTER III.

IN WHICH A CONVERSATION TAKES PLACE WHICH SEEMS
LIKELY TO COST PHILEAS FOGG DEAR.

PHILEAS FoGG, having shut the door of his house at half-past
eleven, and having put his right foot before his left five hundred
and seventy-five times, and his left foot before his right five
hundred and seventy-six times, reached the Reform Club, an
imposing edifice in Pall Mall, which could not have cost less
than three millions. He repaired at once to the dining-room,
the nine windows of which open upon a tasteful garden, where
the trees were already gilded with an autumn colouring; and
took his place at the habitual table, the cover of which had
already been laid for him. His breakfast consisted of a side-
dish, a broiled fish with Reading sauce, a scarlet slice of roast
beef garnished with mushrooms, a rhubarb and gooseberry tart,
and a morsel of Cheshire cheese, the whole being washed down
with several cups of tea, for which the Reform is famous. He
rose at thirteen minutes to one, and directed his steps towards
the large hall, a sumptuous apartment adorned with lavishly-
framed paintings. A flunkey handed him an uncut 7%mes, which
he proceeded to cut with a skill which betrayed familiarity with
this delicate operation. The perusal of this paper absorbed
Phileas Fogg until a quarter before four, whilst the Standard,
his next task, occupied him till the dinner hour. Dinner passed
as breakfast had done, and Mr. Fogg reappeared in the reading-
room and sat down to the Pall Jfall at twenty minutes before
six.

Half an hour later several members of the Reform came
in and drew up to the fireplace, where a coal fire was steadily
burning. They were Mr. Fogg’s usual partners at whist;
Andrew Stuart, an engineer; John Sullivan and Samuel
Fallentin, bankers ; Thomas Flanagan, a brewer ; and Gauthier
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Ralph, one of the Directors of the Bank of England ;—all rich
and highly respectable personages, even in a club which com-
prises the princes of English trade and finance.

“Well, Ralph,” said Thomas Flanagan, “what about that
robbery ?”

“Oh,” replied Stuart, “the bank will lose the money.”.

“On the contrary,” broke in Ralph, “I hope we may put our
hands on the robber. Skilful detectives have-been sent to all
the principal ports of America and the Continent, and he’ll be a
clever fellow if he slips through their fingers.”

“But have you got the robber’s description ?” asked Stuart.

“Tn the first place, he is no robber at all,” returned Ralph,
positively. :

“What! a fellow who makes off with fifty-five thousand
pounds, no robber ?”

7 No.”

“ Perhaps he’s a manufacturer, then.”

“The Daily Telegraph says that he is a gentleman.”

It was Phileas Fogg, whose head now emerged from behind
his newspapers, who made this remark. He bowed to his friends,
and entered into the conversation. The affair which formed its
subject, and which was town talk, had occurred three days before
at the Bank of England. A package of bank-notes, to the value
of fifty-five thousand pounds, had been taken from the principal
cashier’s table, that functionary being at the moment engaged in
registering the receipt of three shillings and sixpence. Ofcourse
he could not have his eyes everywhere. Let it be observed that
the Bank of England reposes a touching confidence in the
honesty of the public. There are neither guards nor gratings to
protect its treasures ; gold, silver, bank-notes are freely exposed,
at the mercy of the first comer. A keen observer of English
customs relates that, being in one of the rooms of the Bank one
day, he had the curiosity to examine a gold ingot weighing
some seven or eight pounds. He took it up, scrutinized it,
passed it to his neighbour, he to the next man, and so on until
the ingot, going from hand to hand, was transferred to the end
of a dark entry ; nor. did it return to its place for half an hour.
Meanwhile, the cashier had not so much as raised his head.
But in the present instance things had not gone so smoothly.
The package of notes not being found when five o’clock sounded
from the ponderous clock in the “drawing office,” the amount

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was passed to the account of profit and loss. As soon as the
robbery was discovered, picked detectives hastened off to Liver-
pool, Glasgow, Havre, Suez, Brindisi, New York, and other
ports, inspired by the proffered reward of two thousand pounds,
and five per cent. on the sum that might be recovered. Detec-
tives were also charged with narrowly watching those who arrived
at or left London by rail, and a judicial examination was at once
entered upon.

There were real grounds for supposing, as the Daily Telegraph
said, that the thief did not belong to a professional band. On the
day of the robbery a well-dressed gentleman of polished manners,
and with a well-to-do air, had been observed going to and fro in
the paying-room, where the crime was committed. A description of
him was easily procured, andsenttothe detectives; andsome hope-
ful spirits, of whom Ralph was one, did not despair of his appre-
hension. The papers and clubs were full of the affair, and every-
where people were discussing the probabilities of a successful
pursuit; and the Reform Club was especially agitated, several of
its members being Bank officials.

Ralph would not concede that the work of the detectives was
likely to be in vain, for he thought that the prize offered would
greatly stimulate their zeal and activity. But Stuart was far
from sharing this confidence; and as they placed themselves at
the whist-table, they continued to argue the matter. Stuart and
Flanagan played together, while Phileas Fogg had Fallentin for
his partner. As the game proceeded the conversation ceased,
excepting between the rubbers, when it revived again.

“JT maintain,” said Stuart, “that the chances are in favour of
the thief, who must be a shrewd fellow.”

“Well, but where can he fly to?” asked Ralph. “Nocountry
is safe for him.”

“ Pshaw !”

“Where could he go, then?”

“ Oh, I don’t know that. The world is big enough.”

“It was once,” said Phileas Fogg, ina lowtone. “ Cut, sir,”
he added, handing the cards to Thomas Flanagan.

The discussion fell during the rubber, after which Stuart took
up its thread.

“What do you mean by ‘once’? Has the world grown
smaller ?”

“Certainly,” returned Ralph. I agree with Mr. Fogg. The
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world “as grown smaller, since a man can now go round it ten
times more quickly than a hundred years ago. And that is why
the search for this thief will be more likely to succeed.”

“ And also why the thief can get away more easily.”

“Be so good as to play, Mr. Stuart,” said Phileas Fogg.

But the incredulous Stuart was not convinced, and when the
hand was finished, said eagerly: “You have a strange way,
Ralph, of proving that the world has grown smaller. So, be-
cause you can go round it in three months—

' “In eighty days,” interrupted Phileas Fogg.

“That is true, gentlemen,” added John Sullivan. “Only
eighty days, now that the section between Rothal and Allahabad,
on the Great Indian Peninsula Railway, has been opened. Here
is the estimate made by the Daily Telegraph :—

From London to Suez vzé Mont Cenis and Brin-

disi, by rail and steamboats . ‘i . - 7 days.
From Suez to Bombay, by steamer . : - 130 y
From Bombay to Calcutta, by rail . : e= 2Bo 55
From Calcutta to Hong Kong, by steamer 6 113%
From Hong Kong to Yokohama (Japan), by

steamer . . 6 4,
From Yokohama to San Francisco, by seater 22 55
From San Francisco to New York, by rail Ln oy, is

From New York to London, by steamer andrail 9 ,,

Total =. , . . . 80 days.

“Yes, in eighty days!” exclaimed Stuart, who in his excite-
ment made a false deal. “ But that doesn’t take into account
bad weather, contrary winds, shipwrecks, railway accidents, and
so on.”

“ All included,” returned Phileas Fogg, continuing to play
despite the discussion,

“But suppose ne Hindoos or Indians pull up the rails,”
replied Stuart; “suppose they stop the trains, pillage the
luggage-vans, and scalp the passengers !”

“ All included,” calmly retorted Fogg ; adding, as he threw
down the cards, “ Two trumps.”

Stuart, whose turn it was to deal, gathered them up, and went

n: “You are right theoretically, Mr. Fogg, but practically—”

“ Practically also, Mr. Stuart.”

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20 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

“T’d like to see you do it in eighty days.”

“Tt depends on you. Shall we go?”

“Heaven preserve me! But I would wager four thousand
pounds that such a journey, made under these conditions, is
impossible.”

“ Quite possible, on the contrary,” returned Mr. Fogg.

“Well, make it, then!”

“The journey round the world in eighty days?”

“cc Yes.”

“1 should like nothing better.”

“ When?”

“ At once, Only I warn you that I shall do it at your
expense.”

“Tt’s absurd!” cried Stuart, who was beginning to be annoyed
at oe ; Dersiateney of his friend. “Come, let’s go on with the
game.”

“ Deal over again, then,” said Phileas Fogg, “There’s a false
deal.”

Stuart took up the pack with a feverish hand; then suddenly
put them down again.

“Well, Mr. Fogg,” said he, “it shall be so: I will wager the
four thousand on it.”

“Calm yourself, my dear Stuart,” said Fallentin. “It’s only
a joke.”

“When I say I’ll wager,” returned Stuart, “I mean it.”

“All right,” said Mr. Fogg; and, turning to the others, he
continued, “I have a deposit of twenty thousand at Baring’s
which I will willingly risk upon it.”

“Twenty thousand pounds!” cried Sullivan. “Twenty
thousand pounds, which you would lose by a single accidental
delay !”

“The unforeseen does not exist,” quietly replied Phileas Fogg.

“ But, Mr. Fogg, eighty days are only the estimate of the tease
possible time in which the journey can be made.”

“ A well-used minimum suffices for everything.”

“ But, in order not to exceed it, you must jump mathematically
from the trains upon the steamers, and from the steamers upon
the trains again.”

“1 will jump—mathematically.”

“You are joking.”

“A true Englishman doesn’t joke when he is talking about
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so serious a thing as a wager,” replied Phileas Fogg, solemnly.
“T will bet twenty thousand pounds against any one who wishes,
that I will make the tour of the world in eighty days or less ; in
nineteen hundred and twenty hours, or a hundred and fifteen
thousand two hundred minutes. Do you accept ?”

“We accept,” replied Messrs. Stuart, Fallentin, Sullivan,
Flanagan, and Ralph, after consulting each other.

“Good,” said Mr. Fogg. The train leaves for Dover at a
quarter before nine. I will take it.”

“This very evening?” asked Stuart.

“ This very evening,” returned Phileas Fogg. He took out
and consulted a pocket almanac, and added, “As to-day is
Wednesday, the second of October, I shall be due in London, in
this very room of the Reform Club, on Saturday, the twenty-
first of December, at a quarter before nine p.m.; or else the
twenty thousand pounds, now deposited in my name at Baring’s,
will belong to you, in fact and in right, gentlemen. Here is a
check for the amount.”

A memorandum of the wager was at once drawn up and
signed by the six parties, during which Phileas Fogg preserved
a stoical composure. He certainly did not bet to win, and had
only staked the twenty thousand pounds, half of his fortune,
because he foresaw that he might have to expend the other half
to carry out this difficult, not to say unattainable, project. As
for his antagonists, they seemed much agitated ; not so much by
the value of their stake, as because they had some scruples
about betting under conditions so difficult to their friend.

The clock struck seven, and the party offered to suspend the
game so that Mr, Fogg might make his preparations for de-
parture.

“T am quite ready now,” was his tranquil response.
“ Diamonds are trumps: be so good as to play, gentlemen.”

CHAPTER IV.

IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG ASTOUNDS PASSEPARTOUT, HIS
SERVANT.

HAVING won twenty guineas at whist, and taken leave of his
22 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

friends, Phileas Fogg, at twenty-five minutes past seven, left the
Reform Club.

Passepartout, who had conscientiously studied the programme
of his duties, was more than surprised to see his master guilty of
the inexactness of appearing at this unaccustomed hour ; for,
according to rule, he was not due in Saville Row until precisely
midnight.

Mr. Fogg repaired to his bedroom, and called out, “ Passe-
partout !”

Passepartout did not reply. It could not be he who was
called; it was not the right hour.

“Passepartout!” repeated Mr. Fogg, without raising his
voice.

Passepartout made his appearance.

“T’ve called you twice,” observed his master.

“But it is not midnight,” responded the other, showing his
watch,

“TI know it; I don’t blame you. We start for Dover and
Calais in ten minutes.”

A puzzled grin overspread Passepartout’s round face ; clearly
he had not comprehended his master.

“ Monsieur is going to leave home ?”

“Yes,” returned Phileas Fogg. “We are going round the
world.”

Passepartout opened wide his eyes, raised his eyebrows, held
up his hands, and seemed about to collapse, so overcome was
he with stupefied astonishment.

“ Round the world !” he murmured.

“In eighty days,” responded Mr. Fogg. ‘So we haven’t a
moment to lose.”

“But the trunks?” gasped Passepartout, unconsciously
swaying his head from right to left.

“We'll have no trunks; only a carpet-bag, with two shirts
and three pairs of stockings for me, and the same for you. We'll
buy our clothes on the way. Bring down my mackintosh and
travelling-cloak, and some stout shoes, though we shall do little
walking. Make haste!”

Passepartout tried to reply, but could not. He went out,
mounted to his own room, fell into a chair, and muttered:
“ That’s good, that is! And I who wanted to remain quiet !”

He mechanically set about making the preparations for
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departure, Around the world in eighty days ! Was his master a
fool? No. Was this a joke, then? They were going to Dover;
good. To Calais; good again. After all, Passepartout, who
had been away from France five years, would not be sorry to
set foot on his native soil again. Perhaps they would go as far
as Paris, and it would do his eyes good to see Paris once more.
But surely a gentleman so chary of his steps would stop there ;
no doubt,—but, then, it was none the less true that he was going
away, this so domestic person hitherto !

By eight o’clock Passepartout had packed the modest carpet-
bag, containing the wardrobes of his master and himself; then,
still troubled in mind, he carefully shut the door of his room,
and descended to Mr. Fogg.

Mr. Fogg was quite ready. Under his arm might have been
observed a red-bound copy of “Bradshaw’s Continental Railway
Steam Transit and General Guide,” with its time-tables showing
the arrival and departure of steamers and railways. He took
the carpet-bag, opened it, and slipped into it a goodly roll of
Bank of England notes, which would pass wherever he might go.

“ You have forgotten nothing?” asked he.

“Nothing, monsieur.”

“My mackintosh and cloak ?”

“ Here they are.”

“Good. Take this carpet-bag,” handing it to Passepartout.
“Take good care of it, for there are twenty thousand pounds
in it.”

Passepartout nearly dropped the bag, as if the twenty
thousand pounds were in gold, and weighed him down.

Master and man then descended, the street-door was double-
locked, and at the end of Saville Row they took a cab and drove
rapidly to Charing Cross. The cab stopped before the railway
station at twenty minutes past eight. Passepartout jumped off
the box and followed his master, who, after paying the cabman,
was about to enter the station, when a poor beggar-woman, with
a child in her arms, her naked feet smeared with mud, her head
covered with a wretched bonnet, from which hung a tattered
feather, and her shoulders shrouded in a ragged shawl,
approached, and mournfully asked for alms.

Mr. Fogg took out the twenty guineas he had just won at
whist, and handed them to the beggar, saying, “‘ Here, my good
woman. I’m glad that I met you;” and passed on,
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Passepartout had a moist sensation about the eyes; his
master’s action touched his susceptible heart.

Two first-class tickets for Paris having been speedily pur-
chased, Mr. Fogg was crossing the station to the train, when he
perceived his five friends of the Reform.

“Well, gentlemen,” said he, “ I’m off, you see; and if you
will examine my passport when I get back, you will be able to
judge whether I have accomplished the journey agreed upon.”

“ Oh, that would be quite unnecessary, Mr. Fogg,” said Ralph,
politely. We will trust your word, as a gentleman of honour.”

“You do not forget when you are due in: London again ?”
asked Stuart.

“Tn eighty days; on Saturday, the 21st of December, 1872,
at a quarter before nine, p.m. Good-bye, gentlemen.”

Phileas Fogg and his servant seated themselves in a first-
class carriage at twenty minutes before nine ; five minutes later
the whistle screamed, and the train slowly glided out of the
station.

The night was dark, and a fine, steady rain was falling.
Phileas Fogg, snugly esconced in his corner, did not open his
lips. Passepartout, not yet recovered from his stupefaction,
clung mechanically to the carpet-bag, with its enormous
treasure, :

Just as the train was whirling through Sydenham, Passepar-
tout suddenly uttered a cry of despair.

“What’s the matter ?” asked Mr. Fogg.

“Alas! In my hurry—I—forgot—”

“What 2”

“To turn off the gas in my room !”

“Very well, young man,” returned Mr. Fogg, coolly ; “ it will
burn—at your expense,”

CHAPTER V.

IN WHICH A NEW SPECIES OF FUNDS, UNKNOWN TO THE
MONEYED MEN, APPEARS ON ’CHANGE,

PHILEAS occ rightly suspected that his departure from London
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would create a lively sensation at the West End. The news of
the bet spread through the Reform Club, and afforded an
exciting topic of conversation to its members. From the Club
it soon got into the papers throughout England. The boasted
“tour of the world” was talked about, disputed, argued with as
much warmth as if the subject were ancther Alabama claim.
Some tock sides with Phileas Fogg, but the large majority shook
their heads and declared against him; it was absurd, impossible,
they declared, that the tour of the world could be made, except
theoretically and on paper, in this minimum of time, and with
the existing means of travelling. The Times, Standard, Morning
Post, and Daily News, and twenty other highly respectable
newspapers, scouted Mr. Fogg’s project as madness ; the Daz/y
Telegraph alone hesitatingly supported him. People in general
thought him a lunatic, and blamed his Reform Club friends for
having accepted a wager which betrayed the mental aberration
of its proposer.

Articles no less passionate than logical appeared on the
question, for geography is one of the pet subjects of the English;
and the columns devoted to Phileas Fogg’s venture were eagerly
devoured by all classes of readers. At first some rash indi-
viduals, principally of the gentler sex, espoused his cause, which
became still more popular when the J//ustrated London News
came out with his portrait, copied from a photograph in the
Reform Club, A: few readers of the Daily Telegraph even dared
to say, “ Why not, after all? Stranger things have come to
pass.”

At last a long article appeared, on the 7th of October, in the
bulletin of the Royal Geographical Society, which treated the
question from every point of view, and demonstrated the utter
folly of the enterprise.

Everything, it said, was against the travellers, every obstacle
imposed alike by man and by nature. A miraculous agreement
of the times of departure and arrival, which was impossible,
was absolutely necessary to his success, He might, perhaps,
reckon on the arrival of trains at the designated hours, in
Europe, where the distances were relatively moderate; but when
he calculated upon crossing India in three days, and the United
States in seven, could he rely beyond misgiving upon accom-
plishing his task? There were accidents to machinery, the
liability of trains to run off the line, collisions, bad weather, the
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blocking up by snow,—were not all these against Phileas Fogg?
Would he not find himself, when travelling by steamer in winter,
at the mercy of the winds and fogs? Is it uncommon for the
best ocean steamers to be two or three days behind time? But
a single delay would suffice to fatally break the chain of com-
munication ; should Phileas Fogg once miss, even by an hour,
a steamer, he would have to wait for the next, and that would
irrevocably render his attempt vain.

This article made a great deal of noise, and being copied
into all the papers, seriously depressed the advocates of the rash
tourist.

Everybody knows that England is the world of betting men,
who are of a higher class than mere gamblers ; to bet is in the
English temperament. Not only the members of the Reform,
but the general public, made heavy wagers for or against Phileas
Fogg, who was set down in the betting books as if he were a
race-horse. Bonds were issued, and made their appearance on
’Change; “Phileas Fogg bonds” were offered at par or at a
premium, and a great business was done in them. But five days
after the article in the bulletin of the Geographical Society
appeared, the demand began to subside: “ Phileas Fogg” de-
clined. They were offered by packages, at first of five, then of
ten, until at last nobody would take less then twenty, fifty, a
hundred !

Lord Albemarle, an elderly, paralytic gentleman, was now the
only advocate of Phileas Fogg left. This noble lord, who was
fastened to his chair, would have given his fortune to be able to
make the tour of the world, if it took ten years ; and he bet five
thousand pounds on Phileas Fogg. When the folly as well as
the uselessness of the adventure was pointed out to him, he
contented himself with replying, “If the thing is feasible, the
first to do it ought to be an Englishman.”

The Fogg party dwindled more and more, everybody was
going against him, and the bets stood a hundred and fifty and
two hundred to one; and a week after his departure, an
incident occurred which deprived him of backers at any
price.

The commissioner of police was sitting in his office at nine
o’clock one evening, when the following telegraphic despatch
was put into his hands :— ;
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Suez to London.

ROWAN, COMMISSIONER OF POLICE, SCOTLAND YARD:
I’ve found the bank robber, Phileas Fogg. Send without delay
warrant of arrest to Bombay.

Fix, Detective.

The effect of this despatch was instantaneous. The polished
gentleman disappeared to give place to the bank robber. His
photograph, which was hung with those of the rest of the
members at the Reform Club, was minutely examined, and it
betrayed, feature by feature, the description of the robber which
had been provided to the police. The mysterious habits of
Phileas Fogg were recalled; his solitary ways, his sudden de-
parture ; and it seemed clear that, in undertaking a tour round
the world on the pretext of a wager, he had had no other end in
view than to elude the detectives, and throw them off his track.

CHAPTER VI.

IN WHICH FIX, THE DETECTIVE, BETRAYS A VERY
NATURAL IMPATIENCE,

THE circumstances under which this telegraphic despatch
about Phileas Fogg was sent were as follows :—

The steamer “ Mongolia,” belonging to the Peninsula and
Oriental Company, built of iron, of two thousand eight hundred
tons burden, and five hundred horse-power, was due at eleven
o’clock a.m. on Wednesday, the 9th of October, at Suez. The
“ Mongolia” plied regularly between Brindisi and Bombay vd
the Suez Canal, and was one of the fastest steamers belonging
to the company, always making more than ten knots an hour
between Brindisi and Suez, and nine and a half between Suez
and Bombay.

Two men were promenading up and down the wharves,
among the crowd of natives and strangers who were sojourning
at this once straggling village—now, thanks to the enterprise ot
M. Lesseps, a fast-growing town. One was the British consul
at Suez, who, despite the prophecies of the English Govern-
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ment, and the unfavourable predictions of Stephenson, was in
the habit of seeing, from his office window, English ships daily
Passing to and fro on the great canal, by which the old round-
about route from England to India by the Cape of Good Hope
was abridged by at least a half. The other was a small, slight-
built personage, with a nervous, intelligent face, and bright eyes
peering out from under eyebrows which he was incessantly
twitching. He was just now manifesting unmistakable signs of
impatience, nervously pacing up and down, and unable to stand
still fora moment. This was Fix, one of the detectives who had
been despatched from England in search of the bank-robber ;
it was his task to narrowly watch every passenger who arrived
at Suez, and to follow up all who seemed to be suspicious cha-
racters, or bore a resemblance to the description of the criminal,
which he had received two days before from the police head-
quarters at London. The detective was evidently inspired by
the hope of obtaining the splendid reward which would be the
prize of success, and awaited with a feverish impatience, easy to
understand, the arrival of the steamer “ Mongolia.”

“So you say, consul,” asked he for the twentieth time, “ that
this steamer is never behind time ?”

“ No, Mr. Fix,” replied the consul. ‘“ She was bespoken yes-
terday at Port Said, and the rest of the way is of no account to
such a craft. I repeat that the ‘ Mongolia’ has been in advance
of the time required by the company’s regulations, and gained
the prize awarded for excess of speed.”

“Docs she come directly from Brindisi ?”

“ Directly from Brindisi; she takes on the Indian mails there,
and she left there Saturday at five p.m. Have patience, Mr.
Fix; she will not be late. But really I don’t see how, from the
description you have, you will be able to recognize your man,
even if he is on board the ‘ Mongolia.”

“ A man rather feels the presence of these fellows, consul, than
recognizes them. You must havea scent for them, and a scent
is like a sixth sense which combines hearing, seeing, and
smelling. I’ve arrested more than one of these gentlemen in my
time, and if my thief is on board, I'll answer for it, he’ll not slip
through my fingers.”

“T hope so, Mr. Fix, for it was a heavy robbery.”

“A magnificent robbery, consul ; fifty-five thousand pounds!
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DETECTIVE FIX.
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so contemptible nowadays! A fellow gets hung for a handful
of shillings !”

“ Mr. Fix,” said the consul, “I like your way of talking, and
hope you'll succeed ; but I fear you will find it far from easy.
Don’t you see, the description which you have there has a
singular resemblance to an honest man ?”

“Consul,” remarked the detective, dogmatically, “great
robbers always resemble honest folks. Fellows who have
rascally faces have only one course to take, and that is to
remain honest; otherwise they would be arrested off-hand.
The artistic thing is, to unmask honest countenances ; it’s no
light task, I admit, but a real art.”

Mr. Fix evidently was not wanting in a tinge of self-conceit.

Little by little the scene on the quay became more animated ;
sailors of various nations, merchants, shipbrokers, porters,
fellahs, bustled to and fro as if the steamer were iminediately
expected. The weather was clear, and slightly chilly. The
minarets of the town loomed above the houses in the pale rays
of the sun. A jetty pier, some two thousand yards long, ex-
tended into the roadstead. A number of fishing-smacks and
coasting boats, some retaining the fantastic fashion. of ancient
galleys, were discernible on the Red Sea.

As he passed among the busy crowd, Fix, according to habit,
scrutinized the passers-by with a keen, rapid glance.

It was now half-past ten.

“ The steamer doesn’t come !” he exclaimed, as the port clock
struck, ,

“She can’t be far off now,” returned his companion.

“ How long will she stop at Suez?”

“Four hours ; long enough to get in her coal’ It is thirteen
hundred and ten miles from Suez to Aden, at the other end of
the Red Sea, and she has to take in a fresh coal supply.”

“And does she go from Suez directly to Bombay ?”

“Without putting in anywhere.”

“Good,” said Fix. “If the robber is on board, he will no
doubt get off at Sucz, so as to reach the Dutch or French
colonies in Asia by some other route. He ought tc know that
he would not be safe an hour in India, which is English soil.”

“Unless,” objected the consul, “he is exceptionally shrewd.
An English criminal, you know, is always better concealed in
London than anywhere else.”
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This observation furnished the detective food for thought, and
meanwhile the consul went away to his office. Fix, left alone,
was more impatient than ever, having a presentiment that the
robber was on board the “ Mongolia.” Ifhe had indeed left
London intending to reach the New World, he would naturally
take the route vd India, which was less watched and more
difficult to watch than that of the Atlantic. But Fix’s reflections
were soon interrupted by a succession of sharp whistles, which
announced the arrival of the “ Mongolia.” The porters and
fellahs rushed down the quay, and a dozen boats pushed off from
the shore to go and meet the steamer. Soon her gigantic hull
appeared passing along between the banks, and eleven o’clock
struck as she anchored in the road. She brought an unusual
number of passengers, some of whom remained on deck to scan
the picturesque panorama of the town, while the greater part
disembarked in the boats, and landed on the quay.

Fix took up a position, and carefully examined each face and
figure which made its appearance. Presently one of the pas-
sengers, after vigorously pushing his way through the impor-
tunate crowd of porters, came up to him, and politely asked if
he could point out the English consulate, at the same time
showing a passport which he wished to have wisaed. Fix
instinctively took the passport, and with a rapid glance read the
description of its bearer. An involuntary motion of surprise
nearly escaped him, for the description in the passport was
identical with that of the bank-robber which he had received
from Scotland Yard.

“Ts this your passport ?” asked he.

“No, it’s my master’s.”

“ And your master is—”

“ He stayed on board.”

“But he must go to the consul’s in person, so as to establish
his identity.”

“ Oh, is that necessary ?”

“ Quite indispensable.”

“ And where is the consulate ?”

“There, on the corner of the square,” said Fix, pointing to a
house two hundred steps off.

“Tl go and fetch my master, who won’t be much pleased,
however, to be disturbed.”

The passenger bowed to Fix, and returned to the steamer,
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CHAPTER VII.

WHICH ONCE MORE DEMONSTRATES THE USELESSNESS OF
PASSPORTS AS AIDS TO DETECTIVES.

THE detective passed down the quay, and rapidly made his
way to the consul’s office, where he was at once admitted to the
presence of that official.

“ Consul,” said he, without preamble, “I have strong reasons
for believing that my man is a passenger on the ‘ Mongolia.’”
And he narrated what had just passed concerning the passport.

“ Well, Mr. Fix,” replied the consul, “I shall not be sorry to
see the rascal’s face; but perhaps he won’t come here,—that is,
if he is the person you suppose him to be. A robber doesn’t
quite like to leave traces of his flight behind him; and besides,
he is not obliged to have his passport countersigned.”

“Tf he is as shrewd as I think he is, consul, he will come.”

* To have his passport vésaed ?” ;

“Yes. Passports are only good for annoying honest folks,
and aiding in the flight of rogues. I assure you it will be quite
the thing for him to do; but I hope you will not vésa the
passport.”

“Why not? If the passport is genuine, I have no right to
refuse.” ¢

“ Still I must keep this man here until I can get a warrant to
arrest him from London.”

“ Ah, that’s your look-out. But I cannot—”

The consul did not finish his sentence, for as he spoke a knock
was heard at the door, and two strangers entered, one of whoni
was the servant whom Fix had met on the quay. The other,
who was his master, held out his passport with the request that
the consul would do him the favour to visa it. The consul took
the document and carefully read it, whilst Fix observed, or
rather devoured, the stranger with his eyes from a corner of the
room.

“You are Mr. Phileas Fogg?” said the consul, after reading
the passport.

“Tam.”

“ And this man is your servant ?”

“He is; a Frenchman, named Passepartout.”
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“You are from London?”

“ Yes.”

“ And you are going—”

“To Bombay.”

“Very good, sir. You know that a visa is useless, and that
no passport is required ?”

“T know it sir,” replied Phileas Fogg ; “but I wish to prove,
by your vzsa, that I came by Suez.”

“Very well, sir.”

The consul proceeded to sign and date the passport, after
which he added his official seal. Mr. Fogg paid the customary
fee, coldly bowed, and went out, followed by his servant.

“Well?” queried the detective.

“Well, he looks and acts like a perfectly honest man,” replicd
the consul.

“Possibly ; but that is not the question. Do you think,
consul, that this phlegmatic gentleman resembles, feature by
feature, the robber whiose description I have received ?”

“T concede that ; but then, you know, all descriptions—”

“Tl make certain of it,” interrupted Fix. “The servant
seems to me less mysterious than the master; besides, he’s a
Frenchman, and can’t help talking. Excuse me for a little
while, consul.” :

Fix started off in search of Passepartout.

Meanwhile Mr. Fogg, after leaving the consulate, repaired to
the quay, gave some orders to Passepartout, went off to tie
“Mongolia” in a boat, and descended to his cabin. He took
up his note-book, which contained the following memoranda;

“ Left London, Wednesday, October 2nd, at 8.45 p.m.

“Reached Paris, Thursday, October 3rd, at 7.20'a.m.

“Left Paris, Thursday, at 8.40 a.m.

“Reached Turin by Mont Cenis, Friday, October 4th, at
6.35 a.m.

“Left Turin, Friday, at 7.20 a.m.

“ Arrived at Brindisi, Saturday, October 5th, at 4 p.m.

“ Sailed on the ‘ Mongolia,’ Saturday, at 5 p.m.

“ Reached Suez, Wednesday, October 9th, at 11 a.m. ~

“Total of hours spent, 1584; or, in days, six days and a
half.”

These dates were inscribed in an itinerary divided into
columns, indicating the month, the day of the month, and the
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day for the stipulated and actual arrivals at each principal
point,—Paris, Brindisi, Suez, Bombay, Calcutta, Singapore, Hong
Kong, Yokohama, San Francisco, New York, and London,—
from the 2nd of October to the 21st of December ; and giving
a space for setting down the gain made or the loss suffered on
arrival at each locality. This methodical record thus contained
an account of everything needed, and Mr. Fogg always knew
whether he was behindhand or in advance of his time. On this
Friday, October gth, he noted his arrival at Suez, and observed
that he had as yet neither gained nor lost. He sat down quietly
to breakfast in his cabin, never once thinking of inspecting the
town, being one of those Englishmen who are wont to sce foreign
countries through the eyes of their domestics.

CHAPTER VIII.

IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT TALKS RATHER MORE, PERHAPS,
THAN IS PRUDENT.

FIx soon rejoined Passepartout, who was lounging and looking
about on the quay, as if he did not feel that he, at least, was
obliged not to see anything.

“Well, my friend,” said the detective, coming up with him,
“is your passport vdsaed ?”

“Ah, it’s you, is it, monsieur?” responded Passepartout.
“ Thanks, yes, the passport is all right.”

“ And you are looking about you?”

“Yes, but we travel so fast that I seem to be journeying in a
dream. So this is Suez?”

6c Yes.”

“In Egypt?”

“ Certainly, in Egypt.”

“ And in Africa ?”

“In Africa.”

“In Africa!” repeated Passepartout. “ Just think, monsicur,
T had no idea that we should go farther than Paris; and all that
I saw of Paris was between twenty minutes past seven and
twenty minutes before nine in the morning, between the Northern

C2
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and the Lyons stations, through the windows of a car, and in a
driving rain! How I regret not having seen once more Pére la
Chaise and the circus in the Champs Elysées!”

“You are in a great hurry, then ?”

“T am not, but my master is. By the way, I must buy some
shoes and shirts. We came away without trunks, only with a
carpet-bag.”

“T will show you an excellent shop for getting what you
want.”

“Really, monsieur, you are very kind.”

And they walked off together, Passepartout chatting volubly
as they went along.

“ Above all,” said he, “don’t let me lose the steamer.”

_“ You have plenty of time ; it’s only twelve o’clock.”

Passepartout pulled out his big watch. “Twelve!” he ex-
claimed ; why it’s only eight minutes before ten.”

“Your watch is slow.”

“My watch? A family watch, monsieur, which has come
down from my great-grandfather! It doesn’t vary five minutes
in the year; it’s a perfect chronometer, look you.”

“T see how it is,” said Fix. “You have kept London ‘time,
which is two hours behind that of Suez. You ought to regulate
your watch at noon in each country.”

“T regulate my watch? Never!”

“Well, then, it will not agree with the sun.”

“So much the worse for the sun, monsieur. The sun will be
wrong, then !”

And the worthy fellow returned the watch to its fob with a
defiant gesture. After a few minutes’ silence, Fix resumed :
“You left London hastily, then?”

“JT rather think so! Last Friday at eight o’clock in the
evening, Monsieur Fogg came home from his club, and three
quarters of an hour afterwards we were off.”

“ But where is your master going ?”

“ Always straight ahead. He is going round the world.”

“ Round the world?” cried Fix.

“Yes, and in eighty days! He says it is on a wager; but,
between us, I don’t believe a word of it. That wouldn't be
common sense. There’s something else in the wind.”

“Ah! Mr. Fogg is a character, is he ?”

“T should say he was.”
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“Ts he rich ?”

“No doubt, for he is carrying an enormous sum in bran-new
bank notes with him. And he doesn’t spare the money on the
way, either: he has offered a large reward to the engineer of
the ‘Mongolia’ if he gets us to Bombay well in advance of
time.”

“ And you have known your master a long time?”

“ Why, no ; I entered his service the very day we left London.”

The effect of these replies upon the already suspicious and
excited detective may be imagined. The hasty departure from
London soon after the robbery ; the large sum carried by Mr.
Fogg ; his eagerness to reach distant countries ; the pretext of
an eccentric and foolhardy bet,—all confirmed Fix in his theory.
He continued to pump poor Passepartout, and learned that he
really knew little or nothing cf his master, who lived a solitary
existence in London, was said to be rich, though no one knew
whence came his riches, and was mysterious and impenetrable
in his affairs and habits. Fix felt sure that Phileas Fogg would
not land at Suez, but was really going on to Bombay.

“Ts Bombay far from here?” asked Passepartout,

“Pretty far. It is a ten days’ voyage by sea.”

“ And in what country is Bombay ?”

“ India.”

“In Asia?”

“ Certainly.”

“The deuce! I was going to tell you,—there’s one thing that
worries me,—my burner !”

“What burner ?”

“ My gas-burner, which I forgot to turn off, and which is at
this moment burning—at my expense. I have calculated,
monsieur, that I lose two shillings every four and twenty hours,
exactly sixpence more than I earn ; and you will understand
that the longer our journey—”

Did Fix pay any attention to Passepartout’s trouble about the
gas? Itis not probable. He-was not listening, but was cogi-
tating a project. Passepartout and he had now reached the shop,
where Fix left his companion to make his purchases, after
recommending him not to miss the steamer, and hurried back
to the consulate. Now that he was fully convinced, Fix had
quite recovered his equanimity.

“Consul,” said he, “I have no longer any doubt, I have
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spotted my man. He passes himself off as an odd stick, who is
going round the world in eighty days.”

“ Then he’s a sharp fellow,” returned the consul, “and counts
on returniss to London after putting the police of the two con-
tinents otf his track.”

“We'll see about that,” replied Fix.

“Bui are you not mistaken ?”

“ T ani not mistaken.”

““ Why was this robber so anxious to PIOEs by the vésa, that
he had passed through Suez?”

“Why? Ihave no idea; but listen to me.”

He reported in a few words the most important parts of his
conversation with Passepartout.

“In short,” said the consul, “ appearances are wholly against
this man. And what are you going to do?”

“Send a despatch to London for a warrant of arrest to be
despatched instantly to Bombay, take passage on board the
‘Mongolia,’ follow my rogue to India, and there, on English
ground, arrest him politely, with my warrant in my hand, and
my hand on his shoulder.”

Having uttered these words with a cool, careless air, the
detective took leave of the consul, and repaired to the telegraph
office, whence he sent the despatch which we have seen to the
London police office. A quarter of an hour later found Fix,
with a small bag in his hand, proceeding on board the ‘‘ Mon-
golia ;” and ere many moments longer, the noble steamer rode
out at full steam upon the waters of the Red Sea.

CHAPTER IX.

IN WHICH THE RED SEA AND THE INDIAN OCEAN PROVE
PROPITIOUS TO THE DESIGNS OF PHILEAS FOGG.

THE distance between Suez and Aden is precisely thirteen
hundred and ten miles, and the regulations of the company
allow the steamers one hundred and thirty-eight hours in which
to traverse it. The “Mongolia,” thanks to the vigorous exer-
tions of the engineer, seemed likely, so rapid was her speed, to
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reach her destination considerably within thaftime. The greater
part of the passengers from Brindisi were bound for India—
‘some for Bombay, others for Calcutta by way of Bombay, the
nearest route thither, now that a railway crosses the Indian
peninsula. Among the passengers was a number of officials and
military officers of various grades, the latter being either attached
to the regular British forces, or commanding the. Sepoy troops,
and receiving high salaries ever since the central government
has assumed the powers of the East India Company ; for the
sub-lieutenants get 280/., brigadiers 2400/7, and generals of
division, 40007, What with the military men, a number of rich
young Englishmen on their travels, and the hospitable efforts of
the purser, the time passed quickly on the “ Mongolia.” The
best of fare was spread upon the cabin tables at breakfast, lunch,
dinner, and the eight o’clock supper, and the ladies scrupulously
changed their toilets twice a day ; and the hours were whiled
away, when the sea was tranquil, with music, dancing, and
games.

But the Red Sea is full of caprice, and often boisterous, like
most long and narrow gulfs. When the wind came from the
African or Asian coast, the “ Mongolia,” with her long hull,
rolled fearfully. Then the ladies speedily disappeared below ;
the pianos were silent ; singing and dancing suddenly ceased.
Yet the good ship ploughed straight on, unretarded by wind or
wave, towards the straits of Bab-el-Mandeb. What was Phileas
Fogg doing all this time? It might be thought that, in his
anxiety, he would be constantly watching the changes of the
wind, the disorderly raging of the billows—every chance, in
short, which might force the “ Mongolia” to slacken her speed
and thus interrupt his journey. But if he thought of these
possibilities, he did not betray the fact by any outward sign.

Always the same impassible member of the Reform Club,
whom no incident could surprise, as unvarying as the ship’s
chronometers, and seldom having the curiosity even to go upon
the deck, he passed through the memorable scenes of the Red
Sea with cold indifference ; did not care to recognize the historic
towns and villages which, along its borders, raised their pictu-
resque outlines against the sky ; and betrayed no fear of the
dangers of the Arabic Gulf, which the old historians always
spoke of with horror, and upon which the ancient navigators
never ventured without propitiating the gods by ample sacrifices.
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How did this eccentric personage pass his time on the “ Mon-
golia”? He made his four hearty meals every day, regardless
of the most persistent rolling and pitching on the part of the
steamer; and he played whist indefatigably, for he had found
partners as enthusiastic in the game as himself. A tax-collector,
on the way to his post at Goa; the Rev. Decimus Smith,
returning to his parish at Bombay; and a brigadier-general of
the English army, who was about to rejoin his brigade at Benares,
made up the party, and, with Mr. Fogg, played whist by the
hour together in absorbing silence.

As for Passepartout, he, too, had escaped sea-sickness, and
took his meals conscientiously in the forward cabin. He rather
enjoyed the yoyage, for he was well fed and well lodged, took a
great interest in the scenes through which they were passing,
and consoled himself with the delusion that his master’s whim
would end at Bombay. He was pleased, on the day after leav-
ing Sucz, to find on deck the obliging person with whom he had
walked and chatted on the quays.

“Tf Iam not mistaken,” said he, approaching this person
with his most amiable smile, “you are the gentleman who so
kindly volunteered to guide me at Suez?” .

“Ah! I quite recognize you. You are the servant of the
strange Englishman—” _ :

“Just so, Monsieur—”

“ Fix.”

“ Monsieur Fix,” resumed Passepartout, “I’m charmed to find
you on board. Where are you bound ?”

“Like you, to Bombay.”

“That’s capital! Have you made this trip before ?”

“Several times. I am one of the agents of the Peninsula
Company.”

“Then you know India?”

~“Why—yes,” replied Fix, who spoke cautiously,

**A curious place, this India?”

“Oh, very curious. Mosques, minarets, temples, fakirs,
pagodas, tigers, snakes, elephants! I hope you willhave ample
time to see the sights.”

“T hope so, Monsieur Fix. ‘You see, a man of sourid sense
ought not to spend his life jumping from a steamer upon a rail-
way train, and from a railway train upon a steamer again, pre-
tending to make the tour of the world in eighty days!
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No; all these gymnastics, you may be sure, will cease at
Bombay.”

“ And Mr. Fogg is getting on well?” asked Fix, in the most
natural tone in the world.

“Quite well, and I too. I eat like a famished ogre ; it’s the
sea air.”

“ But I never see your master on deck.”

“ Never ; he hasn’t the least curiosity.”

“Do you know, Mr. Passepartout, that this pretended tour in
eighty days may conceal some secret errand—perhaps a diplo-
matic mission?”

“ Faith, Monsieur Fix, I assure you I know nothing about it,
nor would I give half-a-crown to find out.”

After this meeting, Passepartout and Fix got into the habit of
chatting together, the latter making it a point to gain the worthy
man’s confidence. He frequently offered him a glass of whiskey
or pale ale in the steamer bar-room, which Passepartout never
failed to accept with graceful alacrity, mentally pronouncing Fix
the best of good fellows.

Meanwhile the “ Mongolia” was pushing forward rapidly ;
on the 13th, Mocha, surrounded by its ruined walls whereon
date-trees were growing, was sighted, and on the mountains be-
yond were espied vast coffee-fields, Passepartout was ravished
to behold this celebrated place, and thought that, with its circular
walls and dismantled fort, it looked like an immense coffee cup
and saucer. The following night they passed through the Strait
of Bab-el-Mandeb, which means in Arabic “ The Bridge of
Tears,” and the next day they put in at Steamer Point, north-
west of Aden harbour, to take in coal. This matter of fuelling
steamers is a serious one at such distances from the coal mines ;
it costs the Peninsula Company some eight hundred thousand
pounds a year. In these distant seas, coal is worth three or four
pounds sterling a ton.

The “ Mongolia” had still sixteen hundred and fifty miles to
traverse before reaching Bombay, and was obliged to remain
four hours at Steamer Point to coal up. Eut this delay, as it
was foreseen, did not affect Phileas Fogg’s programme; besides,
the “ Mongolia,” instead of reaching Aden on the morning of
the 15th, when she was due, arrived there on the evening of the
14th, a gain of fifteen hours.

Mr. Fogg and his servant went ashore at Aden to have the
42 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

passport again wisaed, Fix, unobserved, followed them. The
visa procured, Mr. Fogg returned on board to-resume his
former habits; while Passepartout, according to custom,
sauntered about among the mixed population of Somanlis,
Banyans, Parsees, Jews, Arabs, and Europeans who comprise
the twenty-five thousand inhabitants of Aden. He gazed with
wonder upon the fortifications which make this place the Gib-
raltar of the Indian Ocean, and the vast cisterns where the
English engineers were still at work, two thousand years after
the engineers of Solomon.

“Very curious, very curious,” said Passepartout to himself,
on returning to the steamer. “I see that it is by no means
useless to travel, if a man wants to see something new.” At
six p.m. the “ Mongolia” slowly moved out of the roadstead,
and was soon once more on the Indian Ocean. She had a
hundred and sixty-eight hours in which to reach Bombay, and
the sea was favourable, the wind being in the north-west, and
all sails aiding the engine. The steamer rolled but little, the
ladies, in fresh toilets, reappeared on deck, and the singing and
dancing were resumed. The trip was being accomplished most
successfully, and Passepartout was enchanted with the con-
genial companion which chance had secured him in the person
of the delightful Fix. On Sunday, October 2oth, towards noon,
they came in sight of the Indian coast: two hours later the
pilot came on board. A range of hills lay against the sky in
the horizon, and soon the rows of palms which adorn Bombay
came distinctly into view. The steamer entered the road
formed by the islands in thé bay, and at half-past four she
hauled up at the quays of Bombay.

Phileas Fogg was in the act of finishing the thirty-third
rubber of the voyage, and his partner and himself having, by
a bold stroke, captured all thirteen of the tricks, concluded this
fine campaign with a brilliant victory.

The “Mongolia” was due at Bombay on the 22nd; she
arrived on the 20th, This was a gain to Phileas Fogg of two
days since his departure from London, and he calmly entered
the fact in the itinerary, in the column of gains,
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CHAPTER X.

IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT IS ONLY TOO GLAD TO GET OFF
WITH THE LOSS OF HIS SHOES,

EVERYBODY knows that the great reversed triangle of land,
with its base in the north and its apex in the south, which is
called India, embraces fourteen hundred thousand square miles,
upon which is spread unequally a population of one hundred
and eighty millions of souls. The British Crown exercises a
real and despotic dominion over the larger portion of this vast
country, and has a governor-general stationed at Calcutta,
governors at Madras, Bombay, and in Bengal, and a lieutenant-
governor at Agra.

But British India, properly so called, only embraces seven
hundred thousand square miles, and a population of from one
hundred to one hundred and ten millions of inhabitants. A
considerable portion of India is still free from British authority ;
and there are certain ferocious rajahs in the interior who are
absolutely independent. The celebrated East India Company
was all-powerful from 1756, when the English first gained a
foothold on the spot where now stands the city of Madras, down
to the time of the great Sepoy insurrection. It gradually an-
nexed province after province, purchasing them of the native
chiefs, whom it seldom paid, and appointed the governor-
general and his subordinates, civil and military. But the East
India Company has now passed away, leaving the British pos-
sessions in India directly under the control of the Crown. The
aspect of the country, as well as the manners and distinctions
of race, is daily changing.

Formerly one was obliged to travel in India by the old
cumbrous methods of going on foot or on horseback, in palan-
quins or unwieldy coaches; now, fast steamboats ply on the
Indus and the Ganges, and a great railway, with branch lines
joining the main line at many points on its route, traverses the
peninsula from Bombay to Calcutta in three days. This rail-
way does not run in a direct line across India. The distance
between Bombay and Calcutta, as the bird flies, is only from
one thousand to eleven hundred miles; but the deflections of
the road increase this distance by more than a third.
44. AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS,

The general route of the Great Indian Peninsula Railway is
as follows :—Leaving Bombay, it passes through Salcette, cross-
ing to the continent opposite Tannah, goes over the chain of the
Western Ghauts, runs thence north-east as far as Burhampoor,
skirts the nearly independent territory of Bundelcund, ascends
to Allahabad, turns thence eastwardly, meeting the Ganges at
Benares, then departs from the river a little, and, descending
south-eastward by Burdivan and the French town of Chander-
nagor, has its terminus at.Calcutta.

The passengers of the “ Mongolia” went ashore at half-past
four p.m. ; at exactly eight the train would start for Calcutta.

Mr. Fogg, after bidding good-bye to his whist partners, left
the steamer, gave his servant several errands to do, urged it
upon him to be at the station promptly at eight, and, with his
regular step, which beat to the second, like an astronomical
clock, directed his steps to the passport office. As for the
wonders of Bombay—its famous city hall, its splendid library,
its forts and docks, its bazaars, mosques, synagogues, its
Armenian churches, and the noble pagoda on Malebar Hill
with its two polygonal towers—he cared .not a straw to see
them. He would not deign to examine even the masterpieces
of Elephanta, or the mysterious hypogea, concealed south-east
from the docks, or those fine remains of Buddhist architecture,
the Kanherian grottoes of the island of Salcette.

Having transacted his business at the passport office, Phileas
Fogg repaired quietly to the railway station, where he ordered
dinner. Among the dishes served up to him, the landlord
especially recommended a certain giblet of “native rabbit,” on
which he prided himself.

Mr. Fogg accordingly tasted the dish, but, despite its spiced
sauce, found it far from palatable. He rang for the landlord,
and on his appearance, said, fixing his clear eyes upon him, “ Is
this rabbit, sir?”

“Yes, my lord,” the rogue boldly replied, “rabbit from the
jungles.” ,

“ And this rabbit did not mew when he was killed ?”

“Mew, my lord! what, a rabbit mew! I swear to you—”

“ Be so good, landlord, as not to swear, but remember this:
cats:were formerly considered, in India, as sacred animals.
That was a good time.”

“For the cats, my lord ?”
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“ Perhaps for the travellers as well !”

After which Mr. Fogg quietly continued his dinner. Fix had
gone on shore shortly after Mr. Fogg, and his first destination
was the head-quarters of the Bombay police. He made him-
self known as a London detective, told his business at Bombay,
and the position of affairs relative to the supposed robber, and
nervously asked if a warrant had arrived from London. It had
not reached the office ; indeed, there had not yet been time for
it to arrive. Fix was sorely disappointed, and tried to obtain
an order of arrest from the director of the Bombay police. This
the director refused, as the matter concerned the London office,
which alone could legally deliver the warrant. Fix did not in-
sist, and was fain to resign himself to await the arrival of the
important document ; but he was determined not to lose sight
of the mysterious rogue as long as he stayed in Bombay. He
did not doubt for a moment, any more than Passepartout, that
Phileas Fogg would remain there, at least until it was time for
the warrant to arrive. .

Passepartout, however, had no sooner heard his master’s
orders on leaving the “ Mongolia,” than he saw at once that
they were to leave Bombay as they had done Suez and Paris,
and that the journey would be extended at least as far as Cal-
cutta, and perhaps beyond that place. He began to ask him-
self if this bet that Mr. Fogg talked about was not really in good
earnest, and whether his fate was not in truth forcing him, de-
spite his love of repose, around the world in eighty days !

Having purchased the usual quota of shirts and shoes, he
took a leisurely promenade about the streets, where crowds of
people of many nationalities—Europeans, Persians with pointed
caps, Banyas with round turbans, Sindes with square bonnets,
Parsees with black mitres, and long-robed Armenians—were
collected. It happened to be the day of a Parsee festival.
These descendants of the sect of Zoroaster—the most thrifty,
civilized, intelligent, and austere of the East Indians, among
whom are counted the richest native merchants of Bombay—
were celebrating a sort of religious carnival, with processions
and shows, in the midst of which Indian dancing-girls, clothed
in rose-coloured gauze, looped up with gold and silver, danced
airily, but with perfect modesty, to the sound of viols and the
clanging of tambourines. It is needless to say that Passc-
partout watched these curious ceremonies with staring eyes
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and gaping mouth, and that his countenance was that of the
greenest booby imaginable.

Unhappily for his master, as well as himself, his curiosity
drew him unconsciously farther off than he intended to go. At
last, having seen the Parsee carnival wind away in the distance,
he was turning his steps towards the station, when he happened
to espy the splendid pagoda on Malebar Hill, and was seized
with an irresistible desire to see its interior, He was quite
ignorant that it is forbidden to Christians to enter certain
Indian temples, and that even the faithful must not go in with-
out first leaving their shoes outside the door. It may be said
here that the wise policy of the British Government severely
punishes a disregard of the practices of the native religions.

Passepartout, however, thinking no harm, went in like a
simple tourist, and was soon lost in admiration of the splendid
Brahmin ornamentation which everywhere met his eyes, when
of a sudden he found himself sprawling onthe sacred flagging.
He looked up to behold three enraged priests, who forthwith
fell upon him, tore off his shoes, and began to beat him with
loud, savage exclamations. The agile Frenchman was soon
upon his feet again, and lost no time in knocking down two of
his long-gowned adversaries with his fists and a vigorous appli-
cation of his toes; then, rushing out of the pagoda as fast as
his legs could carry him, he soon escaped the third priest by
mingling with the crowd in the streets.

At five minutes before eight, Passepartout, hatless, shoeless,
and having in the squabble lost his package of shirts and shoes,
rushed breathlessly into the station.

Fix, who had followed Mr. Fogg to the station, and saw that
he was really going to leave Bombay, was there, upon the plat-
form. He had resolved to follow the supposed robber to
Calcutta, and farther, if necessary. Passepartout did not ob-
serve the detective, who stood in an obscure corner; but Fix
heard him relate his adventures in a few words to Mr. Fogg.

“T hope that this will not happen again,” said Phileas Fogg,
coldly, as he got into the train. Poor Passepartout, quite crest-
fallen, followed his master without a word. Fix was on the
point of entering another carriage, when an idea struck him
which induced him to alter his plan.

“No, I’ll stay,” muttered he. “An offence has been com-
mitted on Indian soil. I’ve got my man.”
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Just then the locomotive gave a sharp screech, and the train
passed out into the darkness of the night.

CHAPTER XI.

IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG SECURES A CURIOUS MEANS OF
CONVEYANCE AT A FABULOUS PRICE,

THE train had started punctually. Among the passengers
were a number of officers, Government officials, and opium and
indigo merchants, whose business called them to the eastern
coast. Passepartout rode in the same carriage with his master,
and a third passenger occupied a seat opposite to them. This
was Sir Francis Cromarty, one of Mr. Fogg’s whist partners on
the “ Mongolia,” now on his way to join his corps at Benares.
Sir Francis was a tall, fair man of fifty, who had greatly dis-
tinguished himself in the last Sepoy revolt. He made India his
home, only paying brief visits to England at rare intervals ; and
was almost as familiar as a native with the customs, history,
and character of India and its people. But Phileas Fogg, who
was not travelling, but only describing a circumference, took no
pains to inquire into these subjects; he was a solid body,
traversing an orbit around the terrestrial globe, according to the
laws of rational mechanics. He was at this moment calculating
in his mind the number of hours spent since his departure from
London, and, had it been in his nature to make a useless de-
monstration, would have rubbed his hands for satisfaction,
Sir Francis Cromarty had observed the oddity of his travelling
companion—although the only opportunity he had for studying
him had been while he was dealing the cards, and between two
rubbers—and questioned himself whether a human heart really
beat beneath this cold exterior, and whether Phileas Fogg had
any sense of the beauties of nature. The brigadier-general was
free to mentally confess, that, of all the eccentric persons he had
ever met, none was comparable to this product of the exact
sciences.

Phileas Fogg had not concealed from Sir Francis his design
of going round the world, nor the circumstances under which
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he set out; and the general only saw in the wager a useless
eccentricity, and a lack of sound common-sense. In the way
this strange gentleman was going on, he would leave the world
without having done any good to himself or anybody else.

An hour after leaving Bombay the train had passed the
viaducts and the island of Salcette, and had got into the open
country. At Callyan they reached the junction of the branch
line which descends towards south-eastern India by Kandallah
and Pounah; and, passing Pauwell, they entered the defiles of
the mountains, with their basalt bases, and their summits
crowned with thick and verdant forests. Phileas Fogg and Sir
Francis Cromarty exchanged a few words from time to time,
and now Sir Francis, reviving the conversation, observed, “Some
years ago, Mr. Fogg, you would have met with a delay at this
point, which would probably have lost you your wager.”

“ How so, Sir Francis?”

“ Because the railway stopped at the base of these mountains,
which the passengers were obliged to cross in palanquins or on
ponies to Kandallah, on the other side.”

“Such a delay would not have deranged my plans in the
least,” said Mr. Fogg. “I have constantly foreseen the like-
lihood of certain obstacles.” :

“ But, Mr. Fogg,” pursued Sir Francis, “you run the risk of
having some difficulty about this worthy fellow’s adventure at
the pagoda.” Passepartout, his feet comfortably wrapped in
his travelling-blanket, was sound asleep, and did not dream
that anybody was talking about him, “The Government is very
severe upon that kind of offence. It takes particular care that
the religious customs of the Indians should be respected, and if
your servant were caught—”

“Very well, Sir Francis,” replied Mr. Fogg; “if he had been
caught he would have been condemned and punished, and then
would have quietly returned to Europe. “I don’t see how this
affair could have delayed his master.”

The conversation fell again. During the night the train left
the mountains behind, and passed Nassik, and the next day
proceeded over the fiat, well-cultivated country of the Khandeish,
with its straggling villages, above which rose the minarets of
the pagodas. This fertile territory is watered by numerous
small rivers and limpid streams, mostly tributaries of the
Godavery.
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Passepartout, on waking and looking out, could not realize
that he was actually crossing India in a railway train. The
locomotive, guided by an English engineer and fed with English
coal, threw out its smoke upon cotton, coffee, nutmeg, clove,
and pepper plantations, while the steam curled in spirals around
groups of palm-trees, in the midst of which were seen picturesque
bungalows, viharis (a sort of abandoned monasteries), and mar-
vellous temples enriched by the exhaustless ornamentation of
Indian architecture. Then they came upon vast tracts extend-
ing to the horizon, with jungles inhabited by snakes and tigers,
which fled at the noise of the train; succeeded by forests pene-
trated by the railway, and still haunted by elephants which, with
pensive eyes, gazed at the train as it passed. The travellers
crossed, beyond Malligaum, the fatal country so often stained
with blood by the sectaries of the goddess Kali, Not far off.
rose Ellora, with its graceful pagodas, and the famous Aurun-
gabad, capital of the ferocious Aureng-Zeb, now the chief town
of one of the detached provinces of the kingdom of the Nizam,’
It was thereabouts that Feringhea, the Thuggee chief, king of
the stranglers, held his sway. These ruffians, united by a secret
bond, strangled victims of every age in honour of the goddess
Death, without ever shedding blood ; there was a period when
this part of the country could scarcely be travelled over without
corpses being found in every direction. The English Govern-
ment has succeeded in greatly diminishing these murders, though
the Thuggees still exist, and pursue the exercise of their horrible
rites.

At half-past twelve the train stopped at Burhampoor, where
Passepartout was able to purchase some Indian slippers, orna-
mented with false pearls, in which, with evident vanity, he
proceeded to incase his feet. The travellers made a hasty
breakfast, and started off for Assurghur, after skirting for a
little the banks of the small river Tapty, which empties into the
Gulf of Cambray, near Surat.

‘Passepartout was now plunged into absorbing reverie. Up
to his arrival at Bombay, he had entertained hopes that their
journey would end there ; but now that they were plainly whirl-
ing across India at full speed, a sudden change had come over
the spirit of his dreams. His old vagabond nature returned to
him ; the fantastic ideas of his youth once more took possession
ofhim, He came to regard his master’s project as intended in

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good earnest, believed in the reality of the bet, and therefore in
the tour of the world, and the necessity of making it without’
fail within the designated period. Already he began to worry.
about possible delays, and accidents’ which might happen on
the way. He recognized himself as being personally interested
in the wager, and trembled at the thought that he might have
been the means of losing it by his unpardonable folly of the
night before. Being much less cool-headed than Mr. Fogg, he
was much more restless, counting and recounting the days
passed over, uttering maledictions when the train stopped, and’
accusing it of sluggishness, and mentally blaming Mr. Fogg for-
not having bribed the engineer. The worthy fellow was ignorant’
that, while it was possible by such means to hasten the rate of a
steamer, it could not be done on the railway.

. The train entered the defiles of the Sutpour Mountains, which
separate the Khandeish from Bundelcund, towards evening.
The next day Sir Francis Cromarty asked Passepartout what
time it was ; to which, on consulting his watch, he replied that:
it was three in the morning. This famous timepiece, always’
reculated on the Greenwich meridian, which was now some
seventy-seven degrees westward, was at least four hours slow.
Sir Francis corrected Passepartout’s time, whereupon the latter.
made the same remark that he had done to Fix ; and upon the
general insisting that the watch should be regulated in each,
new meridian, since he was constantly going eastward, that is
in the face of th2 sun, and therefore the days were shorter by-
four minutes for each degree gone over, Passepartout obstinately
refused to alter his watch, which he kept at London time. | It
was an innocent delusion which could harm no one.

- The train stopped, at eight o’clock, in the midst of a glade.
some fifteen miles beyond Rothal, where there were several
bungalows and workmen’s cabins. The conductor, passing
along the carriages, shouted, “Passengers will get out:
here!”

Phileas Fogg looked at Sir Francis Cromarty for an explana-
tion ; but the general could not tell what meant a halt in the.
midst of this forest of dates and acacias.

Passepartout, not less surprised, rushed out and speedily re--
turned, crying, “ Monsieur, no more railway !”

. “What do you mean?” asked Sir Francis.
“JT mean to say that the train isn’t going on.” ar
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’ ‘The general at once stepped out, while Phileas Fogg calmly
followed him, and they proceeded together to the conductor.

“ Where are we?” asked Sir Francis.

“At the hamlet of Kholby.”

’ “Do we stop here ?”
’ “Certainly. The railway isn’t finished.”

“What ! not finished ?”

“No. There’s still a matter of fifty miles to be laid from
here to Allahabad, where the line begins again.”

“But the papers announced the opening. of the railway
throughout.”

“What would you have, officer? The papers were mis-
taken.” .

““ Vet you sell tickets from Bombay to Calcutta,” retorted.
Sir Francis, who was growing warm.

“No doubt,” replied the conductor; “but the passengers
know that they must provide means of transportation for them-
selves from Kholby to Allahabad.”

. Sir Francis was furious. Passepartout would willingly have
knocked the conductor down, and did not dare to look at his
master. :

“Sir Francis,” said Mr. Fogg, quietly, “we will, if you
please, look about for some means of conveyance to Allahabad.”

“ Mr. Fogg, this is a delay greatly to your disadvantage.”

“No, Sir Francis ; it was foreseen.”

What! You knew that the way—”

“Not at all; but I knew that some obstacle or other would
sooner or later arise on my route. Nothing, therefore, is lost.
I have two days which I have already gained to sacrifice. A
steamer leaves Calcutta for Hong Kong at noon, on the 25th.
This is the 22nd, and we shall reach Calcutta in time.”

There was nothing to say to so confident a response.

It was but too true that the railway came to a termination at
this point. The papers were like some watches, which have
a’ way of getting too fast, and had been premature in their
announcement of the completion of the line. The greater part
of the travellers were aware of this interruption, and leaving the
train, they began to engage such vehicles as the village could
provide—four -wheeled palkigharis, waggons drawn by zebus,
catriages that looked like perambulating pagodas, palanquins,
ponies, and what not.

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Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty, after searching the
village from end to end, came back without having found any-
thing.

“T shall go afoot,” said Phileas Fogg.

Passepartout, who had now rejoined his master, made a wry
grimace, as he thought of his magnificent, but too frail Indian
shoes, Happily he too had been looking about him, and, after
a moment’s hesitation, said, “ Monsieur, I think I have found a
means of conveyance.”

“What ?”

“An elephant! An elephant that belongs to an Indian who
lives but a hundred steps from here.”

“ Let’s go and see the elephant,” replied Mr. Fogg.

They soon reached a small hut, near which, enclosed within
some high palings, was the animal in question. An Indian
came out of the hut, and, at their request, conducted them within
the enclosure. The elephant, which its owner had reared, not
for a beast of burden, but for warlike purposes, was half
domesticated. The Indian had begun already, by often irritating
him, and feeding him every three months on sugar and butter,
to impart to him a ferocity not in his nature, this method being
often employed by those who train the Indian elephants for
battle. Happily, however, for Mr. Fogg, the animal’s instruction
in this direction had not gone far, and the elephant still pre-
served his natural gentleness. Kiouni—this was the name of
the beast—could doubtless travel rapidly for a long time and,
in default of any other means of conveyance, Mr. Fogg resolved
to hire him. But elephants are far from cheap in India, where
they are becoming scarce ; the males, which alone are suitable
for circus shows, are much sought, especially as but few of them
are domesticated. When, therefore, Mr. Fogg proposed to the-
Indian to hire Kiouni, he refused point-blank. Mr. Fogg per-
sisted, offering the excessive sum of ten pounds an hour for the
loan of the beast to Allahabad. Refused. Twenty pounds? Re-
fused also. Forty pounds? Still refused. Passepartout jumped at
each advance ; but the Indian declined to be tempted. Yet the
offer was an alluring one, for, supposing it took the elephant
fifteen hours to reach Allahabad, his owner would receive no
less than six hundred pounds Sterling.

Phileas Fogg, without getting in the least flurried, then pro.
posed. to purchase the animal outright, and at first offered a
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thousand pounds for him. The Indian, perhaps thinking he
was going to make a great bargain, still refused.

Sir Francis Cromarty took Mr. Fogg aside, and begged him
to reflect before he went any further ; to which that gentleman
replied that he was not in the habit of acting rashly, that a bet
of twenty thousand pounds was at stake, that the elephant was
absolutely necessary to him, and that he would secure him if he
had to pay twenty times his value. Returning to the Indian,
whose small, sharp eyes, glistening with avarice, betrayed that with
him it was only a question of how great a price he could obtain,
Mr. Fogg offered first twelve hundred, then fifteen hundred,
eighteen hundred, two thousand pounds. Passepartout, usually
so rubicund, was fairly white with suspense.

At two thousand pounds the Indian yielded.

“What a price, good heaven!” cried Passepartout, “for an
elephant !”

It only remained now to find a guide, which was compara-
tively easy. A young Parsee, with an intelligent face, offered his
services, which Mr. Fogg accepted, promising so generous a
reward as to materially stimulate his zeal. The elephant was
led out and equipped. The Parsee, who was an accomplished
elephant driver, covered his back with a sort of saddle-cloth,
and attached to each of his flanks some curiously uncomfortable
howdahs.

Phileas Fogg paid the Indian with some bank-notes which he
extracted from the famous carpet-bag, a proceeding that seemed
to deprive poor Passepartout of his vitals. Then he offered to
carry Sir Francis to Allahabad, which the brigadier gratefully
accepted, as one traveller the more would not be likely to fatigue
the gigantic beast. Provisions were purchased at Kholby, and
while Sir Francis and Mr. Fogg took the howdahs on cither
side, Passepartout got astride the saddle-cloth between them.
The Parsee perched himself or the elephant’s neck, and at nine
o’clock they set out from the village, the animal marching off
through the dense forest of palms by the shortest cut.
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CHAPTER XII.

IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AND HIS COMPANIONS VENTURE
ACROSS THE INDIAN FORESTS, AND WHAT ENSUED.

In order to shorten the journey, the guide passed to the left of
the line where the railway was still in process of being built.
This line, owing to the capricious turnings of the Vindhia Moun-
tains, did not pursue a straight course. The Parsee, who was
quite familiar with the roads and the paths in the district, declared
that they would gain twenty miles by striking directly through
the forest. ;

Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty, plunged to the neck
in the peculiar howdahs provided for them, were horribly jostled
by the swift trotting of the elephant, spurred on as he was by the
skilful Parsee ; but they endured the discomfort with true British
phlegm, talking little, and scarcely able to catch a glimpse of
each other. As for Passepartout, who was mounted on the
beast’s back, and received the direct force of each concussion as
he trod along, he was very careful, in accordance with his mas-
ter’s advice, to keep his tongue from between his teeth, as it
would otherwise have been bitten off short. The worthy fellow
bounced from the elephant’s neck to his rump, and vaulted like
a clown on a spring-board ; yet he laughed in the midst of his
bouncing, and from time to time took a piece of sugar out of his
pocket, and inserted it in Kiount’s trunk, who received it without
in the least slackening his regular trot.

After two hours the guide stopped the elephant, and gave him
an hour for rest, during which Kiouni, after quenching his
thirst at a neighbouring spring, sect to devouring the branches
and shrubs round about him. Neither Sir Francis nor Mr.
Fogg regretted the delay, and both descended with a feeling of
relief. “Why, he’s made of iron !” exclaimed the general, gazing
admiringly on Kiouni.

“OF forged iron,” replied Passepartout, as he set about pre-
paring a hasty breakfast.

At noon the Parsee gave the signal of departure. The country
soon presented a very savage aspect. Copses of dates and
dwarf-palms succeeded the dense forests ; then vast, dry plains,
dotted with scanty shrubs, and sown with great blocks of syenite
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All this portion of Bundelcund, which is little frequented by tra-
vellers, is inhabited by a fanatical population, hardened in the
most horrible practices of the Hindoo faith. The English have
not been able to secure complete dominion over this territory,
which is subjected to the influence of rajahs, whom it is almost
impossible to reach in their inaccessible mountain fastnesses.
The travellers several times saw bands of ferocious Indians, who,
when they perceived the elephant striding across the country,
made angry and threatening motions. The Parsee avoided
them as much as possible. Few animals were observed on the
route: even the monkeys hurried from their path with con-
fortions and grimaces which convulsed Passepartout with
laughter.

In the midst of his gaiety, however, one thought troubled the
worthy servant. What would Mr. Fogg do with the elephant,
when he got to Allahabad? Would he carry him on with him?
Impossible! The cost of transporting him would make him
ruinously expensive. Would he sell him, or set him free? The
estimable beast certainly deserved some consideration. Should
Mr. Fogg choose to make him, Passepartout, a present of Kiouni,
he would be very much embarrassed ; and these thoughts did
not cease worrying him for a long time.

The principal chain of the Vindhias was crossed by eight in
the evening, and another halt was made on the northern slope,
in a ruined bungalow. They had gone nearly twenty-five miles
that day, and an equal distance still separated them fom the
station of Allahabad.

The night was cold. The Parsee lit a fire in the bungalow
with a few dry branches, and the warmth was very gratef:}.
The provisions purchased at Kholby sufficed for supper, and the
travellers ate ravenously. The conversation, beginning with a
few disconnected phrases, soon gave place to loud and steady
snores. The guide watched Kiouni, who slept standing, bolster-
ing himself against the trunk of a large tree. Nothing occurred
during the night to disturb the slumberers, although occasional.
growls from panthers and chatterings of monkeys broke the
silence ; the more formidable beasts made no cries or hostile
demonstration against the occupants of the bungalow. Sir
Francis slept heavily, like an honest soldier overcome with
fatigue. Passepartout was wrapped in uneasy dreams of the.
bouncing of the day before. As for Mr. Fogg, he slumbered
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as peaceful as if he had been in his serene mansion in Saville
Row.

The journey was resumed at six in the morning; the guide
hoped to reach Allahabad by evening. In that case, Mr. Fogg
would only lose a part of the forty-eight hours saved since the
beginning of the tour. Kiouni, resuming his rapid gait, soon
descended the lower spurs of the Vindhias, and towards noon
they passed by the village of Kallenger, on the Cani, one of the
branches of the Ganges. The guide avoided inhabited places,
thinking it safer to keep the open country, which lies along the
first depressions of the basin of the great river. Allahabad was
now only twelve miles to the north-east. They stopped under a
clump of bananas, the fruit of which, as healthy as bread and as
succulent as cream, was amply partaken of and appreciated.

At two o’clock the guide entered a thick forest which extended
several miles ; he preferred to travel under cover of the woods.
They had not as yet had any unpleasant encounters, and the
journey seemed on the point of being successfully accomplished,
when the elephant, becoming restless, suddenly stopped.

It was then four o’clock.

“What’s the matter?” asked Sir Frincis, putting out his
head.

“T don’t know, officer,” replied the Parsee, listening atten-
tively to a confused murmur which came through the thick
branches.

The murmur soon became more distinct ; it now seemed like
a distant concert of human voices accompanied by brass instru-
ments. Passepartout was alleyesand ears. Mr. Fogg patiently
waited without a word. The Parsee jumped to the ground,
fastened the elephant to a tree, and plunged into the thicket.
He soon returned, saying,—

“A procession of Brahmins is coming this way. We must
prevent their seeing us, if possible.”

The guide unloosed the elephant and led him into a thicket,
at the same time asking the travellers not to stir. He held
himself ready to bestride the animal at a moment’s notice,
should flight become necessary; but he evidently thought that
the procession of the faithful would pass without perceiving
them amid the thick foliage, in which they were wholly con-
cealed.

The discordant tones of the voices and instruments drew
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nearer, and now droning songs mingled with the sound of the
tambourines and cymbals. The head of the procession soon
appeared beneath the trees, a hundred paces away; and the
strange figures which performed the religious ceremony were
easily distinguished through the branches. First came the
priests, with mitres on their heads, and clothed in long lace robes.
They were surrounded by men, women, and children, who sang
a kind of lugubrious psalm, interrupted at regular intervals by
the tambourines and cymbals ; while behind them was drawn a
car with large wheels, the spokes of which represented serpents
entwined with each other. Upon the car, which was drawn by
four richly caparisoned zebus, stood a hideous statue with
four arms, the body coloured a dull red, with haggard eyes,
dishevelled hair, protruding, tongue, and lips tinted with betel.
It stood upright upon the figure of a prostrate and headless
giant.

Sir Francis, recognizing the statue, whispered, “The goddess
Kali; the goddess of love and death.”

“ Of death, perhaps,” muttered back Passepartout, “but of love
—that ugly old hag? Never !”

The Parsee made a motion to keep silence.

A group of old fakirs were capering and making a wild ado
around the statue; these were striped with ochre, and covered
with cuts whence their blood issued drop by drop,—stupid
fanatics, who, in the great Indian ceremonies, still throw them-
selves under the wheels of Juggernaut. Some Brahmins, clad
in all the sumptuousness of Oriental apparel, and leading a
woman who faltered at every step, followed.. This woman was
young, and as fair as a European. Her head and _ neck,
shoulders, ears, arms, hands, and toes, were loaded down with
jewels and gems,—with bracelets, earrings, and rings; while a
tunic bordered with gold, and covered with a light muslin robe,
betrayed the outline of her form.

The guards who followed the young woman presented a
violent contrast to her, armed as they were with naked sabres
hung at their waists, and long damasceened pistols, and bearing
a corpse on a palanquin. It was the body of an old man,
gorgeously arrayed in the habiliments of a rajah, wearing, as in
life, a turban embroidered with pearls, a robe of tissue of silk
and gold, a scarf of cashmere sewed with diamonds, and the
magnificent weapons of a Hindoo prince. Next came the musi-
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cians and a rearguard of capering fakirs, whose cries some-
times drowned the noise of the instruments; these closed the
-procession.

Sir Francis watched the procession with a sad countenance,
and, turning to the guide, said, “ A suttee.”

The Parsee nodded, and put his finger to his lips. The pro-
cession slowly wound under the trees, and soon its last ranks
disappeared in the depths of the wood. The songs gradually
died away ; occasionally cries were heard in the distance, until
at last all was silence again.

Phileas Fogg had heard what Sir Francis said, and, as soon
as the procession had disappeared, asked, “What is a
‘suttee’?”

“ A suttee,” returned the general, “is a human sacrifice, but a
voluntary one. The woman you have just seen will be burned to-
morrow at the dawn of day.”

“Oh, the scoundrels!” cried Passepartout, who could not
repress his indignation.

“‘ And the corpse?” asked Mr. Fogg.

“Ts that of the prince, her husband,” said the guide; “an
independent rajah of Bundelcund.”

“Is it possible,” resumed Phileas Fogg, his voice betraying
not the least emotion, “that these barbarous customs still exist in
India, and that the English have been unable to put a stop to
them ?”

“These sacrifices de not occur in the larger portion of India,’
replied Sir Francis ; “but we have no power over these savage
territories, and especially here in Bundelcund. The whole dis-
trict north of the Vindhias is the theatre of incessant murders
and pillage.”

“The poor wretch!” exclaimed Passepartout, “to be burned
alive!”

“Ves,” returned Sir Francis, “ burned alive. And if she were
not, you cannot conceive what treatment she would be obliged
to submit to from her relatives. They would shave off her hair,
feed her on a scanty allowance of rice, treat her with contempt ;
she would be looked upon as an unclean creature, and would
die in some corner, like a scurvy dog. The prospect of so
frightful an existence drives these poor creatures to the sacrifice
much more than love or religious fanaticism. Sometimes, how-
ever, the sacrifice is really voluntary, and it requires the active
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interference of the Government to prevent it. Several years
ago, when I was living at Bombay,a young widow asked per-
mission of the governor to be burned along with her husband’s
body ; but, as you may imagine, he refused. The woman left
the town, took refuge with an independent rajah, and there
carried out her self-devoted purpose.”

While Sir Francis was speaking, the guide shook his head
several times, and now said, “ The sacrifice which will take place
to-morrow at dawn is not a voluntary one.”

“How do you know?”

_“ Everybody knows about this affair in Bundelcund.”

“ But the wretched creature did not seem to be making any
resistance,” observed Sir Francis.

“That was because they had iatowicaled her with fumes of
hemp and opium.”

“But where are they taking her?”

“To the pagoda of Pillaji, two miles from here ; she will pass
the night there.”

“ And the sacrifice will take place—”

“To-morrow, at the first light of dawn.”

The guide now led the elephant out of the thicket, and leaped
upon his neck. Just at the moment that he was about to urge
Kiouni forward with a peculiar whistle, Mr. Fogg stopped him,
and, turning to Sir Francis Cromarty, said, “ Suppose we save
this woman.” ,

“Save the woman, Mr. Fogg !”

“T have yet twelve hours to spare; I can devote them to
that.”

“Why, you are a man of heart !”

“Sometimes,” replied Phileas Fogg, quietly ; “ when I have
the time.”

CHAPTER XIII.

IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT RECEIVES A NEW PROOF THAT
FORTUNE FAVOURS THE BRAVE.

THE project was a bold one, full of difficulty, perhaps imprac-
ticable. Mr. Fogg was going to risk life, or at least liberty, and
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therefore the success of his tour. But he did not hesitate, and
he found in Sir Francis Cromarty an enthusiastic ally.

As for Passepartout, he was ready for anything that might be
proposed. His master’s idea charmed him; he perceived a
heart, a soul, under that icy exterior. He began to love Phileas
Fogg.

There remained the guide: what course would he adopt?
would he not take part with the Indians? In default of his
assistance, it was necessary to be assured of his neutrality.

Sir Francis frankly put the question to him.

“ Officers,” replied the guide, “I am a Parsee, and this woman
is a Parsee. Command me as you will.”

“Excellent,” said Mr. Fogg.

“ However,” resumed the guide, “it is certain, not only that
we shall risk our lives, but horrible tortures, if we are taken.”

“That is foreseen,” replied Mr. Fogg. “1 think we must wait
till night before acting.”

“T think so,” said the guide.

The worthy Indian then gave some account of the victim,
who, he said, was a celebrated beauty of the Parsee race, and
the daughter of a wealthy Bombay merchant. She had received
a thoroughly English education in that city, and, from her
manners and intelligence, would be thought an European. Her
name was Aouda. Left an orphan, she was married against her
will to the old rajah of Bundelcund; and, knowing the fate that
awaited her, she escaped, was retaken, and devoted by the
rajah’s relatives, who had an interest in her death, to the sacrifice
from which it seemed she could not escape.

The Parsee’s narrative only confirmed Mr. Fogg and his com-
panions in their generous design. It was decided that the
guide should direct the elephant towards the pagoda of Pillaji,
which he accordingly approached as quickly as possible. They
halted, half an hour afterwards, in a copse, some five hundred
feet from the pagoda, where they were well concealed ; but they
could hear the groans and cries of the fakirs distinctly.

They then discussed the means of getting at the victim. The
guide was familiar with the pagoda of Pillaji, in which, as he
declared, the young woman was imprisoned. Could they enter
any of its doors while the whole party of Indians was plunged
in a drunken sleep, or was it safer to attempt to makea hole in
the walls? This could only be determined at the moment and
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the place themselves; but it was certain that the abduction
must be made that night, and not when, at break of day, the
victim was led to her funeral pyre. Then no human intervention
could save her.

As soon as night fell, about six o’clock, they decided to make
a reconnoissance around the pagoda. The cries of the fakirs
were just ceasing ; the Indians were in the act of plunging them-
selves into the drunkenness caused by liquid opium mingled
with hemp, and it might be possible to slip between them to the
temple itself.

The Parsee, leading the others, noiselessly crept through the
wood, and in ten minutes they found themselves on the banks
of a small stream, whence, by the light of the rosin torches, they
perceived a tyre of wood, on the top of which lay the embalmed
body of the rajah, which was to be burned with his wife. The
pagoda, whose minarets loomed above the trees in the deepening
dusk, stood a hundred steps away.

“Come!” whispered the guide.

He slipped more cautiously than ever through the brush,
followed by his companions; the silence around was only
broken by the low murmuring of the wind among the branches.

Soon the Parsee stopped on the borders of the glade, which
was lit up by the torches. The ground was covered by groups
of the Indians, motionless in their drunken sleep ; it seemed a
battle-field strewn with the dead. Men, women, and children
lay together.

In the background, among the trees, the pagoda of Pillaji
loomed indistinctly. Much to the guide’s disappointment, the
guards of the rajah, lighted by torches, were watching at the
doors and marching to and fro with naked sabres; probably
the priests, too, were watching within. ‘

The Parsee, now convinced that it was impossible to force an
entrance to the temple, advanced no farther, but led his com-
panions back again. Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty
also saw that nothing could be attempted in that direction.
They stopped, and engaged in a whispered colloquy.

“It is only eight now,” said the brigadier, “and these guards
may also go to sleep.”

“It is not impossible,” returned the Parsee.

They lay down at the foot of a tree, and waited.

The time seemed long; the guide ever and anon left them to
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take an observation on the edge of the wood, but the guards
watched steadily by the glare of the torches, and a dim light
crept through the windows of the pagoda.

They waited till midnight; but no change took place among
the guards, and it became apparent that their yielding to sleep
could not be counted on. The other plan must be carried out ; -
an opening in the walls of the pagoda must be made. It
remained to ascertain whether the priests were watching by the
side of their victim as assiduously as were the soldiers at the
door. :

_ Aftér a Iast consultation, the guide announced that he was
ready for the attempt, and advanced, followed by the others. -
They took a roundabout way, so as to get at the pagoda on the
rear. They reached the walls about half-past twelve, without
having met any one; here there was no guard, nor were there
either windows or doors.

‘The night was dark. The moon, on the wane, scarcely left »
the horizon, and was covered with heavy clouds; the height of
the trees deepened the darkness.

It was not enough to reach the walls; an opening in them”
must be accomplished, and to attain this purpose the party only :
had their pocket-knives. Happily the temple walls were built
of brick and wood, which could be penetrated with little diffi- -
culty ; after one brick had been taken out, the rest would yield
easily.

They set noiselessly to work, and the Parsee on one side and |
Passepartout on-the other began to loosen the bricks so as to
make an aperture two feet wide. They were getting on rapidly,
when suddenly a cry was heard in the interior of the temple,
followed almost instantly by other cries replying from the out-
side. Passepartout and the guide stopped. Had they been -
heard? Was the alarm being given? Common prudence urged
them to retire, and they did so, followed by Phileas Fogg and .
Sir Francis, They again hid themselves in the wood, and
waited till the disturbance, whatever it might be, ceased, holding
themselves ready to resume their. attempt without delay. But,
awkwardly enough, the guards now appeared at the rear of the
temple, and there installed themselves, i in readiness to prevent a -
surprise.

It would be ‘difficult to describe the disappointment of the
party, thus interrupted in their work. They could not now
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reach the victim; how, then, could they save her? Sir Francis
shook his fists, Passepartout was beside himself, and the guide
gnashed his teeth with rage. The tranquil Fogg waited, without
betraying any emotion.

- “We have nothing to do but to go away,” whispered Sir
Francis.

“‘ Nothing but to go away,” echoed the guide. ;

“Stop,” said Fogg. “I am only due at Allahabad to-morrow
before noon.”

“But what can you hope to do?” asked Sir Francis. “Ina
few hours it will be daylight, and—”

“The chance which now seems lost may present itself at the
last moment.”

Sir Francis would have liked to read Phileas Fogg’s eyes.

What was this cool Englishman thinking of? Was he plan-
ning to make a rush for the young woman at the very moment
of the sacrifice, and boldly snatch her from her executioners?

This would be utter folly, and it was hard to admit that Fogg
was such a fool. Sir Francis consented, however, to remain to
the end of this terrible drama. The guide led them to the rear
of the glade, where they were able to observe the sleeping
groups. PaO

Meanwhile Passepartout, who had perched himself on the
lower branches of a tree, was revolving an idea which had at
first struck him like a flash, and which was now firmly lodged in
his brain.

He had commenced by saying to himself, “ What folly !” and
then he repeated, “Why not, after all? It’s a chance,—perhaps
the only one; and with such sots!” Thinking thus, he slipped,
with the. suppleness of a serpent, to the lowest branches, the
ends of which bent:almost to the ground. :

The hours passed, and the lighter shades now announced the
approach of day, though it was not yet light. This was the
moment. The slumbering. multitude became animated, the
tambourines sounded, songs and cries arose; the hour of the
sacrifice had come. The doors of the pagoda swung.open, and-
a bright light escaped from its interior, in the midst of which
Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis espied the victim, She -seemed,-
having shaken off the stupor of intoxication, to be striving to.
escape from her executioner. Sir Francis’s heart throbbed ; and
convulsively seizing Mr. Fogg’s hand, found in it an open knife.
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Just at this moment the crowd began to move. The young
woman had again fallen into a stupor, caused by the fumes of
hemp, and passed among the fakirs, who escorted her with their
wild, religious cries.

Phileas Fogg and his companions, rtigling’ in the rear ranks
of the crowd, followed ; and in two minutes they reached the
banks of the stream, and stopped fifty paces from the pyre, upon
which still lay the rajah’s corpse. In the semi-obscurity they
saw the victim, quite senseless, stretched out beside her husband’s
body. Then a torch was brought, and the wood, soaked with
oil, instantly took fire.

At this moment Sir Francis and the guide seized Phileas
Fogg, who, in an instant of mad generosity, was about to rush
upon the pyre. But he had quickly pushed them aside, when
the whole scene suddenly changed. A cryof terror arose. The
whole multitude prostrated Hemselies, terror-stricken, on the
ground.

The old rajah was not dead, then, since he rose of a sudden,
like a spectre, took up his wife in his arms, and descended
from the pyre in the midst of the clouds of smoke, which only
heightened his ghostly appearance.

Fakirs and soldiers and priests, seized with instant terror, lay
there, with their faces on the ground, not daring to lift their
eyes and behold such a prodigy.

The inanimate victim was borne along by the vigorous arms
which supported her, and which she did not seem in the least to
burden. Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis stood erect, the Parsee
bowed his head, and Passepartout was, no doubt, scarcely less
stupefied.

The resuscitated rajah approached Sir Francis and Mr. Fogg,
and, in an abrupt tone, said, “ Let us be off!”

It was Passepartout himself, who had slipped upon the pyre
in the midst of the smoke and, profiting by the still overhanging
darkness, had delivered the young woman from death! It was
Passepartout who, playing his part with a happy audacity, had
passed through the crowd amid the general terror.

A moment after all four of the party had disappeared in the
woods, and the elephant was bearing them away at a rapid pace.
But the cries and noise, and a ball which whizzed through
Phileas Fogg’s hat, apprised them that the trick had Pern
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The old rajah’s body, indeed, now appeared upon the burning
pyre ; and the priests, recovered from their terror, perceived
that an abduction had taken place. They hastened into the
forest, followed by the soldiers, who fired a volley after the
fugitives ; yt the latter rapidly increased the distance between
them, and ere long found themselves beyond the reach of the
bullets and arrows, ;

CHAPTER XIV.

IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG DESCENDS THE WHOLE LENGTH
OF THE BEAUTIFUL VALLEY OF THE GANGES WITHOUT
EVER THINKING OF SEEING IT.

THE rash exploit had been accomplished; and for an hour
Passepartout laughed gaily at his success. Sir Francis pressed
the worthy fellow’s hand, and his master said, “ Well done !”
which, from him, was high commendation ; to which Passepar-
tout replied that all the credit of the affair belonged to Mr. Fogg.
As for him, he had only been struck with a “queer” idea; and
he laughed to think that for a few moments he, Passepartout,
the ex-gymnast, ex-sergeant fireman, had been the spouse of a
charming woman, a venerable, embalmed rajah! As for the
young Indian woman, she had been unconscious throughout ot
what was passing, and now, wrapped up in a travelling-blanket,
was reposing in one of the howdahs.

The elephant, thanks to the skilful guidance of the Parsee,
was advancing.rapidly through the still darksome forest, and,
an hour after leaving the pagoda, had crossed a vast plain.
They made a halt at seven o’clock, the young woman being
still in a state of complete prostration. The guide made her
drink a little brandy and water, but the drowsiness which
stupefied her could not yet be shaken off. Sir Francis, who was
familiar with the effects of the intoxication produced by the
fumes of hemp, reassured his companions on her account. But
he was more disturbed at the prospect of her future fate. He
told Phileas Fogg that, should Aouda remain in India, she
would inevitably fall again into the hands of her executioners.
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would, despite the English police, recover their victim at
Madras, Bombay, or Calcutta, She would only be safe by
quitting India for ever.

Phileas Fogg replied that he would reflect upon the matter.

The station at Allahabad was reached about ten o’clock, and
the interrupted line of railway being resumed, would enable
them to reach Calcutta in less than twenty-four hours. Phileas
Fogg would thus be able to arrive in time to take the steamer
which left Calcutta the next day, October 25th, at noon, for
Hong Kong.

The young woman was placed in one of the waiting rooms of
the station, whilst Passepartout was charged with purchasing
for her various articles of toilet, a dress, shawl, and some furs ;
for which his master gave him unlimited credit. Passepartout
started off forthwith, and found himself in the streets of Allaha-
bad, that is, the “City of God,” one of the most venerated in
India, being built at the junction of the two sacred rivers
Ganges and Jumna, the waters of which attract pilgrims from
évery part of the peninsula. The Ganges, according to the
legends of the Ramayana, rises in heaven, whence, owing to
Brahma’ $s agency, it descends to the earth. ;

Passepartout made it a point, as he made his purchases, to
take a. good look at the city. It was formerly defended by a
noble fort, which has since become a state prison; its commerce
has dwindled away, and Passepartout in vain looked about him
for such a bazaar as he used to frequent in Regent Street. At
last he came upon an elderly, crusty Jew, who sold second-hand
articles, and from whom he purchased a dress of Scotch stuff,
a large mantle, and a fine otter-skin pelisse, for which he did
not hesitate to pay seventy-five pounds. He then returned
triumphantly to the station. ;

The influence to which the priests of Pillaji had subjected
Aouda began gradually to yield, and she became more herself,
so that her fine eyes resumed all their soft Indian expression.

When the poet-king, Ucaf Uddaul, celebrates the charms of
the queen of Ahmehnagara, he speaks thus:—

“Her shining tresses, divided in two parts, encircle the
harmonious contour of her white and delicate cheeks, brilliant
in their glow and freshness. Her ebony brows have the form
and charm of the bow of Kama, the god of love, and beneath
her long silken lashes the purest reflections and a celestial light
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swim, as in the sacred lakes of Himalaya, in the black pupils of
her great clear eyes. Her teeth, fine, equal, and white, glitter
between her smiling lips like dewdrops in a passion-flower’s
half-enveloped breast. Her delicately formed ears, her ver-
milion hands, her little feet, curved and tender as the lotus-bud,
glitter with the brilliancy of the loveliest pearls of Ceylon, the
most dazzling diamonds of Golconda. Her narrow and supple
waist, which a hand may clasp around, sets forth the outline
of her rounded figure and the beauty of her bosom, where youth
in its flower displays the wealth of its treasures ; and beneath
the silken folds of her tunic she seems to have been modelled
in pure silver by the godlike hand of Vicvarcarma, the immortal
sculptor.” ; : ‘

It is enough to say, without applying this poetical rhapsody to
Aouda, that she was a charming woman, in all the European
acceptation of the phrase. She spoke English with great
purity, and the guide had not exaggerated in saying that the
young Parsee had been transformed by her bringing up.

The train was about to start from Allahabad, and Mr. Fogg
proceeded to pay the guide the price agreed upon for his ser-
vice, and not a farthing more ; which astonished Passepartout,
who remembered all that his master owed to the guide’s de-
votion.. He had, indeed, risked his life in the adventure at
Pillaji, and if he should be caught afterwards by the Indians, he
would with difficulty escape their vengeance. Kiouni, also,
must be disposed of. What should be done with the elephant,
which had been so dearly purchased? Phileas Fogg had
already determined this question. ;

“ Parsee,” said he to the guide, “you have been serviceable
and devoted. I have paid for your service, but not for your
devotion. Would you like to have this elephant? He is yours.”

The guide’s eyes glistened.

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

“Take him, guide,” returned Mr. Fogg, “and I shall still be
your debtor.”

“Good!” exclaimed Passepartout; “take him, friend,
Kiouni is a brave and faithful beast.” And, going up to the
elephant, he gave him several lumps of sugar, saying, “ Here,
Kiouni, here, here.” 3

The elephant grunted out his satisfaction, and, clasping
Passepartout around the waist with his trunk, lifted him as high
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as his head. Passepartout, not in the least alarmed, caressed
the animal, which replaced him gently on the ground.

Soon after, Phileas Fogg, Sir Francis Cromarty, and Passe-
partout, installed in a carriage with Aouda, who had the best
seat, were whirling at full speed towards Benares. It was a
run of eighty miles, and was accomplished in two hours. During
the journey, the young woman fully recovered her senses. What
was her astonishment to find herself in this carriage, on the
railway, dressed in European habiliments, and with travellers
who were quite strangers to her! Her companions first set
about fully reviving her with a little liquor, and then Sir
Francis narrated to her what had passed, dwelling upon the
courage with which Phileas Fogg had not hesitated to risk his
life to save her, and recounting the happy sequel of the venture,
the result of Passepartout’s rash idea. Mr. Fogg said nothing ;
while Passepartout, abashed, kept repeating that “it wasn’t
worth telling.”

Aouda pathetically thanked her deliverers, rather with tears
than words ; her fine eyes interpreted her gratitude better than
her lips. Then, as her thoughts strayed back to the scene of
the sacrifice, and recalled the dangers which still menaced her,
she shuddered with terror.

Phileas Fogg understood what was passing in Aouda’s mind,
and offered, in order to reassure her, to escort her to Hong
Kong, where she might remain safely until the affair was
hushed up—an offer which she eagerly and gratefully accepted.
She had, it seems, a Parsee relation, who was one of the princi-
pal merchants of Hong Kong, which is wholly an English city,
though on an island on the Chinese coast.

At half-past twelve the train stopped at Benares. The
Brahmin legends assert that this city is built on the site of the
ancient Casi, which, like Mahomet’s tomb, was once suspended
between heaven and earth ; though the Benares of to-day, which
the Orientalists call the Athens of India, stands quite unpoeti-
cally on the solid earth. Passepartout caught glimpses of its
brick houses and clay huts, giving an aspect of desolation to the
place, as the train entered it.

Benares was Sir Francis Cromarty’s destination, the troops
he was rejoining being encamped some miles northward of the
city. He bade adieu to Phileas Fogg, wishing him all success,
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a less original but more profitable fashion. Mr. Fogg lightly
pressed him by the hand. The parting of Aouda, who did. not
forget what she owed to Sir Francis, betrayed more warmth ;
and, as for Passepartout, he received a beacty shake of the hand
fom the gallant general.

The railway, on leaving Benares, passed for a while along the
valley of the Ganges. Through the windows of.their carriage
the travellers had glimpses of the diversified landscape of Behar,
with its mountains clothed in verdure, its fields of barley, wheat,
and corn, its jungles peopled with green alligators, its neat
villages, and its still thickly-leaved forests. Elephants were
bathing in the waters of the sacred river, and groups of Indians,
despite the advanced season and chilly air, were performing
solemnly their pious ablutions. These were fervent Brahmins,
the bitterest foes of Buddhism, their deities being Vishnu, the
solar god, Shiva, the divine impersonation of natural forces, and
Lrahma, the supreme ruler of priests and legislators. What
would these divinities think of India, anglicized as it is to-day,
with steamers whistling and scudding along the Ganges, fright-
ening the gulls which float upon its surface, the turtles swarming
along its banks, and the faithful dwelling upon its borders?

The panorama passed before their eyes like a flash, save
when the steam concealed it fitfully from the view ; the travel-
lers could scarcely discern the fort of Chupenie, twenty miles
south-westward from Benares, the ancient stronghold of the
rajahs of Behar; or Ghazipur and its famous rose-water fac-
tories ; or the tomb of Lord Cornwallis, rising on the left bank of
the Ganges; the fortified town of Buxar, or Patna, a large
manufacturing and trading place, where is held the principal
opium market of India; or Monghir, a more than European
town, for it is as English as Manchester or Birmingham, with
its iron foundries, edge-tool factories, and high chimneys puffing
clouds of black smoke heavenward.

Night came on; the train passed on at full speed, in the
midst of the roaring of the tigers, bears, and wolves, which fled
before the locomotive ; and the marvels of Bengal, Golconda,
ruined Gour, Murshedabad, the ancient capital, Burdwan,
Hugly, and the French town of Chandernagor, where Passepar-
tout would have been proud to see his country’s flag flying, were
hidden from their view in the darkness.

_ Calcutta was reached at seven in the morning, and the fo
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left for Hong Kong at noon; so that Phileas Fogg had five
hours before him.

According to his journal, he was due at Calcutta on the 25th
of October, and that was the exact date of his actual arrival.
He was therefore neither behindhand nor ahead of time. The
two days gained between London and Bombay had been lost,
as has been seen, in the journey across India. But it is not to
be supposed that Phileas Fogg regretted them,

CHAPTER XV.

IN WHICH THE BAG OF BANK-NOTES DISGORGES SOME
THOUSANDS OF POUNDS MORE.

THE train entered the station, and Passepartout, jumping out
first, was followed by Mr. Fogg, who assisted his fair companion
to descend. Phileas Fogg intended to proceed at once to the
Hong Kong steamer, in order to get Aouda comfortably settled
for the voyage. He was unwilling to leave her while a were
still on dangerous ground,

Just as he was leaving the station a policeman came up to
him, and said, “ Mr. Phileas Fogg?”

< I am he.”

“Is this man your servant?” added the policeman, pointing
to Passepartout.

“Yes.”

“ Be so good, both of you, as to follow me.”

Mr. Fogg betrayed no surprise whatever. The policeman
was a representative of the law, and law is sacred to an English-
man. Passepartout tried to reason about the matter, but the
policeman tapped him with his stick, and Mr. Fogg made hima
signal to obey.

“ May this young lady go with us ?” asked he.

“ She may,” replied the policeman,

Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Passepartout were conducted to a
“palki-gari,” a sort of four-wheeled carriage, drawn by two
horses, in which they took their places and were driven away.
No one spoke during the twenty minutes which elapsed before
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they reached their destination. They first passed through the
“ black town,” with its narrow streets, its miserable, dirty huts,
and squalid population ; then through the “ European town,”
which presented a relief in its bright brick mansions, shaded by
cocoanut-trees and bristling with masts, where, although it was
early morning, elegantly dressed horsemen and handsome equi-
pages were passing back and forth.

The carriage stopped before a modest-looking house, which,
however, did not have the appearance of a private mansion.
The policeman, having requested his prisoners—for so, truly,
they might be called—to descend, conducted them into a room
with barred windows, and said, “You will appear before Judge
Obadiah at half-past eight.”

He then retired, and closed the door.

“Why, we are prisoners!” exclaimed Passepartout, falling
into a chair.

Aouda, with an emotion she tried to conceal, said to Mr.
Fogg, “Sir, you must leave me to my fate! It is on my account
that you receive this treatment ; it is for having saved me !”

Phileas Fogg contented himself with saying that it was im-
possible. It was quite unlikely that he should be arrested for
preventing a suttee. The complainants would not dare present
themselves with such a charge. There was some mistake,
Moreover, he would not in any event abandon Aouda, but
would escort her to Hong Kong.

“But the steamer leaves at noon!” eiceretl Passepartout,
nervously.

“We shall be on board by noon,” replied his master,
placidly.

It was said so positively, that Passepartout could not help
muttering to himself, “ Parbleu, that’s certain! Before noon
we shall be on board.” But he was by no means reassured.

At half-past eight the door opened, the policeman appeared,
and, requesting them to follow him, led the way to an adjoining
hall. It was evidently a court-room, and a crowd of Europeans
and natives.already occupied the rear of the apartment.

Mr. Fogg and his two companions took their places on a
bench opposite the desks of the magistrate and his clerk.
Immediately after, Judge Obadiah, a fat, round man, followed
by the clerk, entered. He proceeded to take down a wig which
was hanging on a nail, and put it hurriedly on his head,
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“ The first case,” said he ; then, putting his hand to his head,
he exclaimed, “ Heh ! This i is not my wig! id

“No, your worship,” returned the clerk, “it is mine.”

ne My dear Mr. Oysterpuff, how can a judge give a wise sen-
tence in a clerk’s wig ?”

The wigs were exchanged.

Passepartout was getting nervous, for the hands on the fees
of the big clock over the judge seemed to go round with terrible
rapidity.

“The first case,” repeated Judge Obadiah,

“Phileas Fogg ?” demanded Oysterpuff.

“T am here,” replied Mr. Fogg.

“ Passepartout ?”

“ Present !” responded Passepartout.

“Good,” said the judge. “You have been looked for, pri-
soners, for two days on the trains from Bombay.”

“But of what are we accused?” asked Passepartout, impa-
tiently.

“You are about to be informed.” i

“T am an English subject, sir,” said Mr. Fogg, “ and I have
the right—” .

“ Have you been ill-treated ?”

“ Not at all.”

“Very well; let the complainants come in.”

A door was swung open by order of the ne and three
Indian priests entered.

“That’s it,” muttered Passepartout ; “these are the rogues
who were going to burn our young lady.”

The priests took their places in front of the judge, and the
clerk proceeded to read in a loud voice a complaint of sacrilege
against Phileas Fogg and his servant, who were accused of
having violated a place held consecrated by the Brahmin
religion.

“You hear the charge ?” asked the judge.

“Yes, sir,” replied Mr. Fogg, consulting his watch, “and I
admit it.”

“You admit it ?”

“T admit it, and I wish to hear these priests admit, in their
turn, what they were going to do at the pagoda of Pillaji.”

The priests looked at each other; they did not seem to
understand what was said,
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_"Yes,” cried Passepartout, warmly; “at the pagoda of
Pillaji, where they were on the point of burning their
victim.”

The judge stared with astonishment, and the Priests were
stupefied.

“What victim?” said Judge Obadiah, “Burn whom? In
Bombay itself?”

“Bombay ?” cried Passepartout.

“Certainly. We are not talking of the pagoda of Pillaji, but
of the pagoda of Malebar Hill, at Bombay.”

_ And as a proof,” added the clerk, “ here are the desecrator’s
very shoes, which he left behind him.”

Whereupon he placed a pair of shoes on his desk.

“ My shoes !” cried Passepartout, in his surprise permitting
this imprudent exclamation to escape him.

The confusion of master and man, who had quite forgotten

the affair at Bombay, for which they were now detained at
Calcutta, may be imagined.
. Fix, the detective, had foreseen the advantage which Passe-
partout’s escapade gave him, and, delaying his departure for
twelve hours, had consulted the priests of Malebar Hill.
Knowing that the English authorities dealt very severely with
this kind of misdemeanour, he promised them a goodly sum in
damages, and sent them forward to Calcutta by the next train.
Owing to the delay caused by the rescue of the young widow,
Fix and the priests reached the Indian capital before Mr. Fogg
and his servant, the magistrates having been already warned by
a despatchto arrest them, should they arrive. Fix’s disappoint-
ment when he learned that Phileas Fogg had not made his
appearance in Calcutta, may be imagined. He made up his
mind that the robber had stopped somewhere on the route and
taken refuge in the southern provinces. For twenty-four hours
Fix watched the station with feverish anxiety ; at last he was
rewarded by seeing Mr. Fogg and Passepartout arrive, accom-
panied by a young woman, whose presence he was wholly at a
loss to explain. He hastened for a policeman ; and this was
how the party came to be arrested and brought before Judge
Obadiah.

Had Passepartout been a little less preoccupied, he would
have espied the detective ensconced in a corner of the court-
room, watching the proceedings with an interest easily under-
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stood ; for the warrant had failed to reach him at Calcutta, as it
had done at Bombay and Suez.

Judge Obadiah had unfortunately caught Passepartout’s rash
exclamation, which the poor fellow would have given the world
to recall.

“ The facts are admitted?” asked the judge.

. “ Admitted,” replied Mr. Fogg, coldly.

“ Inasmuch,” resumed the judge, “‘as the English law protects
equally and sternly the religions of the Indian people, and as the
man Passepartout has admitted that he violated the sacred
pagoda of Malebar Hill, at Bombay, on the 20th of October, I
condemn the said Passepartout to imprisonment for fifteen days
and a fine of three hundred pounds.”

“ Three hundred pounds !” cried Passepartout, startled at the
largeness of the sum.

“ Silence !” shouted the constable.

“ And inasmuch,” continued the judge, “as it is not proved
that the act was not done by the connivance of the master with
the servant, and as the master in any case must be held respon-
sible for the acts of his paid servant, I condemn Phileas Fogg
to a week’s imprisonment and a fine of one hundred and fifty
pounds.”

Fix rubbed his hands softly with satisfaction; if Phileas
Fogg could be detained in Calcutta a week, it would be more
than time for the warrant to arrive. Passepartout was stupefied.
This sentence ruined his master. A wager of twenty thousand
pounds lost, because he, like a precious fool, had gone into that
abominable pagoda ! -

Phileas Fogg, as self-composed as if the judgment did not in
the least concern him, did not even lift his eyebrows while it
was being pronounced. Just as the clerk was calling the next
case, he rose, and said, “I offer bail.”

“You have that right,” returned the judge.

Fix’s blood ran cold, but he resumed his composure when
he heard the judge announce that the bail required for each
prisoner would be one thousand pounds.

“T will pay it at once,” said Mr. Fogg, taking a roll of bank-
bills from the carpet-bag, which Passepartout had by him, and
placing them on the clerk’s desk.

“This sum will be restored to you upon your release from
prison,” said the judge, ‘“ Meanwhile, you are liberated on bail.”
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“Come !” said Phileas Fogg to his servant.

“ But let them at least give me back my shoes !” cried Passe-
partout, angrily.

“ Ah, these are pretty dear shoes!” he muttered, as they were
handed to him. “ More than a thousand pounds apiece ; besides,
they pinch my feet.”

Mr. Fogg, offering his arm to Aouda, then departed, followed
by the crestfallen Passepartout. Fix still nourished hopes that
the robber would not, after all, leave the two thousand pounds
behind him, but would decide to serve out his week in jail, and
issued forth on Mr. Fogg’s traces. That gentleman took a
carriage, and the party were soon landed on one of the quays.

The “ Rangoon” was moored half a mile off in the harbour,
its signal of departure hoisted at the mast-head. . Eleven
o’clock was striking ; Mr. Fogg was an hour in advance of time.
Fix saw them leave the carriage and push off in a boat for the
steamer, and stamped his feet with disappointment.

“The rascal is off, after all !” he exclaimed. ‘“ Two thousand
pounds sacrificed! He’s as prodigal asathief! I'll followhim
to the end of the world if necessary ; but at the rate he is going
on, the stolen money will soon be exhausted.”

The detective was not far wrong in making this conjecture.
Since leaving London, what with travelling expenses, bribes,
the purchase. of the elephant, bails, and fines, Mr. Fogg had
already spent more than five thousand pounds on the way, and
the percentage of the sum recovered from the bank robber,
promised to the detectives, was rapidly diminishing,

CHAPTER XVI.

IN WHICH FIX DOES NOT SEEM TO UNDERSTAND IN THE
LEAST WHAT IS SAID TO HIM.

THE “Rangoon”—one of the Peninsular and Oriental Com-
pany’s boats plying in the Chinese and Japanese seas—was a
screw steamer, built of iron, weighing about seventeen hundred
and seventy tons, and with engines of four hundred horse-power.
She was as fast, but not-as well fitted up, as the “ Mongolia,”
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and Aouda was not as comfortably provided for on board of her
as Phileas Fogg could have wished. However, the trip from
Calcutta to Hong Kong only comprised some three thousand
five hundred miles, occupying from ten to twelve days, and the
young woman was not difficult to please.

During the first days of the journey Aouda became better
acquainted with her protector, .and constantly gave evidence of
her deep gratitude for what he had done. The phlegmatic
gentleman listened to her, apparently at least, with coldness,
neither his voice nor his manner betraying the slightest emotion;
but he seemed to be always on the watch that nothing should be
wanting to Aouda’s comfort. He visited her regularly each day
at certain hours, not so much to talk himself as to sit and hear
her talk. He treated her with the strictest politeness, but with
the precision of an automaton, the movements of which had
been arranged for this purpose. Aouda did not quite know
what to make of him, though Passepartout had given her some
hints of his master’s eccentricity, and made her smile by telling
her of the wager which was sending him round the world.
After all, she owed Phileas Fogg her life, and she always
regarded him through the exalting medium of her gratitude.

Aouda confirmed the Parsee guide’s narrative of her touching
history. She did, indeed, belong to the highest of the native
races of India. Many of the Parsee merchants have made
great fortunes there by dealing in cotton ; and one of them, Sir
Jametsee Jeejeebhoy, was made a baronet by the English
government. Aouda was a relative of this great. man, and it
was his cousin, Jeejeeh, whom she hoped to join at Hong Kong.
Whether she would find a protector in him she could not tell ;
but Mr. Fogg essayed to calm her anxieties, and to assure her
that everything would be mathematically—he used the very
word—arranged. Aouda fastened her great eyes, “clear as the
sacred lakes of the Himalaya,” upon him; but the intractable
Fogg, as reserved as ever, did not seem at all inclined to throw
himself into this lake.

The first few-days of the voyage passed prosper dusty, amid
favourable weather and propitious winds, and they soon came
in sight of the great Andaman, the principal of the islands in
the Bay of Bengal, with its picturesque Saddle Peak, two
thousand four hundred feet high, looming above the waters.
The steamer passed along near the shores, but the savage
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Papuans, who are in the lowest scale of humanity, but are
not, as has been asserted, cannibals, did not make their

appearance.
The panorama of the islands, as they steamed by them, was

superb. Vast forests of palms, arecs, bamboo, teakwood, of
the gigantic mimosa, and tree-like ferns covered the foreground,
while behind, the graceful outlines of the mountains were traced
against the sky; and along the coasts swarmed by thousands
the precious swallows whose nests furnish a luxurious dish to
the tables of the Celestial Empire. The varied landscape
afforded by the Andaman Islands was soon passed, however,
and the “ Rangoon” rapidly approached the Straits of Malacca,
which give access to the China seas.

What was detective Fix, so unluckily drawn on from country
to country, doing all this while? He had managed to embark
on the “ Rangoon” at Calcutta without being seen by Passe-
partout, after leaving orders that, if the warrant should arrive,
it should be forwarded to him at Hong Kong; and he hoped to
conceal his presence to the end of the voyage. It would have
been difficult to explain why he was on board without awaking
Passepartout’s suspicions, who thought him still at Bombay.
But necessity impelled him, nevertheless, to renew his acquain-
tance with the worthy servant, as will be seen.

All the detective’s hopes and wishes were now centred on
Hong Kong; for the steamer’s stay at Singapore would be too
brief to enable him to take any steps there. The arrest must
be made at Hong Kong, or the robber would probably escape
him for ever. Hong Kong was the last English ground on
which he would set foot; beyond, China, Japan, Americe
offered to Fogg an almost certain refuge. If the warrant shoulc
at last make its appearance at Hong Kong, Fix could arrest
him and give him into the hands of the local police, and there
would be no further trouble. But beyond Hong Kong, a simple
warrant would be of no avail; an extradition warrant would be
necessary, and that would result in delays and obstacles, of
which the rascal would take advantage to elude justice.

Fix thought over these probabilities during the long hours
‘which he spent in his cabin, and kept repeating to himself,
“ Now, either the warrant will be at Hong Kong, in which case
I shall arrest my man, or it will not be there; and this time it
is absolutely necessary that I should delay his departure. I

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have failed at Bombay, and I have failed at Calcutta: if I fail
at Hong Kong, my reputation is lost. Cost what it may, I mst
succeed! But how shall I prevent his departure, if that should
turn out to be my last resource ?”

Fix made up his mind that, if worst came to worst, he would
make a confidant of Passepartout, and tell him what kind of a
fellow his master really was. That Passepartout was not Foge’s
accomplice, he was very certain. The servant, enlightened by
his disclosure, and afraid of being himself implicated in the
crime, would doubtless become an ally of the detective. But
this method was a dangerous one, only to be employed when
everything else had failed. A word from Passepartout to his
master would ruin all. The detective was therefore in a sore
strait. But suddenly a new idea struck him. The presence
of Aouda on the “ Rangoon,” in company with Phileas Fogg,
gave him new material for reflection.

Who was this woman? What combination of events had
made her Fogg’s travelling companion? They had evidently
met somewhere between Bombay and Calcutta; but where?
Had they met accidentally, or had Fogg gone into the interior
purposely in quest of this charming damsel? Fix was fairly
puzzled. He asked himself whether there had not been a wicked
elopement ; and this idea so impressed itself upon his mind
that he determined to make use of the supposed intrigue.
Whether the young woman were married or not, he would be
able to create such difficulties for Mr. Fogg at Hong Kong, that
he could not escape by paying any amount of money.

But could he even wait till they reached Hong Kong? Fogg
had an abominable way of jumping from one boat to another,
and, before anything could be effected, might get full under
weigh again for Yokohama.

Fix decided that he must warn the English authorities, and
signal the “ Rangoon ” before her arrival. This was easy to do,
since the steamer stopped at Singapore, whence there is a tele-
graphic wire to Hong Kong. He finally resolved, moreover,
before acting more positively, to question Passepartout. It
would not be difficult to make him talk; and, as there was no
time to lose, Fix prepared to make himself known.

It was now the 30th of October, and on the following day the
* Rangoon” was due at Singapore.

Fix emerged from his cabin and went on deck. Passepartout
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was promenading up and down in the forward part of the
steamer. The detective rushed forward with every appearance
of extreme surprise, and exclaimed, “You here, on the
‘Rangoon’?”

“What, Monsieur Fix, are you on board?” returned the
really astonished Passepartout, recognizing his crony of the
“ Mongolia.” “Why, I left you at Bombay, and here you are,
on the way to Hong Kong! Are you going round the world
too?”

“ No, no,” replied Fix; “T shall stop at Hong Kong—at least
for some days.”

“Hum!” said Passepartout, who seemed for an instant per-
plexed. But howis it I have not seen you on board since we
left Calcutta?”

“ Oh, a trifle of sea-sickness,—I’ve been staying in my Sah:
The Gulf of Bengal does not agree with me as well as the
Indian Ocean. And how is Mr. Fogg?”

“As well and as punctual as ever, not a day behind time!
But, Monsieur Fix, you don’t know that we have a young lady
with us.”

“A young lady ?” replied the detective, not seeming to com-
prehend what was said.

Passepartout thereupon recounted Aouda’s history, the affair
at the Bombay pagoda, the purchase of the elephant for two
thousand pounds, the rescue, the arrest and sentence of the
Calcutta court, and the restoration of Mr. Fogg and himself to
liberty on bail. Fix, who was familiar with the last events,
seemed to be equally ignorant of all that Passepartout related ;
and the latter was charmed to find so interested a listener.

“But does your master propose to carry this young woman to
Europe ?”

“Not at all, We are simply going to place her under the
protection of one of her relatives, a rich merchant at Hong
Kong.”

“ Nothing to be done there,” said Fix to iiimsele concealing
his disappointment. “A glass of gin, Mr. Passepartout? 2”

“Willingly, Monsieur Fix. We must at least have a friendly
glass on board the ‘ Rangoon.”

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CHAPTER XVII.

SHOWING WHAT HAPPENED ON THE VOYAGE FROM SINGAPORE
TO HONG KONG.

THE detective and Passepartout met often on deck after this
interview, though Fix was reserved and did not attempt to
induce his companion to divulge any more facts concerning Mr,
Fogg. He caught a glimpse of that mysterious gentleman o1.ce
or twice ; but Mr. Fogg usually confined himself to the cabin,
where he kept Aouda company, or, according to his inveterate
habit, took a hand at whist.

Passepartout began very seriously to conjecture what strange
chance kept Fix still on the route that his master was pursuing.
It was really worth considering why this certainly very amiable
and complacent person, whom he had first met at Suez, had
then encountered on board the “ Mongolia,” who disembarked
at Bombay, which he announced as his destination, and now
turned up so unexpectedly on the “ Rangoon,” was following
Mr. Fogg’s tracks step by step. What was Fix’s object?
Passepartout was ready to wager his Indian shoes—which he
religiously preserved—that Fix would also leave Hong Kong
at the same time with them, and probably on the same
steamer. ;

Passepartout might have cudgelled his brain for a century
without hitting upon the real object which the detective had in
view. He never could have imagined that Phileas Fogg was
being tracked as a robber around the globe. But as it is in
human nature to attempt the solution of every mystery, Passe-
partout suddenly discovered an explanation of Fix’s movements,
which was in truth far from unreasonable. Fix, he thought,
could only be an agent of Mr. Fogg’s friends at the Reform
Club, sent to follow him up, and to ascertain that he really went
round the world as‘had been agreed upon.

“It’s clear !” repeated the worthy servant to himself, proud
of his shrewdness. “He’s a spy sent to keep us in yiew!
That isn’t quite the thing, either, to be spying Mr. Fogg, who
is so honourable a man! Ah, gentlemen of the Reform, this
shall cost you dear!”

Passepartout, enchanted with his discovery, resolved to say
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nothing to his master, lest he should be justly offended at this
mistrust on the part of his adversaries. But he determined to
chaff Fix, when he had the chance, with mysterious allusions,
which, however, need not betray his real suspicions.

During the afternoon of Wednesday, October 30th, the
“ Rangoon” entered the Strait of Malacca, which separates the
peninsula of that name from Sumatra. The mountainous and
craggy islets intercepted the beauties of this noble island from
the view of the travellers. The “Rangoon” weighed anchor at
Singapore the next day at four a.m., to receive coal, having
gained half a day on the prescribed time of her arrival.
Phileas Fogg noted this gain in his journal, and then, accom-
panied by Aouda, who betrayed a desire for a walk on shore,
disembarked.

Fix, who suspected Mr. Fogg’s every movement, followed
them cautiously, without being himself perceived ; while Passe-
partout, laughing in his sleeve at Fix’s manceuvres, went about
his usual errands.

The island of Singapore is not imposing in aspect, for there
are no mountains ; yet its appearance is not without attractions.
It is a park checkered by pleasant highways and avenues. A
handsome carriage, drawn by a sleek pair of New Holland
horses, carried Phileas Fogg and Aouda into the midst of rows
of palms with brilliant foliage, and of clove-trees whereof the
cloves form the heart of a half-open flower. Pepper plants re-
placed the prickly hedges of European fields; sago-bushes, large
ferns with gorgeous branches, varied the aspect of this tropical
clime ; while nutmeg-trees in full foliage filled the air with a
penetrating perfume. Agile and grinning bands of monkeys
skipped about in the trees, nor were tigers wanting in the
jungles.

After a drive of two hours through the country, Aouda and
Mr. Fogg returned to the town, which is a vast collection of
heavy-looking, irregular houses, surrounded by charming
gardens rich in tropical fruits and plants ; and at ten o’clock
they re-embarked, closely followed by the detective, who had
kept them constantly in sight.

Passepartout, who had been purchasing several dozen mangoes
—a fruit as large as good-sized apples, of a dark brown colour
outside and a bright red within, and whose white pulp, melting
in the mouth, affords gourmands a delicious sensation—was
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waiting for them on deck. He was only too glad to offer some
mangoes to Aouda, who thanked him very gracefully for them.

At eleven o’clock the “Rangoon” rode out of Singapore
harbour, and in a few hours the high mountains of Malacca,
with their forests inhabited by the most beautifully-furred tigers
in the world, were lost to view. Singapore is distant some
thirteen hundred miles from the island of Hong Kong, which is
a little English colony near the Chinese coast. Phileas Fogg
hoped to accomplish the journey in six days, so as to be in time
for the steamer which would leave on the 6th of November for
Yokohama, the principal Japanese port.

The “Rangoén” had a large quota of passengers, many of
whom disembarked at Singapore, among them a number of
Indians, Ceylonese, Chinamen, Malays, and Portuguese, mostly
second-class travellers.

The weather, which had hitherto been fine, changed with the
last quarter of the moon. The sea rolled heavily, and the wind
at intervals rose almost to a storm, but happily blew from the
south-west, and thus aided the steamer’s progress. The captain
as often as possible put up his sails, and under the double action
of steam and sail, the vessel made rapid progress along the
coasts of Anam and Cochin China. Owing to the defective
construction of the “ Rangoon,” however, unusual precautions
became necessary in unfavourable weather ; but the loss of time
which resulted from this cause, while it nearly drove Passepartout
out of his senses, did not seem to affect his master in the least.
Passepartout blamed the captain, the engineer, and the crew,
and consigned all who were connected with the ship to the land
where the pepper grows. Perhaps the thought of the gas, which
was remorselessly burning at his expense in Saville Row, had
something to do with his hot impatience.

“You are in a great hurry, then,” said Fix to him one day,
“to reach Hong Kong?”

“ A very great hurry !”

“Mr. Fogg, 1 suppose, is anxious to catch the steamer for
Yokohama ?”

“ Terribly anxious.”

“You believe in this journey around the world, then ?”

“ Absolutely. Don’t you, Mr. Fix?” .

“TI? JI don’t believe a word of it.”

“You're a sly dog!” said Passepartout, winking at him,
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This expression rather disturbed Fix, without his knowing
why. _Had the Frenchman guessed his real purpose? He knew
not what to think. But how could Passepartout have discovered
that he was a detective? Yet, in speaking as he did, the man
evidently meant more than he expressed.

Passepartout went still further the next day; he could not
hold: his tongue. ,

“Mr. Fix,” said he, in a bantering tone; “shall we be so un-
fortunate as to lose you when we get to Hong Kong?”

“Why,” responded Fix, a little embarrassed, “I don’t know ;
perhaps—”

“ Ah, if you would only go on with us! An agent of the
Peninsular Company, you know, can’t stop on the way! You
were only going to Bombay, and here you are in China.
America is not far off, and from America to Europe is only a
step.”

Fix looked intently at his companion, whose countenance was
as serene as possible, and laughed with him. But Passepartout
persisted in chaffing him by asking him if he made much by his
present occupation.

“Yes, and no,” returned Fix; “there is good and bad luck in
such things. But you must understand that I don’t travel at
my own expense.” ;

“Oh, I am quite sure of that !” cried Passepartout, laughing
heartily.

Fix, fairly puzzled, descended to his cabin and gave himself
up to his reflections. He was evidently suspected ; somehow
or other the Frenchman had found out that he was a detective.
But had he told his master? What part was he playing in all
this: was he an accomplice or not? Was the game, then, up ?
Fix spent several hours turning these things over in his mind,
sometimes thinking that all was lost, then persuading himself
that Fogg was ignorant of his presence, and then undecided
what course it was best to take.

Nevertheless, he preserved his coolness of mind, and at last
resolved to deal plainly with Passepartout. If he did not find
it practicable to arrest Fogg at Hong Kong, and if Fogg made
preparations to leave that last foothold of English territory, he,
Fix, would tell Passepartout all, Either the servant was the
accomplice of his master, and in this case the master knew of
his operations, and he should fail; or else the servant knew
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nothing about the robbery, and then his interest would be to
abandon the robber.

Such was the situation between Fix and Passepartout. Mean-
while Phileas Fogg moved about above them in the most majestic
and unconscious indifference. He was passing methodically in
his orbit around the world, regardless of the lesser stars which
gravitated around him. Yet there was near by what the astro-
nomers would call a disturbing star, which might have produced
an agitation in this gentleman’s heart. But no! the charms of
Aouda failed to act, to Passepartout’s great surprise; and the
disturbances, if they existed, would have been more difficult to
calculate than those of Uranus which led to the discovery of
Neptune.

It was every day an increasing wonder to Passepartout, who
read in Aouda’s eyes the depths of her gratitude to his master.
Phileas Fogg, though brave and gallant, must be, he thought,
quite heartless. As to the sentiment which this journey might
have awakened in him, there was clearly no trace of such a
thing ; while poor Passepartout existed in perpetual reveries.

One day he was leaning on the railing of the engine-room, and
was observing the engine, when a sudden pitch of the steamer
threw the screw out of the water. The steam came hissing out
of the valves ; and this made Passepartout indignant.

“The valves are not sufficiently charged!” he exclaimed.
“We are not going. Oh, these English! If this was an
American craft, we should blow up. perhaps, but we should. at
all events go faster !”

CHAPTER XVIII.

IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG, PASSEPARTOUT, AND FIX GO EACH
ABOUT HIS BUSINESS,

THE weather was bad during the latter days of the voyage.
The wind, obstinately remaining in the north-west, blew a gale,
and retarded the steamer. The “Rangoon” rolled heavily, and
the passengers became impatient of the long, monstrous waves
which the wind raised before their path. A sort of tempest
arose on the 3rd of November, the squall knocking the vessel
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about with fury, and the waves running high. The “ Rangoon”
reefed all her sails, and even the rigging proved too much,
whistling and shaking amid the squall. The steamer was forced
to proceed slowly, and the captain estimated that she would
reach Hong Kong twenty hours behind time, and more if the
storm lasted.

Phileas Fogg gazed at the tempestuous sea, which seemed
to be struggling especially to delay him, with his habitual
tranquillity. He never changed countenance for an instant,
though a delay of twenty hours, by making him too late for the
Yokohama boat, would almost inevitably cause the loss of the
wager. But this man of nerve manifested neither impatience
nor annoyance ; it seemed as if the storm were a part of his
programme, and had been foreseen. Aouda was amazed to
find him as calm as he had been from the first time she saw
him.

Fix did not look at the state of things in the same light. The
storm greatly pleased him. His satisfaction would. have been
complete had the “ Rangoon” been forced to retreat before the
violence of wind and waves. Each delay filled him with hope,
for it became more and more probable that Fogg would be
obliged to remain some days at Hong Kong; and now the
heavens themselves became his allies, with the gusts and squalls.
It mattered not that they made him sea-sick—he made no
account of this inconvenience; and whilst his body was
writhing under their effects, his spirit bounded with hopeful
exultation.

Passepartout was enraged beyond expression by the unpro-
pitious weather. Everything had gone so well tillnow! Earth
and sea had seemed to be at his master’s service ; steamers and
railways obeyed him; wind and steam united to speed his
journey. Had the hour of adversity come? Passepartout was
as much excited as if the twenty thousand pounds were to come
from his own pocket. The storm exasperated -him, the gale
made him furious, and he longed to lash the obstinate sea into
obedience. Poor fellow! Fix carefully concealed from him his
own’ satisfaction, for, had he betrayed it, Passepartout could
scarcely have restrained himself from personal violence.

Passepartout remained on deck as long as the tempest lasted,
being unable to remain quiet below, and taking it into his head
to aid the progress of the ship by lending a hand with the crew.
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He overwhelmed the captain, officers, and sailors, who could
not help laughing at his impatience, with all sorts of questions.
He wanted to know exactly how long the storm was going to
last ; whereupon he was referred to the barometer, which seemed
to have no intention of rising. Passepartout shook it, but with
no perceptible effect ; for neither shaking nor maledictions could
prevail upon it to change its mind.

On ‘the 4th, however, the sea became more calm, and the
storm lessened its violence ; the wind veered southward, and
was once more favourable. Passepartout cleared up with the
weather. Some of the sails were unfurled, and the “Rangoon”
resumed its most rapid speed. The time lost could not, how-
ever, be regained. Land was not signalled until five o’clock on
the- morning of the 6th; -the steamer was due on the 5th.
Phileas Fogg was twenty-four hours behindhand, and the Yoko-
hama steamer would of course be missed.

The pilot went on board at six, and took his place on the
bridge, to guide the “ Rangoon” through the channels to the
port of Hong Kong. Passepartout longed to ask him if the
steamer had left for Yokohama; but he dared not, for he wished
to preserve the spark of hope which still remained till the last
moment. He had confided his anxiety to Fix, who—the sly
rascal !—tried to console him by saying that Mr. Fogg would
be in time if he took the next boat ; but this only put Passe-
partout in a passion.

‘Mr. Fogg, bolder than his servant, did not hesitate to approach
the pilot, and tranquilly ask him if he knew when a steamer
would leave Hong Kong for Yokohama.

“ At high tide to-morrow morning,” answered the pilot.

“ Ah!” said Mr. Fogg, without betraying any-astonishment.

Passepartout, who heard what passed, would: willingly have
embraced the pilot, while Fix would have been glad to twist his
neck.

“What is the steamer’s name?” asked Mr. Fogg.

“The ‘ Carnatic.”

“ Ought she not to have gone yesterday ?”

“ Yes, sir ; but they had to repair one of her boilers, and so
her departure was postponed till to-morrow.”

“Thank you,” returned Mr, Fogg, descending mathematically
to the saloon.

Passepartout clasped the pilot’s hand and shook it heartily
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in his delight, exclaiming, “Pilot, you are the best of good
fellows :”

The pilot probably does not know to this day why his
responses won him this enthusiastic greeting. He remounted
the bridge, and guided the steamer through the flotilla of junks,
tankas, and fishing-boats which crowd the harbour of Hong
Kong. ;

At one o’clock the “Rangoon” was at the quay, and the
passengers were going ashore.

Chance had strangely favoured Phileas Fogg, for, had not
the “ Carnatic” been forced to lie over for repairing her boilers,
she would have left on the 6th of November, and the passengers
for Japan would have been obliged to await for a week the
sailing of the next steamer. Mr. Fogg was, it is true, twenty-
four hours behind his time ; but this could not seriously imperil
the remainder of his tour.

The steamer which crossed the Pacific from Yokohama to
San Francisco made a direct connexion with that from Hong
Kong, and it could not sail until the latter reached Yokohama;
and if Mr. Fogg was twenty-four hours late on reaching Yoko-
hama, this time would no doubt be easily regained in the voyage
of twenty-two days across the Pacific. He found himself, then,
about twenty-four hours behindhand, thirty-five days after
leaving London.

The “ Carnatic” was announced to leave Hong Kong at five
the next morning. Mr. Fogg had sixteen hours in which to
attend to his business there, which was to deposit Aouda safely
with her wealthy relative.

On landing, he conducted her to a palanquin, in which they
repaired to the Club Hotel. A room was engaged for the young
woman, and Mr.‘Fogg, after seeing that she wanted for nothing,
set out in search of her cousin Jejeeh. He instructed Passe-
partout to remain at the hotel until his return, that Aouda
might not be left entirely alone.

Mr. Fogg repaired to the Exchange, where, he did not doubt,
every one would know so wealthy and considerable a personage
as the Parsee merchant. Meeting a broker, he made the
inquiry, to learn that Jejeeh had left China two years before,
and, retiring from business with an immense fortune, had taken
up his residence in Europe—in Holland, the broker thought,
with the merchants of which country he had principally traded.
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Phileas Fogg returned to the hotel, begged a moment’s con-
versation with Aouda, and, without more ado, apprised her that
Jejeeh was no longer at Hong Kong, but probably in Holland.

Aouda at first said nothing. She passed her hand across her
forehead, and reflected a few moments. Then, in her sweet,
soft voice, she said, “ What ought I do, Mr. Fogg?”

“Tt is very simple,” responded the gentleman. “Go on to
Europe.” ;

“But I cannot intrude—”

“You do not intrude, nor do you in the least embarrass my
project. Passepartout !”

“ Monsieur.” 7

“Go to the ‘ Carnatic,’ and engage three cabins.”

Passepartout, delighted that the young woman, who was very
gracious to him, was going to continue the journey with them,
went off at a brisk gait to obey his master’s order.

CHAPTER XIX.

IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT TAKES A TOO GREAT INTEREST IN
HIS MASTER, AND WHAT COMES OF IT.

Hone Kong is an island which came into the possession of
the English by the treaty of Nankin, after the war of 1842; and
the colonizing genius of the English has created upon it an
important city and an excellent port. The island is situated at
the mouth of the Canton River, and is separated by about sixty
miles from the Portuguese town of Macao, on the opposite coast.
Hong Kong has beaten Macao in the struggle for the Chinese
trade, and now the greater part of the transportation of Chinese
goods finds its depét at the former place. Docks, hospitals,
wharves, a Gothic cathedral, a government house, macadamized
streets give to Hong Kong the appearance of a town in Kent or
Surrey transferred by some strange magic to the antipodes. .
Passepartout wandered, with his hands in his pockets, towards
the Victoria port, gazing as he went at the curious palanquins
and other modes of conveyance, and the groups of Chinese,
Japanese, and Europeans who passed to and fro in the streets,
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Hong Kong seemed to him not unlike Bombay, Calcutta, and
Singapore, since, like them, it betrayed everywhere the evidence
of English supremacy. At the Victoria port he found a confused
mass of ships of all nations, English, French, American, and
Dutch, men-of-war and trading vessels, Japanese and Chinese
junks, sempas, tankas, and flower-boats, which formed so many
floating parterres. Passepartout noticed in the crowd a number
of the natives who seemed very old and were dressed in yellow.
On going into a barber’s to get shaved, he learned that these
ancient men were all at least eighty years old, at which age they
are permitted to wear yellow, which is the Imperial colour.
Passepartout, without exactly knowing why, thought this very
funny.

On reaching the quay where they were to embark on the
“Carnatic,” he was not astonished to find Fix walking up and
down. The detective seemed very much Cinbee and dis-
appointed.

“This is bad,” muttered Passepartout, “ for the gentlemen ae
the Reform Club! 1” He accosted Fix with a merry smile, as if
he had not perceived that gentleman’s chagrin. The detective
had, indeed, good reasons to inveigh against the bad luck which
pursued him. The warrant had not come! It was certainly
on the way, but as certainly it could not now reach Hong Kong
for several days; and this being the last English territory on
Mr. Fogg’s route, the robber would escape, unless he could
manage to detain him.

“‘Well, Monsieur Fix,” said Passepartout, “have you decided
to go on with us as far as America?”

“Yes,” returned Fix, through his set teeth.

“Good!” exclaimed Passepartout, laughing heartily. “I
knew you could not persuade yourself to separate from us. Come
and engage your berth.”

They entered the steamer office and secured cabins for-four
persons. The clerk, as he gave them the tickets, informed. them
that, the repairs on the “ Carnatic” having been completed, the
steamer would leave that very evening, and not next morning,
as had been announced.

“That will suit my master all the better,” said Passepartout.
“T will go and let him know.”

Fix now decided to make a bold move; he resolved to tell
Passepartout all, It seemed to be the only possible means of
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keeping Phileas Fogg several days longer at Hong Kong. He
accordingly invited his companion into a tavern which caught
his eye on the quay. On entering, they found themselves in a
large room handsomely decorated, at the end of which was a
large camp-bed furnished with cushions. Several persons lay
upon this bed in a deep sleep. At the small tables which were
arranged about the room some thirty customers were drinking
English beer, porter, gin, and brandy ; smoking, the while, long
red clay pipes stuffed with little balls of opium mingled with
essence of rose. From time to time one of the smokers, over-
come with the narcotic, would slip under the table, whereupon
the waiters, taking him by the head and feet, carried and laid
him upon the bed. The bed already supported twenty of these
stupefied sots.

Fix and Passepartout saw that they were in a smoking-house
haunted by those wretched, cadaverous, idiotic creatures, to
whom the English merchants sell every year the miserable drug
called opium, to the amount of one million four hundred thousand
pounds—thousands devoted to one of the most despicable vices
which afflict humanity! The Chinese government has in vain
attempted to deal with the evil by stringent laws. It passed
gradually from the rich, to whom it was at first exclusively
reserved, to the lower classes, and then its ravages could not be
arrested. Opium is smoked everywhere, at all times, by men
and women, in the Celestial Empire; and, once accustomed to
it, the victims cannot dispense with it, except by suffering
horrible bodily contortions and agonies. A great smoker can
smoke as many as eight pipes a day ; but he dies in five years.
It was in one of these dens that Fix and Passépartout, in search
of a friendly glass, found themselves. Passepartout had no
money, but willingly accepted Fix’s invitation, in the hope of
returning the obligation at some future time.

They ordered two bottles of port, to which the Frenchman
did ample justice, whilst Fix observed him with close attention.
They chatted about the journey, and Passepartout was especially
merry at the idea that Fix was going to continue it with them.
When the bottles were empty, however, he rose to go and tell
his master of the change in the time of the sailing of the
“Carnatic.” 7

Fix caught him by the arm, and said, “ Wait a moment.”

“What for, Mr. Fix?”
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“T want to have a serious talk with you.”

“A serious talk!” cried Passepartout, drinking up the little
wine that was left in the bottom of his glass. “ Well, we'll talk
about it to-morrow ; I haven’t time now.”

“ Stay! What I have to say concerns your master.”

Passepartout, at this, looked attentively at his companion.
Fix’s face seemed to have a singular expression. He resumed
his seat.

“What is it that you have to say ?”

Fix placed his hand upon Passepartout’s arm and, lowering
his voice, said, ‘‘ You have guessed who I am?”

“ Parbleu !” said Passepartout, smiling.

“Then I’m going to tell you everything—”

“Now that I know everything, my friend! Ah! that’s very
good. But go on, go on. First, though, let me tell you that
those gentlemen have put themselves to a useless expense.”

“Useless!” said Fix. “You speak confidently. It’s clear
that you don’t know how large the sum is.”

“Of course I do,” returned Passepartout. “ Twenty thousand
pounds.”

“ Fifty-five thousand !” answered Fix, pressing his companion’s
hand.

“What !” cried the Frenchman. “ Has Monsieur Foge darcd
fifty-five thousand pounds! Well, there’s all the more reason
for not losing an instant,” he continued, getting up hastily.

Fix pushed Passepartout back in his chair, and resumed:
“ Fifty-five thousand pounds; and if I succeed, I get two
thousand pounds. If you'll help me, I’ll let you have five
hundred of them.”

“Help your” cried Passepartout, whose eyes were standing
wide open.

“Yes; help me keep Mr. Fogg here for two or three days.”

“Why, what are you saying? Those gentlemen are not
satisfied with following my master and suspecting his honour,
but they must try to put obstacles in his way? I blush for
them !”

“What do you mean?”

“T mean that it is a piece of shameful trickery. They might
as well waylay Mr. Fogg and put his money in their pockets !”

“That’s just what we count on doing.”

“It’s a conspiracy, then,” cried Passepartout, who became
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more and more excited as the liquor mounted in his head, for
he drank without perceiving it. “A real conspiracy! And
gentlemen, too. Bah!” :

Fix began to be puzzled.

“Members of the Reform Club!” continued Passepartout.
“You must know, Monsieur Fix, that my master is an honest
man, and that, when he makes a wager, he tries to win it fairly !”

“But who do you think I am?” asked Fix, looking at him
intently.

“Parbleu! An agent of the members of the Reform Club,
sent out here to interrupt my master’s journey. But, though I
found you out some time ago, I’ve taken good care to say nothing
about it to Mr. Fogg.” oe

“He knows nothing, then ?”

“ Nothing,” replied Passepartout, again emptying his glass:

The detective passed his hand across his forehead, hesitating
before he spoke again. What should he do? Passepartout’s
mistake seemed sincere, but it made his design more difficult.
It was evident that the servant was not the master’s accomplice,
as Fix had been inclined to suspect.

“ Well,” said the detective to himself, “as he is not an accom-
plice, he will help me.”

He had no time to lose: Fogg must be detained at Hong
Kong; so he resolved to make a clean breast of it.

“ Listen to me,” said Fix abruptly. “Iam not, as you think,
an agent of the members of the Reform Club—”

“Bah !” retorted Passepartout, with an air of raillery.

“T am a police detective, sent out here by the London office.”

“You, a detective?”

“J will prove it. Here is my commission.”

Passepartout was speechless with astonishment when Fix
displayed this document, the genuineness of which could not be
doubted.

“ Mr. Fogg’s wager,” resumed Fix, “is only a pretext, of which
you and the gentlemen of the Reform are dupes. He hada
motive for securing your innocent complicity.”

“But why ?”

“Listen. On the 28th of last September a robbery of fifty-five
thousand pounds was committed at the Bank of England by a
person whose description was fortunately secured. Here is this
description ; it answers exactly to that of Mr. Phileas Fogg.”
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“ What nonsense !” cried Passepartout, striking the table with
his fist. “ My master is the most honourable of men!”

“How can you tell? You know scarcely anything about him.
You went into his service the day he came away; and he came
away on a foolish pretext, without trunks, and carrying a large
amount in bank-notes. And yet you are bold enough to assert
that he is an honest man!”

“Yes, yes,” repeated the poor fellow mechanically.

“Would you like to be arrested as his accomplice ?”

Passepartout, overcome by what he had heard, held his head
between his hands, and did not dare to look at the detective.
Phileas Fogg, the saviour of Aouda, that brave and generous
man, a robber! And yet how many presumptions there were
against him! Passepartout essayed to reject the suspicions
which forced themselves upon his mind; he did not wish to
believe that his master was guilty.

“Well, what do you want of me?” said he, at last, with an
effort.

“See here,” replied Fix; “I have tracked Mr. Fogg to this
place, but as yet I have failed to receive the warrant of arrest
for which I sent to London. You must help me to keep him
here in Hong Kong—”

“I! But I—

“T will share with you the two-thousand-pounds reward offered
by the Bank of England.”

“ Never !” replied Passepartout, who tried to rise, but fell back,
exhausted in mind and body.

“Mr. Fix,” he stammered, “even should what you say be true
~—if my master is really the robber you are seeking for—which I
deny—I have been, am, in his service; I have seen his gene-
rosity and goodness ; and I will never betray him—not for all
the gold in the world. I come from a village where they don’t
eat that kind of bread !”

“You refuse ?

“T refuse.”

“Consider that I’ve said nothing,” said Fix; “and let us
drink.”

“Yes; let us drink!”

Passepartout felt himself yielding more and more to the effects
of the liquor. Fix, seeing that he must, at all hazards, be
separated from his master, wished to entirely overcome him.

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Some pipes full of opium lay upon the table. Fix slipped one
into Passepartout’s hand. He took it, put it between his lips, lit
it, drew several puffs, and his head, becoming heavy under the
influence of the narcotic, fell upon the table.

“ At last !” said Fix, seeing Passepartout unconscious. “ Mr.
Fogg will not be informed of the time of the ‘ Carnatic’s’ depar-
ture; and, if he is, he will have to go without this cursed
Frenchman !”

And, after paying his bill, Fix left the tavern,

CHAPTER XxX.
IN WHICH FIX COMES FACE TO FACE WITH PHILEAS FOGG,

WHILE these events were passing at the opium-house, Mr. Fogg,
unconscious of the danger he was in of losing the steamer, was
quietly escorting Aouda about the streets of the English quarter,
making the necessary purchases for the long voyage before them.
It was all very well for an Englishman like Mr. Fogg to make
the tour of the world with a carpet-bag ; a lady could not be
expected to travel comfortably under such conditions. He
acquitted his task with characteristic serenity, and invariably
replied to the remonstrances of his companion, who was confused
by his patience and generosity,—

“It is in the interest of my journey—a part of my pro-
gramme.”

The purchases made, they returned to the hotel, where they
dined at a sumptuously served zadle-ad’héte,; after which Aouda,
shaking hands with her protector after the English fashion,
retired to her room for rest. Mr. Fogg absorbed himself
throughout the evening in the perusal of the Zzmes and J/ustrated
London News. :

Had he been capable of being astonished at anything, it would
have been not to see his servant return at bed-time. But, know-
ing that the steamer was not to leave for Yokohama until the
next morning, he did not disturb himself about the matter.
When Passepartout did not appear the next morning, to answer

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his master’s bell, Mr. Fogg, not betraying the least vexation,
contented himself with taking his carpet-bag, calling Aouda, and
sending for a palanquin.

It was then eight o’clock; at half-past nine, it being then high
tide, the “ Carnatic” would leave the harbour. Mr. Fogg and
Aouda got into the palanquin, their luggage being brought after
on a wheelbarrow, and half an hour later stepped upon the quay
whence they were to embark. Mr. Fogg then learned that the
“ Carnatic” had sailed the evening before. He had expected to
find not only the steamer, but his domestic, and was forced to
give up both; but no sign of disappointment appeared on his
face, and he merely remarked to Aouda, “It is an accident,
madam; nothing more.”

At this moment, a man who had been observing him attentively
approached. It was Fix, who, bowing, addressed Mr. Fogg:
“Were you not, like me, sir, a passenger by the ‘Rangoon,’
which arrived yesterday ?”

“T was, sir,” replied Mr. Fogg coldly. “But I have not the
honour—’

“Pardon me; I thought I should find your servant here.”

“Do you know where he is, sir?” asked Aouda anxiously.

“What !” responded Fix, feigning surprise. “Is he not with
you >”

“No,” said Aouda. “He has not made his appearance since
yesterday. Could he have gone on board the ‘ Carnatic’ with-
out us?”

“Without you, madam?” answered the detective. “Excuse
me, did you intend to sail in the ‘Carnatic’ ?”

“Yes, sir.”

“So did I, madam, and I am excessively disappointed. The
‘Carnatic, its repairs being completed, left Hong Kong twelve
hours before the stated time, without any notice being given ;
and we must now wait a week for another steamer.”

As he said “a week” Fix felt his heart leap for joy.. Fogg
detained at Hong Kong a week! There would be time for the
warrant to arrive, and fortune at last favoured the representative
of the law. His horror may be imagined when he heard Mr.
Fogg say, in his placid voice, ‘But there are other vessels
besides the ‘ Carnatic,’ it seems to me, in the harbour of Hong
Kong.”

And, offering his arm to Aouda, he directed his steps toward

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the docks in search of some craft about to start. Fix, stupefied,
followed ; it seemed as if he were attached to Mr. Fogg by an
invisible thread. Chance, however, appeared really to have
abandoned the man it had hitherto served so well. For three
hours Phileas Fogg wandered about the docks, with the deter-
mination, if necessary, to charter a vessel to carry him to Yoko-
hama ; but he could only find vessels which were loading or un-
loading, and which could not therefore set sail. Fix began to
hope again. ;

But Mr. Fogg, far from being discouraged, was continuing his
search, resolved not to stop if he had to resort to Macao, when
he was accosted by a sailor on one of the wharves.

“Ts your honour looking for a boat ?”

“ Have you a boat ready to sail?”

“Yes, your honour; a pilot-boat—No. 43—the best in the
harbour.”

“ Does she go fast?”

“Between eight and nine knots the hour. Will you look at
her ?”

6c Yes.”

“Your honour will be. satisfied with her. Is it for a sea
excursion ?”

“No; for a voyage.”

“ A voyage?”

“Yes; will you agree to take me to Yokohama ?”

The sailor leaned on the railing, opened his eyes wide, and
said, “Is your honour joking ?”

“No. I have missed the ‘Carnatic? and I must get to
Yokohama by the 14th at the latest, to take the boat for San
Francisco.” -

“J am sorry,” said the sailor, “but it is impossible.”

“T offer you a hundred pounds per day, and an additional
reward of two hundred pounds if I reach Yokohama in time.”

“ Are you in earnest ?”

“Very much so.”

The pilot walked away a little distance, and gazed out to sea,
evidently struggling between the anxiety to gain a large sum and
the fear of venturing so far. Fix was in mortal suspense.

Mr. Fogg turned to Aouda and asked her, “ You would not be
afraid, would you, madam ?”

“ Not with you, Mr. Fogg,” was her answer. .
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The pilot now returned, shuffling his hat in his hands.

“Well, pilot?” said Mr. Fogg.

“Well, your honour,” replied he, “I could not risk myself, my
men, or my little boat of scarcely twenty tons on so long a
voyage at this time of year. Besides, we could not reach
Yokohama in time, for it is sixteen hundred and sixty miles from
Hong Kong.”

“ Only sixteen hundred,” said Mr. Fogg.

“It’s the same thing.”

Fix breathed more freely.

“But,” added the pilot, “it might be arranged another
way.”

Fix ceased to breathe at all.

“How?” asked Mr. Fogg.

“By going to Nagasaki, at the extreme south of Japan, or
.ven to Shanghai, which is only eight hundred miles from here.
In going to Shanghai we should not be forced to sail wide of the
Chinese coast, which would bea great advantage, as the currents
run northward, and would aid us.”

“Pilot,” said Mr. Fogg, “I must take the American steamer
at Yokohama, and not Shanghai or Nagasaki.”

“Why not?” returned the pilot. “The San Francisco steamer
does not start from Yokohama. It puts in at Yokohama and
Nagasaki, but it starts from Shanghai.”

“You are sure of that ?”

“ Perfectly.”

“ And when does the boat leave Shanghai?”

“On the 11th, at seven in the evening. We have, therefore,
four days before us, that is ninety-six hours ; and in that time, if
we had good luck and a south-west wind, and the sea was calm
we could make those eight hundred miles to Shanghai.”

_ “And you could go—

“Tn an hour ; as soon as provisions could be got aboard, and
the sails put up.”

“Itis a bargain. Are you the master of the boat?”

“Yes; John Bunsby, master of the ‘Tankadere.’”

“Would you like some earnest-money ?”

“Tf it would not put your honour out—”

“Here are two hundred pounds on account. Sir,” added
Phileas Fogg, turning to Fix, “if you would like to take
advantage—”
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“Thanks, sir; I was about to ask the favour.”

“Very well. tn half an hour we shall go on board.”

“But poor Passepartout ?” urged Aouda, who was much dis-
turbed by the servant's disappearance. /

“T shall do all I can to find him,” replied Phileas Fogg.

While Fix, in a feverish, nervous state, repaired to the pilot-
boat the others directed their course to the police-station at Hong
Kong. Phileas Fogg there gave Passepartout’s description, and
left a sum of money to be spent in the search forhim. The same
formalities having been gone through at the French consulate,
and the palanquin having stopped at the hotel for the luggage,
which had been sent back there, they returned to the wharf.

It was now three o’clock; and pilot-boat No. 43, with its
crew on board, and its provisions stored away, was ready for
departure.

The “ Tankadere” was a neat little craft of twenty tons, as
gracefully built as if she were a racing yacht. Her shining
copper sheathing, her galvanized iron-work, her deck, white as
ivory, betrayed the pride taken by John Bunsby in making her
presentable. Her two masts leaned a trifle backward; she
carried brigantine, foresail, storm-jib, and standing-jib, and was
well rigged for running before the wind; and she seemed capable
of brisk speed, which, indeed, she had already proved by gaining
several prizes in pilot-boat races. The crew of the “ Tanka-
dere” was composed of John Bunsby, the master, and four
hardy mariners, who were familiar with the Chinese seas. John
Bunsby, himself, a man of forty-five or thereabouts, vigorous,
sunburnt, with a sprightly expression of the eye, and energetic
and self-reliant countenance, would have inspired confidence in
the most timid.

Phileas Fogg and Aouda went on board, where they found
Fix already installed. Below deck was a square cabin, of which
the walls bulged out in the form of cots, above a circular divan ;
in the centre was a table provided with a swinging lamp. The
accommodation was confined, but neat.

“Tam sorry to have nothing better to offer you,” said Mr. Fogg
to Fix, who bowed without responding.

The detective had a feeling akin to humiliation in profiting by
the kindness of Mr. Fogg.

“It’s certain,” thought he, “though rascal as he is, he is a
polite one!”
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The sails and the English flag were hoisted at ten minutes
past three. Mr. Fogg and Aouda, who were seated on deck,
cast a last glance at the quay, in the hope of espying Passepar-
tout. Fix was not without his fears lest chance should direct
the steps of the unfortunate servant, whom he had so badly
treated, in this direction; in which case an explanation the
reverse of satisfactory to the detective must have ensued. But
the Frenchman did not appear, and, without doubt, was still
lying under the stupefying influence of the opium.

John Bunsby, master, at length gave the order to start, and
the “ Tankadere,” taking the wind under her brigantine, foresail,
and standing-jib, bounded briskly forward over the waves. —

CHAPTER XXI.

IN WHICH THE MASTER OF THE “ TANKADERE” RUNS GREAT
RISK OF LOSING A REWARD OF TWO HUNDRED POUNDS.

THIS voyage of eight hundred miles was a perilous venture, on
acraft of twenty tons, and at that season of the year. The
Chinese seas are usually boisterous, subject to terrible gales of
wind, and especially during the equinoxes; and it was now
early November. ‘

It would clearly have been to the master’s advantage to carry
his passengers to Yokohama, since he was paid a certain sum
per day ; but he would have been rash to attempt such a voyage,
and it was imprudent even to attempt to reach Shanghai. But
John Bunsby believed in the “Tankadere,” which rode on the
waves like a seagull ; and perhaps he was not wrong.

Late in the day they passed through the capricious channels
of Hong Kong, and the “Tankadere,” impelled by favourable
winds, conducted herself admirably.

“JT do not need, pilot,” said Phileas Fogg, when they got into
the open sea, “to advise you to use all possible speed.”

“Trust me, your honour. We are carrying all the sail the
wind will let us. The poles would add nothing, and are only
used when we are going into port.”

“It’s your trade, not mine, pilot, and I confide in you.”
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Phileas Fogg, with body erect and legs wide apart, standing
like a sailor, gazed without staggering at the swelling waters.
The young woman, who was seated aft, was profoundly affected
as she looked out upon the ocean, darkening now with the
twilight, on which she had ventured in so frail a vessel. Above
her head rustled the white sails, which seemed like great white
wings. The boat, carried forward by the wind, seemed to be
flying in the air.

Night came. The moon was entering her first quarter, and
her insufficient light would soon die out in the mist on the
horizon. Clouds were rising from the east, and already overcast
a part of the heavens.

The pilot had hung out his lights, which was very necessary
in these seas crowded with vessels bound landward ; for colli-
sions are not uncommon occurrences, and, at the speed she was
going the least shock would shatter the gallant little craft.

Fix, seated in the bow, gave himself up to meditation. He
kept apart from his fellow-travellers, knowing Mr. Fogg’s
taciturn tastes ; besides, he did not quite like to talk to the man
whose favours he had accepted. He was thinking, too, of the
future. It seemed certain that Fogg would not stop at
Yokohama, but would at once take the boat for San Francisco ;
and the vast extent of America would insure him impunity and
safety. Fogg’s plan appeared to him the simplest in the world.
Instead of sailing directly from England to the United States,
like a common villain, he had traversed three quarters of the
globe, so as to gain the American continent more surely ; and
there, after throwing the police off his track, he would quietly
enjoy himself with the fortune stolen from the bank. But, once
in the United States, what should he, Fix, do? Should he
abandon this man? No,a hundred times no! Until he had
secured his extradition, he would not lose sight of him for an
hour. It was his duty, and he would fulfil it to the end. At all
events, there was one thing to be thankful for: Passepartout
was not with his master; and it was above all important, after
the confidences Fix had imparted to him, that the servant should
never have speech with his master.

Phileas Fogg was also thinking of Passepartout, who had so
strangely disappeared. Looking at the matter from every point
of view, it did not seem to him impossible that, by some
mistake, the man might have embarked on the “ Carnatic” at
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the last moment; and this was also Aouda’s opinion, who
regretted very much the loss of the worthy fellow to whom she
owed so much. They might then find him at Yokohama; for
if the “ Carnatic” was carrying him thither, it would be easy to
ascertain if he had been on board.

A brisk breeze arose about ten o’clock ; but, though it might
have been prudent to take in a reef, the pilot, after carefully
examining the heavens, let the craft remain rigged as before.
The “ Tankadere” bore sail admirably, as she drew a great
deal of water, and everything was prepared for high speed in
case of a gale.

Mr. Fogg and Aouda descended into the cabin at midnight,
having been already preceded by Fix, who had lain down on
one of the cots. The pilot and crew remained on deck all
night.

At sunrise the next day, which was November 8th, the boat
had made more than one hundred miles. The log indicated a
mean. speed of between eight and ninemiles, The “ Tankadere ”
still carried all sail, and was accomplishing her greatest capacity
of speed. Ifthe wind held as it was, the chances would be in
her favour. During the day she kept along the coast, where
the currents were favourable ; the coast, irregular in profile, and
visible sometimes across the clearings, was at most five miles
distant. The sea-was less boisterous, since the wind came off
land—a fortunate circumstance for the boat, which would suffer,
owing to its small tonnage, by a heavy surge on the sea.

The breeze subsided a little towards noon, and set in from the
south-west. The pilot put up his poles, but took them down
again within two hours, as the wind freshened up anew.

Mr. Fogg and Aouda, happily unaffected by the roughness of
the sea, ate with a good appetite, Fix being invited to share
their repast, which he accepted with secret chagrin. To travel
at this man’s expense and live upon his provisions was not
palatable to him. Still he was obliged to eat, and so he ate.

When the meal was over, he took Mr. Fogg apart, and said,
“Sir,”—this “sir” scorched his lips, and he had to control
himself to avoid collaring this “ gentleman,”—“ sir,” you have
been very kind to give me a passage on this boat. But, though
my means will not admit of my expending them as freely as
you, I must ask to pay my share—”

“Let us not speak of that, sir,” replied Mr. Fogg.
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“ But, if I insist—”

“ No, sir,” repeated Mr. Fogg, in a tone which did, not admit
ofareply. ‘This enters into my general expenses.”

Fix, as he bowed, had a stifled feeling, and going forward,,
where he ensconced himself, did not open his mouth for the rest
of the day. —

Meanwhile they were progressing famously, and John Bunsby
was in high hope. He several times assured Mr. Fogg that
they would reach Shanghai in time; to which that gentleman
responded that he counted upon it. The crew set to work in
good earnest, inspired by the reward to be gained. There was
not a sheet which was not tightened, not a sail which was not
vigorously hoisted ; not a lurch could be charged to the man at
the helm. They worked as desperately as if they were contesting
in a Royal Yacht regatta.

By evening the log showed that two hundred and. twenty
miles had been accomplished from Hong Kong, and Mr. Fogg
might hope that he would be able to reach Yokohama without
recording any delay in his journal; in which case, the only
misadventure which had overtaken him since he left London
would not seriously affect his journey.

The “Tankadere” entered the Straits of Fo-Kien, which
separate the island of Formosa from the Chinese coast, in the
small hours of the night, and crossed the Tropic of Cancer. The
sea was very rough in the straits, full of eddies formed by the
counter currents, and the chopping waves broke her monies
whilst it became very difficult to stand on deck.

At daybreak the wind began to blow hard again, and the
heavens seemed to predict a gale. The barometer announced
a speedy change, the mercury rising and falling capriciously ;
the sea also, in the south-east, raised long surges which indicated
atempest. The sun had set the evening before in a red mist,
in the midst of the phosphorescent scintillations of the ocean.

John Bunsby long examined the threatening aspect of the
heavens, muttering indistinctly between his teeth. At last he
said in alow voice to Mr. Fogg, “Shall I speak out to your
honour ?”

“Of course.”

‘Well, we are going to have a squall.”

“Ts the wind north or south?” asked Mr. Fogg quietly,

“South. Look! a typhoon is coming up.”
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* Glad it’s a typhoon from the south, for it will carry us for-
ward.”

“Oh, if you take it that way,” said John Bunsby, “T’ve
nothing more to say.” ‘John Bunsby’s suspicions were con-
firmed. At a less advanced season of the year the typhoon,
according to a famous meteorologist, would have passed away
like a luminous cascade of electric flame ; but, in the winter
equinox, it was to be feared that it would burst upon them with
great violence.

The pilot took his precautions in advance. He reefed all
sail, the pole-masts were dispensed with ; all hands went for-
ward to the bows. A single triangular sail, of strong canvas,
was hoisted as a storm-jib, so as to hold the wind from behind.
Then they waited.

John Bunsby had requested his passengers to go below; but
this imprisonment in so narrow a space, with little air, and the
boat bouncing in the gale, was far from pleasant. Neither
Mr. Fogg, Fix, nor Aouda consented to leave the deck.

The storm of rain and wind descended upon them towards
eight o’clock. With but its bit of sail, the “Tankadere” was
lifted like a feather by a wind, an idea of whose violence can
scarcely be given. To compare her speed to four times that of
a locomotive going on full steam would be below the truth.

The boat scudded thus northward during the whole day,
borne on by monstrous waves, preserving always, fortunately, a
speed equal to theirs. Twenty times she seemed almost to be
‘submerged by these mountains of water which rose behind her ;
but the adroit management of the pilot saved her. The pas-
sengers were often bathed in spray, but they submitted to it
philosophically. Fix cursed it, no doubt; but Aouda, with her
eyes fastened upon her protector, whose coolness amazed her,
showed herself worthy of him, and bravely weathered the storm.
As for Phileas Fogg, it seemed just as if the typhoon were a part
of his programme.

Up to this time the “Tankadere” had always held her course
to the north; but towards evening the wind, veering three
quarters, bore down from the north-west. The boat, now lying
in the trough of the waves, shook and rolled terribly ; the sea
struck her with fearful violence. At night the tempest increased
in violence. John Bunsby saw the approach of darkness and
the rising of the storm with dark misgivings. He thought
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awhile, and then asked his crew if it was not time to slacken
speed. After a consultation he approached Mr. Fogg, and said,
“TJ think, your honour, that we should do well to make for one
of the ports on the coast.”

“JT think so too.”

“Ah!” said the pilot. “But which one?”

“T know of but one,” returned Mr. Fogg tranquilly.

“ And that is—”

“ Shanghai.”

The pilot, at first, did not seem to comprehend; he could
scarcely realize so much determination and tenacity. Then he
cried, “ Well—yes! Your honour is right. To Shanghai !”

So the “ Tankadere” kept steadily on her northward track.

The night was really terrible; it would be a miracle if the
craft did not founder. Twice it would have been all over with
her, if the crew had not been constantly on the watch. Aouda
was exhausted, but did not utter a complaint. More than once
Mr. Fogg rushed to protect her from the violence of the
waves.

Day reappeared. The tempest still raged with undiminished
fury ; but the wind now returned to the south-east. It wasa
favourable change, and the “Tankadere” again bounded for-
ward on this mountainous sea, though the waves crossed each
other, and imparted shocks and counter-shocks which would
have crushed a craft less solidly built. From time to time the
coast was visible through the broken mist, but no vessel was in
sight. The “Tankadere” was alone upon the sea.

There were some signs of a calm at noon, and these be-
came more distinct as the sun descended toward the horizon.
The tempest had been as brief as terrific. The passengers,
thoroughly exhausted, could now eat a little, and take some
repose.

The night was comparatively quiet. Some of the sails were
again hoisted, and the speed of the boat was very good. The
next morning at dawn they espied the coast, and John Bunsby
was able to assert that they were not one hundred miles from
Shanghai. A hundred miles, and only one day to traverse
them! That very evening Mr. Fogg was due at Shanghai, if
he did not wish to miss the steamer to Yokohama. Had there
been no storm, during which several hours were lost, they would
be at this moment within thirty miles of their destination,
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The wind grew decidedly calmer, and happily the sea fell
with it. All sails were now hoisted, and at noon the “ Tanka-
dere” was within forty-five miles of Shanghai. There remained
yet six hours in which to accomplish that distance. All on
board feared that it could not be done, and every one—Phileas
Fogg, no doubt, excepted—felt his heart beat with impatience.
The boat must keep up an average of nine miles an hour, and
the wind was becoming calmer every moment! It was a
capricious breeze, coming from the coast, and after it passed the
sea became smooth. Still, the “Tankadere” was so light, and
her fine sails caught the fickle zephyrs so well, that, with the aid
of the current, John Bunsby found himself at six o’clock not
more than ten miles from the mouth of Shanghai River.
Shanghai itself is situated at least twelve miles up the stream.
At seven they were still three miles from Shanghai. The pilot
swore an angry oath ; the reward of two hundred pounds was evi-
dently on the point of escaping him. He looked at Mr. Fogg.
Mr. Fogg was perfectly tranquil ; and yet his whole fortune was
at this moment at stake.

At this moment, also, a long black funnel, crowned with
wreaths of smoke, appeared on the edge of the waters. It was
the American steamer, leaving for Yokohama at the appointed
time.

“Confound her!” cried John Bunsby, pushing back the
rudder with a desperate jerk.

“ Signal her!” said Phileas Fogg quietly.

A small brass cannon stood on the forward deck of the
“Tankadere,” for making signals in the fogs. It was loaded to
the muzzle ; but just as the pilot was about to apply a red-hot
coal to the touchhole, Mr. Fogg said, “ Hoist your flag!”

The flag was run up at halfmast, and, this being the signal of
distress, it was hoped that the American steamer, perceiving it,
would change her course a little, so as to succour the pilot-
boat.

“Fire!” said Mr. Fogg. And the booming of the little
cannon resounded in the air.
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CHAPTER XXII.

IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT FINDS OUT THAT, EVEN AT THE
ANTIPODES, IT IS CONVENIENT TO HAVE SOME MONEY
IN ONE’S POCKET.

THE “Carnatic,” setting sail from Hong Kong at half-past six
on the 7th of November, directed her course at full steam
towards Japan. She carried a large cargo and a well-filled
cabin of passengers. Two state-rooms in the rear were, how-
ever, unoccupied,—those which had been engaged by Phileas
Fogg.

The next day a passenger, with a half-stupefied eye, stagger-
ing gait, and disordered hair, was seen to emerge from the
second cabin, and to totter to a seat on deck.

It was Passepartout ; and what had happened to him was as
follows :—Shortly after Fix left the opium den, two waiters had
lifted the unconscious Passepartout, and had carried him to the
bed reserved for the smokers. Three hours later, pursued even
in his dreams by a fixed idea, the poor fellow awoke, and
struggled against the stupefying influence of the narcotic. The
thought of a duty unfulfilled shook off his torpor, and he hurried
from the abode of drunkenness. Staggering and holding him-
self up by keeping against the walls, falling down and creeping
up again, and irresistibly impelled by a kind of instinct, he kept
crying out, “The ‘ Carnatic !’ the ‘ Carnatic !’”

The steamer lay puffing alongside the quay, on the point of
starting. Passepartout had but few steps'to go; and, rushing
upon the plank, he crossed it, and fell unconscious on the deck,
just as the “Carnatic” was moving off. Several sailors, who
were evidently accustomed to this sort of scene, carried the
poor Frenchman down into the second cabin, and Passepartout
did not wake until they were one hundred and fifty miles away
from China. Thus he found himself the next morning on the
deck of the “Carnatic,” and eagerly inhaling the exhilarating
sea-breeze. The pure air sobered him. He began to collect
his senses, which he found a difficult task; but at last he
recalled the events of the evening before, Fix’s revelation, and
the opium-house.

“Tt is evident,” said he to himself, “that I have been abomi-
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nably drunk! What will Mr. Fogg say? At least I have not
missed the steamer, which is the most important thing.”

Then, as Fix occurred to him:—‘As for that rascal, I
hope we are well rid of him, and that he has not dared, as
he proposed, to follow us on board the ‘Carnatic’ A de-
tective on the track of Mr. Fogg, accused of robbing the Bank of
England! Pshaw! Mr. Fogg is no more a robber than I am
a murderer.”

Should he divulge Fix’s real errand to his master? Would it
do to tell the part the detective was playing? Would it not be
better to wait until Mr. Fogg reached London again, and then
impart to him that an agent of the metropolitan police had been
-following him round the world, and have a good laugh over it?
‘No doubt; at least, it was worth considering. The first thing
to do was to find Mr. Fogg, and apologize for his singular
behaviour.

Passepartout got up and proceeded, as well as he could with
the rolling of the steamer, to the after-deck. He saw no one
who resembled either his master or Aouda. “Good!” muttered
he; “Aouda has not got up yet, and Mr. Fogg has probably
found some partners at whist.”

He descended to the saloon. Mr. Fogg was not there.
Passepartout had only, however, to ask the purser the number
of his master’s state-room. The purser replied that he did not
know any passenger by the name of Fogg.

“JT beg your pardon,” said Passepartout persistently. “He is
a tall gentleman, quiet, and not very talkative, and has with him
a young lady—”

“There is no young lady on board,” interrupted the purser.
“ Here is a list of the passengers ; you may see for yourself.”

Passepartout scanned the list, but his master’s name was not
upon it. All at once an idea struck him,

“Ah! am I on the ‘ Carnatic ??”

“Yes.” ,

“On the way to Yokohama?”

~~ Certainly.”

Passepartout had for an instant feared that he was on the
wrong boat; but, though he was really on the “ Carnatic,” his
master was not there.

He fell thunderstruck on a seat. He saw it all now. He
remembered that the time of sailing had been changed, that he
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should have informed his master of that fact, and that he had
not done so. It was his fault, then, that Mr. Fogg and Aouda
had missed the steamer. Yes, but it was still more the fault of
the traitor who, in order to separate him from his master, and
detain the latter at Hong Kong, had inveigled him into getting
drunk! He now saw the detective’s trick; and at this moment
Mr. Fogg was certainly ruined, his bet was lost, and he himself
perhaps arrested and imprisoned! At this thought Passepartout
tore his hair. Ah, if Fix ever came within his reach, what a
settling of accounts there would be!

After his first depression, Passepartout became calmer, and
began to study his situation. It was certainly not an enviable
one. He found himself on the way to Japan, and what should
he do when he got there? His pocket was empty; he had nota
solitary shilling—not so much as a penny. His passage had
fortunately been paid for in advance; and he had five or six
days in which to decide upon his future course. He fell to at
meals with an appetite, and ate for Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and him-
self, He helped himself as generously as if Japan were a desert,
where nothing to eat was to be looked for.

At dawn on the 13th the “Carnatic” entered the port of
Yokohama. This is an important way-station in the Pacific,
where all the mail-steamers, and those carrying travellers
between North America, China, Japan, and the Oriental islands,
putin. Itis situated in the bay of Yeddo, and at but a short
distance from that second capital of the Japanese Empire, and
the residence of the Tycoon, the civil Emperor, before the
Mikado, the spiritual Emperor, absorbed his office in his
own. The “Carnatic” anchored at the quay near the custom-
house, in the midst of a crowd of ships bearing the flags of all
nations.

Passepartout went timidly ashore on this so curious territory
of the Sons of the Sun. He had nothing better to do than,
taking chance for his guide, to wander aimlessly through the
streets of Yokohama. He found himself at’first in a thoroughly
European quarter, the houses having low fronts, and being
adorned with verandas, beneath which he caught glimpses of
neat peristyles. This quarter occupied, with its streets, squares,
docks and warehouses, all the space between the “ promontory
of the Treaty” and the river.. Here, as at Hong Kong and
Calcutta, were mixed crowds of all races,—Americans and
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English, Chinamen and Dutchmen, mostly merchants ready to.
buy or ‘sell anything. -The Frenchman felt himself as much
alone among them as if he had dropped down in.the midst of
Hottentots.

He had, at least, one resource,—to call on ‘the French and.
English consuls at Yokohama for assistance, But he shrank
from telling the story of his adventures, intimately connected
as it was with that of his master; and, before doing so, he
determined to exhaust all other means of aid. As chance did
not favour him in the European quarter, he penetrated that
inhabited by the native Japanese, determined, if necessary, to
~push on to Yeddo.

The Japanese quarter of Yokohama is called Benten, after the
goddess of the sea, who is worshipped on the islands round
about. There Passepartout beheld beautiful fir and cedar
groves, sacred gates of a singular architecture, bridges half hid
in the midst of bamboos and reeds, temples shaded by immense.
cedar-trees, holy retreats where were sheltered Buddhist priests
and sectaries of Confucius, and interminable streets, where a
perfect harvest of rose-tinted and red-cheeked children, who
looked as if they had been cut out of Japanese screens, and who,
were playing in the midst of short-legged poodles and yellowish
cats, might have been gathered.

The streets were crowded with people. Priests were passing
in processions, beating their dreary tambourines; police and
custom-house officers with pointed hats encrusted with lac, and
carrying two sabres hung to their waists; soldiers, clad in blue
cotton with white stripes, and bearing guns; the Mikado’s
guards, enveloped in silken doublets, hauberks, and coats of
mail; and numbers of military folk of all ranks—for the military
profession is as much respected in Japan as it is despised in
China—went hither and thither in groups and pairs. Passe-
partout saw, too, begging friars, long-robed pilgrims, and simple
civilians, with their warped and jet-black hair, big heads, long
busts, slender legs, short stature, and complexions varying from
copper-colour to a dead white, but never yellow, like the Chinese,
from whom the Japanese widely differ. He did not fail to
observe the curious equipages,—carriages and palanquins,
barrows supplied with sails, and litters made of bamboo; nor
the women—whom he thought not especially handsome,—who
took little steps with their little feet, whereon they wore canvas

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shoes, straw sandals, and clogs of worked wood, and who dis-
played tight-looking eyes, flat chests, teeth fashionably blackened,
and gowns crossed with silken scarfs, tied in an enormous knot
behind,—an ornament which the modern Parisian ladies seem
to have borrowed from the dames of Japan.

Passepartout wandered for several hours in the midst of this
motley crowd, looking in at the windows of the rich and
curious shops, the jewellery establishments glittering with quaint
Japanese ornaments, the restaurants decked with streamers
and banners, the tea-houses, where the odorous beverage was
being drunk with “saki,” a liquor concocted from the fer-
mentation of rice, and the comfortable smoking-houses, where
they were puffing, not opium, which is almost unknown in Japan,
but a very fine, stringy tobacco. He went on till he found him-
self in the fields, in the midst of vast rice plantations. There
he saw dazzling camelias expanding themselves, with flowers
which were giving forth their last colours and perfumes, not on
bushes, but on trees; and within bamboo enclosures, cherry,
plum, and apple trees, which the Japanese cultivate rather for
their blossoms than their fruit, and which quceerly-fashioned
grinning scarecrows protected from the sparrows, pigeons,
ravens, and other voracious birds. On the branches of the
cedars were perched large eagles ; amid the foliage of the weep-
ing willows were herons, solemnly standing on one leg; and on
every hand were crows, ducks, hawks, wild birds, and a mul-
titude of cranes, which the Japanese consider sacred, and which
to their minds symbolize long life and prosperity.

As he was strolling along, Passepartout espied some violets
among the shrubs,

“Good!” said he; “I'll have some supper.”

But, on smelling them, he found that they were odourless,

“No chance there,” thought he.

The worthy fellow had certainly taken good care to eat as
hearty a breakfast as possible before leaving the ‘“ Carnatic ;”
but as he had been walking about all day, the demands of
hunger were becoming importunate. He observed that the
butchers’ stalls contained neither mutton, goat, nor pork; and
knowing also that it is a sacrilege to kill cattle, which are pre-
served solely for farming, he made up his mind that meat was
far from plentiful in Yokohama,—nor was he mistaken ; and in
default of butcher’s meat, he could have wished for a quarter of
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wild boar or deer, a partridge, or some quails, some game or
fish, which, with rice, the Japanese eat almost exclusively. But
he found it necessary to keep up a stout heart, and to postpone
the meal he craved till the following morning. Night came,
and Passepartout re-entered the native quarter, where he wan-
dered through the streets, lit by vari-coloured lanterns, looking
on at the dancers who were executing skilful steps and bound-
ings, and the astrologers who stood in the open air with their
telescopes. Then he came to the harbour, which was lit up by
the rosin torches of the fishermen, who were fishing from their
boats.

The streets at last became quiet, and the patrol, the officers
of which, in their splendid costumes, and surrounded by their
suites, Passepartout thought seemed like ambassadors, suc-
ceeded the bustling crowd. Each time a company passed
Passepartout chuckled, and said to himself, “Good! another
Japanese embassy departing for Europe |”

CHAPTER XXIII.

IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT’S NOSE BECOMES OUTRAGEOUSLY
LONG.

THE next morning poor, jaded, famished Passepartout said to
himself that he must get something to eat at all hazards, and the
sooner he did so the better. He might, indeed, sell his watch ;
but he would have starved first. Now or never he must use the
strong, if not melodious voice which nature had bestowed upon
him. He knew several French and English songs, and resolved
to try them upon the Japanese, who must be lovers of music,
since they were for ever pounding on their cymbals, tam-tams,
and tambourines, and could not but appreciate European
talent.

It was, perhaps, rather early in the morning to get up a
concert, and the audience, prematurely aroused from their
slumbers, might not, possibly, pay their entertainer with coin
bearing the Mikado’s features. Passepartout therefore decided
to wait several hours; and, as he was sauntering along, it

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occurred to him that he would seem rather too well dressed for
a wandering artist. The idea struck him to change his gar-
ments for clothes more in harmony with his project ; by which
he might also get a little money to satisfy the immediate
cravings of hunger. The resolution taken, it remained to carry
it out.

It was only after a long search that Passepartout discovered
a native dealer in old clothes, to whom he applied for an
exchange. The man liked the European costume, and ere long
Passepartout issued from his shop accoutred in an old Japanese
coat, and a sort of one-sided turban, faded with long use. A
few small pieces of silver, moreover, jingled in his pocket.

“ Good !” thought he. “I will imagine I am at the Carnival !”

His first care, after being thus “ Japanesed,” was to enter a
tea-house of modest appearance, and, upon half a bird and a
little rice, to breakfast like a man for whom dinner was as yet a
problem to be solved.

“ Now,” thought he, when he had eaten heartily, “I mustn’t
lose my head. I can’t sell this costume again for one still more
Japanese. I must consider how to leave this country of the
Sun, of which I shall not retain the most delightful of memories,
as quickly as possible.”

It occurred to him to visit the steamers which were about to
leave for America. He would offer himself as a cook or servant,
in payment of his passage and meals, Once at San Francisco,
he would find some means of going on. The difficulty was, how
to traverse the four thousand seven hundred miles of the Pacific
which lay between Japan and the New World.

Passepartout was not the man to let an idea go begging, and
directed his steps towards the docks. But, as he approached
them, his project, which at first had seemed so simple, began to
grow more and more formidable tohismind. What need would
they have of a cook or servant on an American steamer, and
what confidence would they put in him, dressed as he was?
What references could he give ?

As he was reflecting in this wise, his eyes fell upon an
immense placard which a sort of clown was carrying through
the streets, This placard, which was in English, read as
follows :—
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“ ACROBATIC JAPANESE TROUPE,
HONOURABLE WILLIAM BATULCAR, PROPRIETOR,
LAST REPRESENTATIONS,
PRIOR TO THEIR DEPARTURE FOR THE UNITED STATES
OF THE
LONG NOSES! LONG NOSES !
‘UNDER THE DIRECT PATRONAGE OF THE GOD TINGOU!
GREAT ATTRACTION !”

“The United States!” said Passepartout ; “that’s just what
I want!”

He followed the clown, and soon found himself once more in
the Japanese quarter. A quarter of an hour later he stopped
before a large cabin, adorned with several clusters of streamers,
the exterior walls of which were designed to represent, in violent
colours and without perspective, a company of jugglers.
< This was the Honourable William Batulcar’s establishment.
That gentleman was a sort of Barnum, the director of a troupe
of mountebanks, jugglers, clowns, acrobats, equilibrists, and
gymnasts, who, according to the placard, was giving his last
performances before leaving the Empire of the Sun for the
States of the Union.

Passepartout entered and asked for Mr. Batulcar, who
straightway appeared in person.

“What do you want?” said he to Passepartout, whom he at
first took for a native.

. “Would you like a servant, sir?” asked Passepartout.

“A servant!” cried Mr. Batulcar, caressing the thick gray
beard which hung from his chin. ‘I already have two who are
obedient and faithful, have never left me, and serve me for their
nourishment,—and here they are,” added he, holding out his
two robust arms, furrowed with veins as large as the strings of
a bass-viol.

- “So I can be of no use to you?”

“None.” .

“ The devil! I should so like to cross the Pacific with you!”

“Ah!” said the Honourable Mr. Batulcar. “You are no
more a Japanese than I ama monkey! Why are you dressed
up in that way?”

“ A man dresses as he can.”

. “That’s true. You are a Frenchman, aren’t you?”
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“Yes ; a Parisian of Paris,”

“ Then you ought to know how to make grimaces ?”

“Why,” replied Passepartout, a little vexed that his nationality
should cause this question, “we Frenchmen know how to make
grimaces, it is true,—but not any better than the Americans do.”

“True. Well, if I can’t take you as a servant, I can as a
clown. You see, my friend, in France they exhibit foreign
clowns, and in foreign parts French clowns,”

“ Ah 19

“You are pretty strong, eh?”

“ Especially after a good meal.”

“ And you can sing?” 5

“Yes,” returned Passepartout, who had formerly been wont
to sing in the streets.

“ But can you sing standing on your head, with a top spinning
on your left foot, and a sabre balanced on your right?”

“Humph! I think so,” replied Passepartout, recalling the
exercises of his younger days.

“Well, that’s enough,” said the Honourable William
Batulcar.

The engagement was concluded there and then. \

Passepartout had at last found something to do. He was
engaged to act in the celebrated Japanese troupe. It was nota
very dignified position, but within a week he would be on his
way to San Francisco.

The performance, so noisily announced by the Honourable
Mr. Batulcar, was to commence at three o’clock, and soon the
deafening instruments of a Japanese orchestra resounded at the
door. Passepartout, though he had not been able to study or
rehearse a part, was designated to lend the aid of his sturdy
shoulders in the great exhibition of the “human pyramid,”
executed by the Long Noses of the god Tingou. This “great
attraction” was to close the performance.

Before three o’clock the large shed was invaded by the spec-
tators, comprising Europeans and natives, Chinese and Japanese,
men, women, and children, who precipitated themselves upon
the narrow benches and into the boxes opposite the stage. The
musicians took up a position inside, and were vigorously per-
forming on their gongs, tam-tams, flutes, bones, tambourines,
and immense drums.

The performance was much like all acrobatic displays ; but it
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must be confessed that the Japanese are the first equilibrists in
the world.

One, with a fan and some bits of paper, performed the
graceful trick of the butterflies and the flowers; another traced
in the air, with the odorous smoke of his pipe, a series of blue
words, which composed a compliment to the audience ; while a
third juggled with some lighted candles, which he extinguished
successively as they passed his lips, and relit again without
interrupting for an instant his juggling. Another reproduced
the most singular combinations with a spinning-top ; in his
hands the revolving tops seemed to be animated with a life of
their own in their interminable whirling ; they ran over pipe-
stems, the edges of sabres, wires, and even hairs stretched
across the stage; they turned around on the edges of large
glasses, crossed bamboo ladders, dispersed into all the corners,
and produced strange musical effects by the combination of
their various pitches of tone. The jugglers tossed them in the
air, threw them like shuttlecocks with wooden battledores, and
yet they kept on spinning; they put them into their pockets,
and took them out still whirling as before.

It is useless to describe the astonishing performances of the
jacrobats and gymnasts. The turning on ladders, poles, balls,
‘barrels, &c., was executed with wonderful precision.

But the principal attraction was the exhibition of the Long
Noses, a show to which Europe is as yet a stranger.

The Long Noses form a peculiar company, under the direct
patronage of the god Tingou. Attired after the fashion of the
Middle Ages, they bore upon their shoulders a splendid pair of
wings ; but what especially distinguished them was the long
noses which were fastened to their faces, and the uses which
they made of them. These noses were made of bamboo, and
were five, six, and even ten feet long, some straight, others
curved, some ribboned, and some having imitation warts upon
them. It was upon these appendages, fixed tightly on their
real noses, that they performed their gymnastic exercises. A
dozen of these sectaries of Tingou lay flat upon their backs,
while others, dressed to represent lightning-rods, came and
frolicked on their noses, jumping from one to another, and per-
forming the most skilful leapings and somersaults.

As a last scene, a “human pyramid” had been announced,
in which fifty Long Noses were to represent the Car of Jugger-
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naut. But, instead of forming a pyramid by mounting each
other’s shoulders, the artists were to group themselves on top of
the noses. It happened that the performer who had hitherto
formed the base of the Car had quitted the troupe, and as, to
fill this part, only strength and adroitness were necessary, Passe-
partout had'been chosen to take his place.

The poor fellow really felt sad when—melancholy reminiscence
of his youth !—he donned his costume, adorned. with vari-
coloured wings, and fastened to his natural feature a false nose
six feet long. But he cheered up when he thought that ns nose
was winning him something to eat.

He went upon the stage, and took his place beside the rest
who were to compose the base of the Car of Juggernaut. They
all stretched themselves on the floor, their noses pointing to the.
ceiling. Asecond group of artists disposed themselves on these
long appendages, then a third above these, then a fourth, until a
human monument ‘reaching to the very cornices: of ‘the’ theatre
soon arose on top of the noses. This elicited loud applause, in
the midst of which the orchestra was just striking up a deafening
air, when the pyramid tottered, the balance was lost, one of the
lower noses vanished from the pyramid, and the human monu-
ment was shattered like a castle built of cards!

It was Passepartout’s fault. Abandoning his position, clearing
the footlights without the aid of his wings, and clambering up to
the right-hand gallery, he fell at the feet of one of the Speeintorss
crying, ‘“ Ah, my master ! my master !”

P66 You here? r”

“Myself.”

“Very well; then let us go to the steamer, young man!”

Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Passepartout passed through the lobby
of the theatre to the outside, where they encountered the Honour-
able Mr. Batulcar, furious with rage. He demanded damages
for the “ breakage ” of the pyramid ; and Phileas Fogg aphensen
him by giving him a handful of bank-notes.

At half-past six, the very hour of departure, Mr. Kos anid
Aoudca, followed by Passepartout, who in‘his hurry had retained
his wings, and nose six feet long stepped upon a American
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CHAPTER XXIV.

DURING WHICH MR, FOGG AND PARTY CROSS THE PACIFIC
OCEAN.

Wuart happened when the pilot-boat came in sight of Shanghai
will be easily guessed. The signals made by the “ Tankadere”
had been seen by the captain of the Yokohama steamer, who,
espying the flag at half-mast, had directed his course towards
the little craft. Phileas Fogg, after paying the stipulated price
of his passage to John Bunsby, and rewarding that worthy with
the additional sum of five hundred and fifty pounds, ascended
the steamer with Aouda and Fix; and they started at once for
Nagasaki and Yokohama.

They reached their destination on the morning of the 14th of
November. ‘Phileas Fogg lost no time in going on board the
“ Carnatic,” where he learned, to Aouda’s great delight—and
perhaps to his own, though he betrayed no emotion—that
Passepartout, a Frenchman, had really arrived on her the day
before.

The San Francisco steamer was announced to leave that very
evening, and it became necessary to find Passepartout, if pos-
sible, without delay. Mr. Fogg applied in vain to the French
and English consuls, and, after wandering through the streets a
long time, began to despair of finding his missing servant.
Chance, or perhaps a kind of presentiment, at last led him into
the Honourable Mr. Batulcar’s theatre. He certainly would
not have recognized Passepartout in the eccentric mountebank’s
costume ; but the latter, lying on his back, perceived his master
in the gallery. He could not help starting, which so changed
the position of his nose as to bring the “pyramid” pell-mell
upon the stage. ;

All this Passepartout learned from Aouda, who recounted to
him what had taken place on the voyage from Hong Kong to
Shanghaj on the “ Tankadere,” in company with one Mr. Fix.

Passepartout did not change countenance on hearing this
name. He thought that the time had not yet arrived to divulge
to his master what had taken place between the detective and
himself ; and in the account he gave of his absence, he simply
excused himself for having been overtaken by drunkenness, ip
smoking opium at a tavern in Hong Kong.
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Mr. Fogg heard this narrative coldly, without a word ; and
then furnished his man with funds necessary to obtain clothing
more in harmony with his position, Within an hour the
Frenchman had cut off his nose and parted with his wings, and
retained nothing about him which recalled the sectary of the
god Tingou.

The steamer which was about to depart from Yokohama to

San Francisco belonged to the Pacific Mail Steamship Com-
pany, and was named the “ General Grant.” She was a large
paddle-wheel steamer of two thousand five hundred tons, well
equipped and very fast. The massive walking-beam rose and
fell above the deck; at one end a piston-rod worked up and
down ; and at the other was a connecting-rod which, in chang-
ing the rectilinear motion toa circular one, was directly con-
nected with the shaft of the paddles. The “ General Grant”
was rigged with three masts, giving a large capacity for sails,
and thus materially aiding the steam power. By making twelve
miles an hour, she would cross the ocean in twenty-one days.
Phileas. Fogg was therefore justified in hoping that he would
reach San Francisco by the 2nd of December, New York by
the 11th, and London on the 2oth,—thus gaining several hours
on the fatal date of the 21st of December.
. There was a full complement of passengers on board, among
them English, many Americans, a large number of Coolies on
their way to California, and several East Indian officers, who
were spending their vacation in making the tour of the world.
Nothing of moment happened on the voyage; the steamer,
sustained on its large paddles, rolled but little, and the “ Pacific”
almost justified its name. Mr. Fogg was as calm and taciturn
as ever. His young companion felt herself more and more
attached to him by other ties than gratitude; his silent but
generous nature impressed her more than she thought; and it
was almost unconsciously that she yielded to emotions which
did not seem to have the least effect upon her protector. Aouda
took the keenest interest in his plans, and became impatient at
any incident which seemed likely to retard his journey.

She often chatted with Passepartout, who did not fail to
perceive the state of the lady’s heart; and, being the most
faithful of domestics, he never exhausted his eulogies of Phileas
Fogg’s honesty, generosity, and devotion. He took pains to
calm Aouda’s doubts of a successful termination of the journey,
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telling her that the most difficult part of it had passed, that now
they were beyond the fantastic countries of Japan and China,
and were fairly on their way to civilized places again. A rail-
way train from San Francisco to New York, and a transatlantic
steamer from New York to Liverpool, would doubtless bring
them to the end of this impossible journey round the world
within the period agreed upon. ,

On the ninth day after leaving Yokohama, Phileas Fogg had
traversed exactly one half of the terrestrial globe. The “General
Grant” passed, on the 23rd of November, the one hundred and
eightieth meridian, and was at the very antipodes of London.
Mr. Fogg had, it is true, exhausted fifty-two of the eighty days
in which he was to complete the tour, and there were only
twenty-eight left. But, though he was only half-way by the
difference of meridians, he had really gone over two-thirds of
the whole journey; for he had been obliged to make long
circuits from London to Aden, from Aden to Bombay, from
Calcutta to Singapore, and from Singapore to Yokohama.
Could he have followed without deviation the fiftieth parallel,
which is that of London, the whole distance would only have
been about twelve thousand miles ; whereas he would be forced,
by the irregular methods of locomotion, to traverse twenty-six
thousand, of which he had, on the 23rd of November, accom-
plished seventeen thousand five hundred. And now the course
was a straight one, and Fix was no longer there to put obstacles
in their way !

It happened also, on the 23rd of November, that Passepartout
made a joyful discovery. It will be remembered that the obsti-
nate fellow had insisted on keeping his famous family watch at
London time, and on regarding that of the countries he had
passed through as quite false and unreliable. Now, on this
day, though he had not changed the hands, he found that his
watch exactly agreed with the ship’s chronometers. His triumph
was hilarious. He would have liked to know what Fix would
say if he were aboard !

“The rogue told me a lot of stories,” repeated Passepartout,
“about the meridians, the sun, and the moon! Moon, indeed!
moonshine more likely! If one listened to that sort of people,
a pretty sort of time one would keep! I was sure that the sun
would some day regulate itself by my watch !”

Passepartout was ignorant that, it the face of his watch had.
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been divided into twenty-four hours, like the Italian clocks, he
would have no reason for exultation; for the hands of his
watch would then, instead of as now indicating nine o’clock in
the morning, indicate nine o’clock in the evening, that is the
twenty-first hour after midnight,—precisely the difference
between London time and that of the one hundred and eightieth
meridian. But if Fix had been able to explain this purely
physical effect, Passepartout would not have admitted, even if
he had comprehended it. Moreover, if the detective had been
on board at that moment, Passepartout would have joined issue
with him on a quite different subject, and in an entirely different
manner.

Where was Fix-at that moment ?

He was actually on board the “ General Grant.”

On reaching Yokohama, the detective, leaving Mr. Fogg,
whom he expected to meet again during the day, had repaired
at once to the English consulate, where he at last found the
warrant of arrest. It had followed him from Bombay, and had
come by the “ Carnatic,” on which steamer he himself was
supposed to be. Fix’s disappointment may be imagined when
he reflected that the warrant was now useless. Mr. Fogg had
left English ground, and it was now necessary to procure his
extradition !

“Well,” thought Fix, after a moment of anger, “my warrant
is not good here, but it will be in England. ‘The rogue evidently
intends to return to his own country, thinking he has thrown
the police off his track. Good! I will follow him across the
Atlantic. As for the money, Heaven grant there may be some
left! But the fellow has already spent in travelling, rewards,
trials, bail, elephants, and all sorts of charges, more than five
thousand pounds. Yet, after all, the Bank is rich !”

His course decided on, he went on board the “ General
Grant,” and was there when Mr. Fogg and Aouda arrived. To
his utter amazement he recognized Passepartout, despite his
theatrical disguise. He quickly concealed himself in his cabin,
to avoid an awkward explanation, and hoped—thanks to the
number of passengers—to remain unperceived by Mr. Fogg’s
servant. ,

On that very day, however, he met Passepartout face to face
on the forward deck. The latter, without a word, made a rush
for him, grasped him by the throat, and, much to the amuse-
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ment of a group of Americans, who immediately began to bet
on him, administered to the detective a perfect volley of blows,
which proved the great superiority of French over English
pugilistic skill.

When Passepartout had finished, he found himself relieved
and comforted. Fix got up in a somewhat rumpled condition,
and, looking at his adversary, coldly said, ‘“‘ Have you done?”

“For this time—yes.”

“Then let me have a word with you.”

“ But j[— .

“Tn your master’s interest.”

Passepartout seemed to be vanquished by Fix’s coolness, for
he quietly followed him, and they sat down aside from the rest
of the passengers.

“You have given me a thrashing,” said Fix. “Good, I
expected it, Now, listen to me. Up to this time I have been
Mr. Fogg’s adversary. I am now in his game.”

“Aha!” cried Passepartout; “you are convinced he is an
honest man?”

“No,” replied Fix coldly, “I think him a rascal. Sh! don’t
budge, and let me speak. As long as Mr. Fogg was on English
ground, it was for my interest to detain him there until my
warrant of arrest arrived. I did everything I could to keep him
back. I sent the Bombay priests after him, I got you intoxi-
cated at Hong Kong, I separated you from him, and I made
him miss. the Yokohama steamer.”

Passepartout listened, with closed fists.

“ Now,” resumed Fix, “Mr. Fogg seems to be going back to
England. Well, I will follow him there. But hereafter I will
do as much to keep obstacles out of his way as I have done up
to this time to put them in his path. I’ve changed my game,
you see, and simply because it was for my interest to change it.
Your interest is the same as mine; for it is only in England
that you will ascertain whether you are in the service of a
criminal or an honest man.”

Passepartout listened very attentively to Fix, and was con-
vinced that he spoke with entire good faith.

“ Are we friends?” asked the detective.

“Friends ?—no,” replied Passepartout ; “ but allies, perhaps.

At the least sign of treason, however, I’ll twist your neck for
you,”
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“ Agreed,” said the detective quietly.

Eleven days later, on the 3rd of December, the “ General
Grant” entered the bay of the Golden Gate, and reached San
Francisco. :

Mr. Fogg had neither gained nor lost a single day.

CHAPTER XXvV.
IN WHICH A SLIGHT GLIMPSE IS HAD OF SAN FRANCISCO.

IT was seven in the morning when Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and
Passepartout set foot upon the American continent, if this name
can be given to the floating quay upon which they disembarked.
These quays, rising and falling with the tide, thus facilitate the
loading and unloading of vessels. Alongside them were clippers
of all sizes, steamers of all nationalities, and the steamboats,
with several decks rising one above the other, which ply on the
Sacramento and its tributaries. There were also heaped up the
products of a commerce which extends to Mexico, Chili, Peru,
Brazil, Europe, Asia, and all the Pacific islands.

Passepartout, in his joy on reaching at last the American con-
tinent, thought he would manifest it by executing a perilous
vault in fine style ; but, tumbling upon some worm-caten planks,
he fell through them. Put out of countenance by the manner
in which he thus “set foot” upon the New World, he uttered a
loud cry, which so frightened the innumerable cormorants and
pelicans that are always perched upon these moveable quays,
that they flew noisily away.

Mr. Fogg, on reaching shore, proceeded to find out at what
hour the first train left for New York, and learned that this was
at six o’clock p.m. ; he had, therefore, an entire day to spend in
the Californian capital. Taking a carriage at a charge of three
dollars, he and Aouda entered it, while Passepartout mounted
the box beside the driver, and they set out for the International
Hotel,

’ From his exalted position Passepartout observed with much
curiosity the wide streets, the low, evenly ranged houses, the
Anglo-Saxon Gothic churches, the great docks, the palatial
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wooden and brick warehouses, the numerous conveyances,
omnibuses, horse-cars, and upon the side-walks, not only
Americans and Europeans, but Chinese and Indians. Passe-
partout was surprised at all he saw. San Francisco was no
longer the legendary city of 1849,—a city of banditti, assassins,
and incendiaries, who had flocked hither in crowds in pursuit of
plunder ; a paradise of outlaws, where they gambled with gold-
dust, a revolver in one hand and a bowie-knife in the other: it
was now a great commercial emporium.

The lofty tower of its City Hall overlooked the whole pano-
rama of the streets and avenues, which cut each other at right
angles, and in the midst of which appeared pleasant, verdant
squares, while beyond appeared the Chinese quarter, seemingly
imported from the Celestial Empire in a toy-box. Sombreros
and red shirts and plumed Indians were rarely to be seen ; but
there were silk hats and black coats everywhere worn by a
multitude of nervously active, gentlemanly-looking men. Some
of the streets—especially Montgomery Street, which is to San
Francisco what Regent Street is to London, the Boulevard des
Italiens to Paris, and Broadway to New York—were lined with
splendid and spacious stores, which exposed in their windows
the products of the entire world.

When Passepartout reached the International Hotel, it did
not seem to him as if he had left England at all.

The ground floor of the hotel was occupied by a large bar, a
sort of restaurant freely open to all passers-by, who might
partake of dried beef, oyster soup, biscuits, and cheese, without
taking out their purses. Payment was made only for the ale,
porter, or sherry which was drunk. This seemed “very
American” to Passepartout. The hotel refreshment-rooms
were comfortable, and Mr. Fogg and Aouda, installing them-
selves at a table, were abundantly served on diminutive plates
by negroes of darkest hue.

After breakfast, Mr. Fogg, accompanied by Aouda, started
for the English consulate to have his passport vésaed. As he
was going out, he met Passepartout, who asked him if it would
not be well, before taking the train, to purchase some dozens of
Enfield rifles and Colt’s revolvers. He had been listening to
stories of attacks upon the trains by the Sioux and Pawnecs.
Mr. Fogg thought it a useless precaution, but told him to do as
he thought best, and went on to the consulate.

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IIe had not proceeded two hundred steps, however, when,
“by the greatest chance in the world,” he met Fix. The
detective seemed wholly taken by surprise. What! Had Mr.
Fogg and himself crossed the Pacific together, and not met on
the steamer! At least Fix felt honoured to behold once more
the gentleman to whom he owed so much, and as his business
recalled him to Europe, he should be delighted to continue the
journey in such pleasant company.

Mr. Fogg replied that the honour would be his; and the
detective—who was determined not to lose sight of him—begged
permission to accompany them in their walk about San Francisco
—a request which Mr. Fogg readily granted.

They soon found themselves in Montgomery Street, where a
great crowd was collected; the side-walks, street, horse-car
zails, the shop-doors, the windows of the houses, and even the
roofs, were full of people. Men were going about carrying
large posters, and flags and streamers were floating in the wind;
while loud cries were heard on every hand.

“Hurrah for Camerfield !”

“ Hurrah for Mandiboy !”

It was a political meeting; at least so Fix conjectured, who
said to Mr. Fogg, “ Perhaps we had better not mingle with the
crowd. There may be danger in it.”

“Yes,” returned Mr. Fogg; “and blows, even if they are
political, are still blows.”

Fix smiled at this remark; and in order to be able to see
without being jostled about, the party took up a position on the
top of a flight of steps situated at the upper end of Montgomery
Strect. Opposite them, on the other side of the street, between
a coal wharf and a petroleum warehouse, a large platform had
been erected in the open air, towards which the current of the
crowd seemed to be directed.

For what purpose was this meeting? What was the occasion
of this excited assemblage? Phileas Fogg could not imagine.
Was it to nominate some high official—a governor or member
of Congress? It was not improbable, so agitated was the
multitude before them.

Just at this moment there was an unusual stir in the human
mass. All the hands were raised in the air. Some, tightly
closed, seemed to disappear suddnely in the midst of the cries—
an energetic way, no doubt, of ‘casting a vote. The crowd


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swayed back, the banners and flags wavered, disappeared an
instant, then reappeared in tatters. The undulations of the
human serge reached the steps, while all the heads floundered
on the surface like a sea agitated by a squall. Many of the
black hats disappeared, and the greater part of the crowd
seemed to have diminished in height.

“Jt is evidently a meeting,” said Fix, “and its object must be
an exciting one. I should not wonder if it were about the
‘ Alabama,’ despite the fact that that question is settled.”

“ Perhaps,” replied Mr. Fogg simply.

“At least, there are two champions in presence of each
other, the Honourable Mr. Camerfield and the Honourable Mr.
Mandiboy.”

Aouda, leaning upon Mr. Fogg’s arm, observed the tumul-
tuous scene with surprise, while Fix asked a man near him
what the cause of it all was. Before the man could reply, a
fresh agitation arose ; hurrahs and excited shouts were heard ;
the staffs of the banners began to be used as offensive weapons;
and fists flew about in every directiou. Thumps were exchanged
from the tops of the carriages and omnibuses which had been
blocked up in the crowd. Boots and shoes went whirling
through the air, and Mr. Fogg thought he even heard the crack
of revolvers mingling in the din. The rout approached the
stairway, and flowed over the lower step. One of the parties
had evidently been repulsed; but the mere lookers-on could
not tell whether Mandiboy or Camerfield had gained the upper
hand.

“Tt would be prudent for us to retire,” said Fix, who was
anxious that Mr. Fogg should not receive any injury, at least
until they got back to London. “If there is any question about
England in all this, and we were recognized, I fear it would go
hard with us.”

“An English subject—” began Mr. Fogg.

He did not finish his sentence; for a terrific hubbub now
arose on the terrace behind the flight of steps where they stood,
and there were frantic shouts of, “Hurrah for Mandiboy! Hip,
hip, hurrah !”

It was a band of voters coming to the rescue of their allies,
and taking the Camerfield forces in flank. Mr. Fogg, Deus,
and Fix found themselves between two fires; it was too late to
escape. The torrent of men, armed with loaded canes and

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sticks, was irresistible. Phileas Fogg and Fix were roughly
hustled in their attempts to protect their fair companion; the
former, as cool as ever, tried to defend himself with the weapons
which nature has placed at the end of every Englishman’s arm,
but in vain. A big brawny fellow with a red beard, flushed
face, and broad shoulders, who seemed to be the chief of the
band, raised his clenched fist to strike Mr. Fogg, whom he
‘would have given a crushing blow, had not Fix rushed in and
received it in his stead. An enormous bruise immediately
made its appearance under the detective’s silk hat, which was
completely smashed in.

“Vankee!” exclaimed Mr. Fogg, darting a contemptuous
look at the ruffian.

“Englishman !” returned the other. “We will meet again !”

“When you please.”

“What is your name?”

“Phileas Fogg. And yours?”

“Colonel Stamp Proctor.”

The human tide now swept by, after overturning Fix, who
speedily got upon his feet again, though with tattered clothes.
Happily, he was not seriously hurt. His travelling overcoat
was divided into two unequal parts, and his trousers resembled
those of certain Indians, which fit less compactly than they are
easy to put on. Aouda had escaped unharmed, and Fix alone
bore marks of the fray in his black and blue bruise.

“Thanks,” said Mr. Fogg to the detective, as soon as they
were out of the crowd.

“No thanks are necessary,” replied Fix ; “but let us go.”

“ Where ?”

“To a tailor’s.”

Such a visit was, indeed, opportune. The clothing of both
Mr. Fogg and Fix was in rags, as if they had themselves been
actively engaged in the contest between Camerfield and Mandi-
boy. An hour after, they were once more suitably attired, and
with Aouda returned to the International Hotel.

Passepartout was waiting for his master, armed with half
a dozen six-barrelled revolvers, When he perceived Fix, he
knit his brows ; but Aouda having, in a few words, told him of
their adventure, his countenance resumed its placid expression.
Fix evidently was no longer an enemy, but an ally; he was
faithfully keeping his word.
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Dinner over, the coach which was to convey the passengers
and their luggage to the station drew up to the door. As he
was getting in, Mr. Fogg said to Fix, “You have not seen this
Colonel Proctor again?”

c No.”

“T will come back to America to find him,” said Phileas Fogg
calmly. “It would not be right for an Englishman to permit
himself to be treated in that way, without retaliating.”

The detective smiled, but did not reply. It was clear that
Mr. Fogg was one of those Englishmen who, while they do not
tolerate duelling at home, fight abroad when their honour is
attacked.

At a quarter before six the travellers reached the station, and
found the train ready to depart. As he was about to enter it,
Mr. Fogg called a porter, and said to him, “ My friend, was
there not some trouble to-day in San Francisco ?”

“Tt was a political meeting, sir,” replied the porter.

“But I thought there was a great deal of disturbance in the
streets.”

“Tt was only a meeting assembled for an election.”

“ The election of a general-in-chief, me doubt?” asked Mr. Fogg.

“No, sir; of a justice of the peace.”

Phileas Fogg got into the train, which started off at full speed.

CHAPTER XXVI.

IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AND PARTY TRAVEL BY THE
PACIFIC RAILROAD.

“FROM ocean to ocean,”—so say the Americans; and these
four words compose the general designation of the “ great trunk
line” which crosses the entire width of the United States. The
Pacific Railroad is, however, really divided into two distinct
lines: the Central Pacific, between San Francisco and Ogden,
and the Union Pacific, between Ogden and Omaha. Five main
lines connect Omaha with New York.

New York and San Francisco are thus united by an uninter-
rupted metal ribbon, which measures no less than three thousand
seven hundred and eighty-six miles, Between Omaha and the
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Pacific the railway crosses a territory which is still infested by
Indians and wild beasts, and a large tract which the Mormons,
after they were driven from Illinois in 1845, began to colonize.

The journey from New York to San Francisco consumed,
formerly, under the most favourable conditions, at least six
months. It is now accomplished in seven days.

It was in 1862 that, in spite of the Southern Members of
Congress, who wished a more southerly route, it was decided to
lay the road between the forty-first and forty-second parallels.
President Lincoln himself fixed the end of the line at Omaha, in
Nebraska. The work was at once commenced, and pursued
with true American energy; nor did the rapidity with which it
went on injuriously affect its good execution. The road grew,
on ‘the prairies, a mile and a half a day. A locomotive, running
on the rails laid down the evening before, brought the rails
to be laid on the morrow, and advanced upon them as fast as
they were put in position.

The Pacific Railroad is joined by several branches in Iowa,
Kansas, Colorado, and Oregon. On leaving Omaha, it passes
along the left bank of the Platte River as far as the junction of
its northern branch, follows its southern branch, crosses the
Laramine territory and the Wahsatch Mountains, turns the Great
Salt Lake, and reaches Salt Lake City, the Mormon capital,
plunges into the Tuilla Valley, across the American Desert,
Cedar and Humboldt Mountains, the Sierra Nevada, and
descends, vid Sacramento, to the Pacific,—its grade, even on
the Rocky Mountains, never exceeding one hundred and twelve
feet to the mile.

Such was the road to be traversed in seven days, which
would enable Phileas Fogg—at least, so he hoped—to take the
Atlantic steamer at New York on the 11th for Liverpool.

The car which he occupied was a sort of long omnibus on
eight wheels, and with no compartments in the interior. It was
supplied with two rows of seats, perpendicular to the direction
of the train on either side of an aisle which conducted to the
front and rear platforms. These platforms were found through-
out the train, and the passengers were able to pass from one end
of the train to the other. 1t was supplied with saloon cars,
balcony cars, restaurants, and smoking cars ; theatre cars alone
were wanting, and they will have these some day.

Book and news dealers, sellers of edibles, drinkables, and
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cigars, who seemed to have plenty of customers, were con-
tinually circulating in the aisles.

The train left Oakland station at six o’clock. It was already
night, cold and cheerless, the heavens being overcast with
clouds which seemed to threaten snow. The train did not pro-
ceed rapidly ; counting the stoppages, it did not run more than
twenty miles an hour, which was a sufficient speed, however, to
enable it to reach Omaha within its designated time..

There was but little conversation in the car, and soon many
of the passengers were overcome with sleep. Passepartout
found himself beside the detective; but he did not talk to him.
After recent events, their relations with each other had grown
somewhat cold; there could no longer be mutual sympathy or
intimacy between them. Fix’s manner had not changed ; but
Passepartout was very reserved, and ready to strangle his former
friend on the slightest provocation.

Snow began to fall an hour after they started, a fine snow,
however, which happily could not obstruct the train; nothing
could be seen from the windows but a vast, white sheet, against
which the smoke of the locomotive had a grayish aspect.

At eight o’clock a steward entered the car and announced
that the time for going to bed had arrived; and in a few
minutes the car was transformed into a dormitory. The backs
of the seats were thrown back, bedsteads carefully packed were
rolled out by an ingenious system, berths were suddenly impro-
vised, and each traveller had soon at his disposition a comfort-
able bed, protected from curious eyes by thick curtains. The
sheets were clean and the pillows soft. It only remained to go
to bed and sleep—which everybody did—while the train sped on
across the State of California.

The country between San Francisco and Sacramento is not
very hilly. The Central Pacific, taking Sacramento for its
starting-point, extends eastward to meet the road from Omaha.
The line from San Francisco to Sacramento runs in a north-
easterly direction, along the American River, which empties
into San Pablo Bay. The one hundred and twenty miles
between these cities were accomplished in six hours, and towards
midnight, while fast asleep, the travellers passed through Sacra-
mento; so that they saw nothing of that important place, the
seat of the State government, with its fine quays, its broad
streets, its noble hotels, squares, and churches.
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The train, on leaving Sacramento, and passing the junction,
Roclin, Auburn, and Colfax, entered the range of the Sierra
Nevada. Cisco was reached at seven in the morning; and an
hour later the dormitory was transformed into an ordinary car,
and the travellers could observe the picturesque beauties of the
mountain region through which they were steaming. The rail-
way track wound in andout among thepasses, now approaching the
mountain sides, now suspended over precipices, avoiding abrupt
angles by bold curves, plunging into narrow defiles, which
seemed to have no outlet. The locomotive, its great funnel
emitting a weird light, with its sharp bell, and its cow-catcher
extended like a spur, mingled its shrieks and bellowings with
the noise of torrents and cascades, and twined its smoke among
the branches of the gigantic pines. ,

There were few or no bridges or tunnels on the route. The
railway turned around the sides of the mountains, and did not
attempt to violate nature by taking the shortest cut from one
point to another.

The train entered the State of Nevada through the Carson
valley about nine o’clovk, going always north-easterly ; and at
midday reached Reno, where there was a delay of twenty
minutes for breakfast.

From this point the road, running along Humboldt River,
passed northward for several miles by its banks ; then it turned
eastward, and kept by the river until it reached the Humboldt
Range, nearly at the extreme eastern limit of Nevada.

Having breakfasted, Mr. Fogg and his companions resumed
their places in the car, and observed the varied landscape which
unfolded itself as they passed along; the vast prairies, the
mountains lining the horizon, and the creeks with their frothy,
foaming streams. Sometimes a great herd of buffaloes, mass-
ing together in the distance, seemed like a movable dam.
These innumerable multitudes of ruminating beasts often form
an insurmountable obstacle to the passage of the trains ; thou-
sands of them have been seen passing over the track for hours
together, in compact ranks. The locomotive is then forced to
stop and wait till the road is once more clear.

- This happened, indeed, to the train in which Mr. Fogg was
travelling. About twelve o’clock, a troop of ten or twelve
thousand head of buffalo encumbered the track. The loco-
motivé, slackening its speed, tried to clear the way with its cow-
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catcher ; but the mass of animals was too great. The buffaloes
marched along with a tranquil gait, uttering now and then
deafening bellowings. There was no use of interrupting them,
for, having taken a particular direction, nothing can moderate
and change their course ; it is a torrent of living flesh which no
dam could contain.

The travellers gazed on this curious spectacle from the plat-
forms ; but Phileas Fogg, who had the most reason of all to be
in a hurry, remained in his seat, and waited philosophically
until it should please the buffaloes to get out of the way.

Passepartout was furious at the delay they occasioned, and
longed to discharge his arsenal of revolvers upon them.

“ What a country !” cried he. “Mere cattle stop the trains,
and go by in a procession, just as if they were not impeding
travel! Parbleu! I should like to know if Mr. Fogg foresaw
zhis mishap in his programme! And here’s an engineer who
doesn’t dare to run the locomotive into this herd of beasts!”

The engineer did not try to overcome the obstacle, and he
was wise. He would have crushed the first buffaloes, no doubt,
with the cow-catcher; but the locomotive, however powerful,
would soon have been checked, the train would inevitably have
been thrown off the track, and would then have been helpless.

The best course was to wait patiently, and regain the lost
time by greater speed when the obstacle was removed. The
procession of buffaloes lasted three full hours, and it was night
before the track was clear. The last ranks of the herd were
now passing over the rails, while the first had already dis-
appeared below the southern horizon.

It was eight o’clock when the train passed through the defiles
of the Humboldt Range, and half-past nine when it penetrated
Utah, the region of the Great Salt Lake, the singular colony of
the Mormons,

CHAPTER XXVII.

IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT UNDERGOES, AT A SPEED OF
TWENTY MILES AN HOUR, A COURSE OF MORMON
HISTORY,

DuRING the night of the sth of December, the train ran south-
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easterly for about fifty miles; then rose an equal distance ina
north-easterly direction, towards the Great Salt Lake.

Passepartout, about nine o'clock, went out upon the platform
to take the air. The weather was cold, the heavens gray, but it
was not snowing. The sun’s disc, enlarged by the mist, seemed
an enormous ring of gold, and Passepartout was amusing him-
self by calculating its value in pounds sterling, when he was
diverted from this interesting study by a strange-looking per-
sonage who made his appearance on the platform.

This personage, who had taken the train at Elko, was tall and
dark, with black moustaches, black stockings, a black silk hat,
a black waistcoat, black trousers, a white cravat, and dogskin
gloves. He might have been taken for a clergyman. He went
from one end of the train to the other, and affixed to the door of
each car a notice written in manuscript.

Passepartout approached and read one of these notices, which
stated that Elder William Hitch, Mormon missionary, taking
advantage of his presence on train No. 48, would deliver a
lecture on Mormonism, in car No. 117, from eleven to twelve
o’clock ; and that he invited all who were desirous of being in-
structed concerning the mysteries of the religion of the “ Latter
Day Saints” to attend.

“T’'ll go,” said Passepartout to himself. He knew nothing of
Mormonism except the custom of polygamy, which is its founda-
tion.

The news quickly spread through the train, which contained
about one hundred passengers, thirty of whom, at most, attracted
by the notice, esconced themselves in car No, 117. Passe-
partout took one of the front seats. Neither Mr. Fogg nor Fix
cared to attend.

At the appointed hour Elder William Hitch rose, and, in an
irritated voice, as if he had already been contradicted, said,
“T tell you that Joe Smith is a martyr, that his brother Hiram
is a martyr, and that the persecutions of the United States
Government against the prophets will also make a martyr of
Brigham Young. ‘Who dares to say the contrary ?”

No one ventured to gainsay the missionary, whose excited
tone contrasted curiously with his naturally calm visage. No
doubt his anger arose from the hardships to which the Mormons
were actually subjected. The government had just succeeded,
with some difficulty, in reducing these independent fanatics to
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its rule. It had made itself master of Utah, and subjected that
territory to the laws of the Union, after imprisoning Brigham
Young on a charge of rebellion and polygamy. The disciples
of the prophet had since redoubled their efforts, and resisted,
by words at least, the authority of Congress. Elder Hitch, as
is seen, was trying to ‘make proselytes on the very railway
trains. ;

Then, emphasizing his words with his loud voice and frequent
gestures, he related the history of the Mormons from Biblical
times: how that, in Israel, a Mormon prophet of the tribe of
Joseph published the annals of the new religion, and bequeathed
them to his son Morom ; how, many centuries later, a transla-
tion of this precious book, which was written in Egyptian, was
made by Joseph Smith, Junior, a Vermont farmer, who revealed
himself as a mystical prophet in 1825 ; and how, in short, the
celestial messenger appeared to him in an illuminated forest,
and gave him the annals of the Lord.

Several of the audience, not being much interested in the
missionary’s narrative, here left the car; but Elder Hitch, con-
tinuing his lecture, related how Smith, Junior, with his father,
two brothers, and a few disciples, founded the church of the
“ Latter Day Saints,” which, adopted not only in America, but
in England, Norway and Sweden, and Germany, counts many
artisans, as well as men engaged in the liberal professions,
among its members; how a colony was established in Ohio,
a temple erected there at a cost of two hundred thousand
dollars, and a town built at Kirkland ; how Smith became an
enterprising banker, and received from a simple mummy show-
man a papyrus scroll written by Abraham and several famous
Egyptians.

The Elder’s story became somewhat wearisome, and his
audience grew gradually less, until it was reduced to twenty
passengers. But this did not disconcert the enthusiast, who
proceeded with the story of Joseph Smith’s bankruptcy in 1837,
and how his ruined creditors gave him a coat of tar and
feathers ; his reappearance some years afterwards, more honour-
able and honoured than ever, at Independence, Missouri, the
chief of a flourishing colony of three thousand disciples, and
his pursuit thence by outraged Gentiles, and retirement into the
far West.

Ten hearers only were now left, among them honest Passe.
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partout, who was listening with all his ears. Thus he learned
that, after long persecutions, Smith reappeared in Illinois, and
in 1839 founded a community at Nauvoo, on the Mississippi,
numbering twenty-five thousand souls, of which he became
mayor, chief justice, and general-in-chief; that he announced
himself, in 1843, as a candidate for the Presidency of the United
States; and that finally, being drawn into ambuscade at
Carthage, he was thrown into prison, and assassinated by a
band of men disguised in masks.

Passepartout was now the only person left in the car, and the
Elder, looking him full in the face, reminded him that, two
years after the assassination of Joseph Smith, the inspired
prophet, Brigham Young, his successor, left Nauvoo for the
banks of the Great Salt Lake, where, in the midst of that fertile
region, directly on the route of the emigrants who crossed Utah
on their way to California, the new colony, thanks to the
polygamy practised by the Mormons, had flourished beyond
expectation.

“ And this,” added Elder William Hitch,—“this is why the
jealousy of Congress has been aroused against us! Why have
the soldiers of the Union invaded the soil of Utah? Why has
Brigham Young, our chief, been imprisoned, in contempt of all
justice? Shall we yield to force? Never! Driven from Ver-
mont, driven from {llinois, driven from Ohio, driven from
Missouri, driven from Utah, we shall yet find some independent
territory on which to plant our tents. And you, my brother,”
continued the Elder, fixing his angry eye upon his single auditor,
“will you not plant yours there, too, under the shadow of our
flag?”

“No!” replied Passepartout courageously, in his turn retiring
from the car, and leaving the Elder to preach to vacancy.

During the lecture the train had been making good progress,
and towards half-past twelve it reached the north-west border of
the Great Salt Lake. Thence the passengers could observe the
vast extent of this interior sea, which is also called the Dead
Sea, and into which flows an American Jordan. It is a pictu-
resque expanse, framed in lofty crags in large strata, encrusted
with white salt,—a superb sheet of water, which was formerly
of larger extent than now, its shores having encroached with
the lapse of time, and thus at once reduced its breadth and
increased its depth.
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The Salt Lake, seventy miles long and thirty-five wide, is
situated three miles eight hundred feet above the sea. Quite
different from Lake Asphaltite, whose depression is twelve
hundred feet below the sea, it contains considerable salt, and
one quarter of the weight of its water is solid matter, its specific
weight being 1170, and, after being distilled, 1000. Fishes are
of course unable to live in it, and those which descend through
the Jordan, the Weber, and other streams, soon perish.

The country around the lake was well cultivated, for the
Mormons are mostly farmers: while ranches and pens for
domesticated animals, fields of wheat, corn, and other cereals,
luxuriant prairies, hedges of wild rose, clumps of acacias and
milk-wort, would have been seen six months later. Now the
ground was covered with a thin powdering of snow.

The train reached Ogden at two o’clock, where it rested for
six hours. Mr. Fogg and his party had time to pay a visit to
Salt Lake City, connected with Ogden by a branch road; and
they spent two hours in this strikingly American town, built on
the pattern of other cities of the Union, like a checker-board,
“with the sombre sadness of right angles,” as Victor Hugo
expresses it. The founder of the City of the Saints could not
escape from the taste for symmetry which distinguishes the
Anglo-Saxons. In this strange country, where the people are
certainly not up to the level of their institutions, everything is
done “squarely,”—cities, houses, and follies.

The travellers, then, were promenading, at three o'clock,
about the streets of the town built between the banks of the
Jordan and the spurs of the Wahsatch Range. They saw few
or no churches, but the prophet’s mansion, the court-house, and
the arsenal, blue-brick houses with verandahs and porches,
surrounded by gardens bordered with acacias, palms, and
locusts. A clay and pebble wall, built in 1853, surrounded the
town; and in the principal street were the market and several
hotels adorned with pavilions. The place did not scem thickly
populated. The streets were almost: deserted, except in the
vicinity of the Temple, which they only reached after having
traversed several quarters surrounded by palisades. There
were many women, which was easily accounted for by the
“peculiar institution” of the Mormons; but it must not be
supposed that all the Mormons are polygamists. They are free
to marry or not, as they please ; but it is worth noting that it is
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mainly the female citizens of Utah who are anxious to marry,
as, according to the Mormon religion, maiden ladies are not
admitted to the possession of its highest joys, These poor
creatures seemed to be neither well off nor happy. Some—the
more well-to-do, no doubt—wore short, open black silk dresses,
under a hood or modest shawl; others were habited in Indian
fashion.

Passepartout could not behold without a certain fright these
women, charged, in groups, with conferring happiness on a
single Mormon. His common sense pitied, above all, the hus-
band. It seemed to him a terrible thing to have to guide so
many wives at once across the vicissitudes of life, and to con-
duct them, as it were, in a body to the Mormon paradise, with
the prospect of seeing them in the company of the glorious
Smith, who doubtless was the chief ornament of that delightful
place, to all eternity. He felt decidedly repelled from such a
vocation, and he imagined—perhaps he was mistaken—that the
fair ones of Salt Lake City cast rather alarming glances on his
person. Happily, his stay there was but brief. At four the
party found themselves again at the station, took their places in
the train, and the whistle sounded for starting. Just at the
moment, however, that the locomotive wheels began to move,
cries of “ Stop !. stop !” were heard.

Trains, like time and tide, stop for no one. The gentleman
who uttered the cries was evidently a belated Mormon. He
was breathless with running. Happily for him, the station had
neither gates nor barriers. He rushed along the track, jumped
on the rear platform of the train, and fell exhausted into one of
the seats.

Passepartout, who had been anxiously watching this amateur
gymnast, approached him with lively interest, and learned that
he had taken flight after an unpleasant domestic scene.

When the Mormon had recovered his breath, Passepartout
ventured to ask him politely how many wives he had, for, from
the manner in which he had decamped, it might be thought that
he had twenty at least.

“One, sir,” replied the Mormon, raising his arms heavenward,
—‘ one, and that was enough !”
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CHAPTER XXVIII.

IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT DOES NOT SUCCEED IN MAKING
ANYBODY LISTEN TO REASON.

THE train, on leaving Great Salt Lake at Ogden, passed north-
ward for an hour as far as Weber River, having completed
nearly nine hundred miles from San Francisco. From this
point it took an easterly direction towards the jagged Wahsatch
Mountains. It was in the section included between this range
and the Rocky Mountains that the American engineers found
the most formidable difficulties in laying the road, and that the
government granted a subsidy of forty-eight thousand dollars
per mile, instead of sixteen thousand allowed for the work done
on the plains. But the engineers, instead of violating nature,
avoided its difficulties by winding around, instead of penetrating
the rocks. One tunnel only, fourteen thousand feet in length,
was pierced in order to arrive at the great basin.

The track up to this time had reached its highest elevation at
the Great Salt Lake. From this point it described a long
curve, descending towards Bitter Creek Valley, to rise again to
the dividing ridge of the waters between the Atlantic and the
Pacific. There were many creeks in this mountainous region,
and it was necessary to cross Muddy Creek, Green Creek, and
others, upon culverts.

Passepartout grew more and more impatient as they went on,
while Fix longed to get out of this difficult region, and was more
anxious than Phileas Fogg himself to be beyond the danger of
delays and accidents, and set foot on English soil.

At ten o’clock at night the train stopped at Fort Bridger
station, and twenty minutes later entered Wyoming Territory,
following the valley of Bitter Creek throughout. The next day,
December 7th, they stopped for an quarter of an hour at Green
River station. Snow had fallen abundantly during the night,
but, being mixed with rain, it had half melted, and did not
interrupt their progress. The bad weather, however, annoyed
Passepartout ; for the accumulation of snow, by blocking the
wheels of the cars, would certainly have been fatal to Mr.
Foge’s tour. :
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“ What an idea!” he said to himself. “Why did my master
make this journey in winter? Couldn’t he have waited for the
good season to increase his chances ?”

While the worthy Frenchman was absorbed in the state of
the sky and the depression of the temperature, Aouda was
experiencing fears from a totally different cause.

Several passengers had got off at Green River, and were walk-
ing up and down the platforms ; and among these Aouda recog-
nized Colonel Stamp Proctor, the same who had so grossly
insulted Phileas Fogg at the San Francisco meeting. Not
wishing to be recognized, the young woman drew back from the
window, feeling much alarm at her discovery. She was attached
to the man who, however coldly, gave her daily evidences of the
most absolute devotion. She did not comprehend, perhaps, the
depth of the sentiment with which her protector inspired her,
which she called gratitude, but which, though she was uncon-
scious of it, was really more than that. Her heart sank within
her when she recognized the man whom Mr. Fogg desired,
sooner or later, to call to account for his conduct. Chance
alone, it was clear, had brought Colonel Proctor on this train ;
but there he was, and it was necessary, at all hazards, that
Phileas Fogg should not perceive his adversary.

Aouda seized a moment when Mr. Fogg was asleep, to tell
Fix and Passepartout whom she had seen.

“That Proctor on this train!” cried Fix. “Well, reassure
yourself, madam ; before he settles with Mr. Fogg, he has got
to deal with me! It seems to me that I was the more insulted
of the two.”

“And besides,’ added Passepartout, “I'll take charge of him,
colonel as he is.”

“ Mr, Fix,” resumed Aouda, “ Mr. Fogg will allow no one to
avenge him. He said that he would come back to America to
find this man. Should he perceive Colonel Proctor, we could
not prevent a collision which might have terrible results. He
must not see him.”

“You are right, madam,” replied Fix; “a meeting between
them might ruin all. Whether he were victorious or beaten,
Mr. Fogg would be delayed, and—”

“And,” added Passepartout, “that would play the game of
the gentlemen of the Reform Club. In four days we shall be
in New York Well, if my master does not leave this car during
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those four days, we may hope that chance will not bring him
face to face with this confounded American. We must, if
possible, prevent his stirring out of it.”

The conversation dropped. Mr. Fogg had just woke up, and
was looking out of the window. Soon after Passepartout, with-
out being heard by his master or Aouda, whispered to the
detective, “would you really fight for him ?”

“JT would do anything,” replied Fix, in a tone which betrayed
determined will, “to get him back, living, to Europe !”

Passepartout felt something like a shudder shoot through his
frame, but his confidence in his master remained unbroken.

Was there any means of detaining Mr. Fogg in the car, to
avoid a meeting between him and the colonel? It ought not to
be a difficult task, since that gentleman was naturally sedentary
and little curious. The detective, at least, seemed to have
found a way; for, after a few moments, he said to Mr. Fogg,
“ These are long and slow hours, sir, that we are passing on the
railway.”

“Yes,” replied Mr. Fogg ; “ but they pass.”

“ You were in the habit of playing whist,” resumed Fix, “on
the steamers.”

“Yes; but it would be difficult to do so here. I have neither
cards nor partners.”

“Oh, but we can easily buy some cards, for they are sold
on all the American trains. And as for partners, if madam
plays—”

“Certainly, sir,” Aouda quickly replied ; “I understand whist.
It is part of an English education.”

“T myself have some pretensions to playing a good game.
Well, here are three of us, and a dummy—”

“As you please, sir,” replied Phileas Fogg, heartily glad to
yesume his favourite pastime,—even on the railway.

Passepartout was despatched in search of the steward, and
soon returned with two packs of cards, some pins, counters, and
a shelf covered with cloth.

The game commenced. Aouda understood whist sufficiently
well, and even received some compliments on her playing from
Mr. Fogg. As for the detective, he was simply an adept, and
worthy of being matched against his present opponent.

“Now,” thought Passepartout, “we've got him. He won't
budge.”

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At eleven in the morning the train had reached the dividing
ridge of the waters at Bridger Pass, seven thousand five
hundred and twenty-four fect above the level of the sea, one of
the highest points attained -by the track in crossing the Rocky
Mountains. After going about two hundred miles, the travellers
at last found themselves on one of those vast plains which
extend to the Atlantic, and which nature has made so propitious
for laying the iron road.

On the declivity of the Atlantic basin the first streams,
branches of the North Platte River, already appeared. The
whole northern and eastern horizon was bounded by the immense
semicircular curtain which is formed by the southern portion of
the Rocky Mountains, the highest being Laramie Peak. Between
this and the railway extended vast plains, plentifully irrigated.
On the right rose the lower spurs of the mountainous mass which
extends southward to the sources of the Arkansas River, one of
the great tributaries of the Missouri.

At half-past twelve the travellers caught sight for an instant
of Fort Halleck, which commands that section; and ina few
more hours the Rocky Mountains were crossed. There was
reason to hope, then, that no accident would mark the journey
through this difficult country. The snow had ceased falling,
and the air became crisp and cold. Large birds, frightened by
the locomotive, rose and flew off in the distance. No wild
beast. appeared on the plain. It was a desert in its vast
nakedness. ‘

After a comfortable breakfast, served in the car, Mr. Fog¢
and his partners had just resumed whist, when a violent whist-
ling was heard, and the train stopped. Passepartout put his
head out of the door, but saw nothing to cause the delay; no
station was in view.

Aouda and Fix feared that Mr. Fogg might take it into his
head to get out; but that gentleman contented himself with
saying to his servant, “See what is the matter.”

Passepartout rushed out of the car. Thirty or forty pas-
sengers had already descended, amongst them Colonel Stamp
Proctor.

The train had stopped before a red signal which blocked the
way. The engineer and conductor were talking excitedly with
a signal-man, whom the station-master at Medicine Bow, the
next stopping place, had sent on before. The passengers drew
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around and took part in the discussion, in which Colonel Proctor,
with his insolent manner, was conspicuous.

Passepartout, joining the group, heard the signal-man say,
“No! you can’t pass! The bridge at Medicine Bow is shaky,
and would not bear the weight of the train.”

This was a suspension-bridge thrown over some rapids, about
a mile from the place where they now were. According to the
signal-man, it was in a ruinous condition, several of the iron
wires being broken ; and it was impossible to risk the passage.
He did not in any way exaggerate the condition of the bridge.
It may be taken for granted that, rash as the Americans usually
are, when they are prudent there is good reason for it.

Passepartout, not daring to apprise his master of what he
heard, listened with set teeth, immovable as a statue.

“Hum !” cried Colonel Proctor ; “but we are not going to
stay here, I imagine, and take root in the snow?”

“Colonel,” replied the conductor, “we have telegraphed to
Omaha for a train, but it is not likely that it will reach Medicine
Bow in less than six hours.”

“Six hours!” cried Passepartout.

“ Certainly,” returned the conductor. “ Besides, it will take
us as long as that to reach Medicine Bow on foot.”

“But it is only a mile from here,” said one of the passengers.

“Yes, but it’s on the other side of the river.”

* And can’t we cross that in a boat?” asked the colonel.

“That’s impossible. The creek is swelled by the rains. It
is a rapid, and we shall have to make a circuit of ten miles to
the north to find a ford.”

The colonel launched a volley of oaths, denouncing the
railway company and the conductor; and Passepartout, who
was furious, was not disinclined to make common cause with
him. Here was an obstacle, indeed, which all his master’s
bank-notes could not remove.

There was a general disappointment among the passengers,
who, without reckoning the delay, saw themselves compelled .to
trudge fifteen miles over a plain covered with snow. They
grumbled and protested, and would certainly have thus attracted
Phileas Foge’s attention, if he had not been completely absorbed
in his game.

Passepartout found that he coutd not avoid telling his master
what had occurred, and, with hanging head he was turning

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towards the car, when the engineer—a true Yankee, named
Forster—called out, “ Gentleman, perhaps there is a way, after
all, to get over.” ,

“On the bridge ?” asked a passenger.

“ On the bridge.”

“With our train ?”

“ With our train.”

Passepartout stopped short, and eagerly listened to the
engineer,

“ But the bridge is unsafe,” urged the conductor.

“No matter,” replied Forster; “I think that by putting on
the very highest speed we might have a chance of getting
over.”

“The devil!” muttered Passepartout.

But a number of the passengers were at once attracted by
the engineer’s proposal, and Colonel Proctor was especially
delighted, and found the plan a very feasible one. He told
stories about engineers leaping their trains over rivers without
bridges, by putting on full steam; and many of those present
avowed themselves of the engineer’s mind.

“We have fifty chances out of a hundred of getting over,”
said one,

“Eighty! ninety !”

Passepartout was astounded, and, though ready to attempt
anything to get over Medicine Creek, thought the experiment
proposed a little too American. ‘“‘Eesides,” thought he, “there’s
a still more simple way, and it does not even occur to any of
these people! Sir,” said he aloud to one of the passengers,
“the engineer’s plan seems to me a little dangerous, but—”

“Eighty chances!” replied the passenger, turning his back on
him.

“T know it,” said Passepartout, turning to another passenger,
“but a simple idea—”

“Tdeas are no use,” returned the American, shrugging his
shoulders, “as the engineer assures us that we can pass.”

“ Doubtless,” urged Passepartout, “we can pass, but perhaps
it would be more prudent—”

“What! Prudent!” cried Colonel Proctor, whom this word
seemed to excite prodigiously. “ At full speed, don’t you see, at
full speed !”

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THE BRIDGE, COMPLETELY RUINED, FELL WITH A CRASH,
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not more prudent, since that word displeases you, at least more
natural—”

“Who? What! What's the matter with this fellow?” cried
several.

The poor fellow did not know to whom to address himself.

“ Are you afraid?” asked Colonel Proctor.

“T afraid! Very well; I will show these people that a
Frenchman can be as American as they !”

“ All aboard!” cried the conductor.

“Yes, all aboard!” repeated Passepartout, and immediately.
“But they can’t prevent me from thinking that it would be
more natural for us to cross the bridge on foot, and let the train
come after !”

But no one heard this sage reflection, nor would any one
have acknowledged its justice. The passengers resumed their
places in the cars. Passepartout took his seat without telling
what had passed. The whist-players were quite absorbed in
their game.

The locomotive whistled vigorously ; the engineer, reversing
the steam, backed ‘the train for nearly a mile—retiring, like a
jumper, in order to take a longer leap. Then, with another
whistle, he began to move forward; the train increased its
speed, and soon its rapidity became frightful; a prolonged
screcch issued from the locomotive; the piston worked up and
down twenty strokes to the second. They perceived that the
whole train, rushing on at the rate of a hundred miles an hour,
hardly bore upon the rails at all.

And they passed over! It was like a flash. No one saw the
bridge. The train leaped, so to speak, from one bank to the
other, and the engineer could not stop it until it had gone five
miles beyond the station. But scarcely had the train passed
the river, when the bridge, completely ruined, fell with a crash
into the rapids of Medicine Bow.

CHAPTER XXIX.

IN WHICH CERTAIN INCIDENTS ARE NARRATED WHICH ARE
ONLY TO BE MET WITH ON AMERICAN RAILROADS.

THE train pursued its course, that evening, without interruption,
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passing Fort Saunders, crossing Cheyne Pass, and reaching
Evans Pass. The road here attained the highest elevation of
the journey, eight thousand and ninety-one feet above the level
of the sea. The travellers had now only to descend to the
Atlantic by limitless plains, levelled by nature. A branch of
the “ grand trunk” led off southward to Denver, the capital of
Colorado. The country round about is rich in gold and silver,
and more than fifty thousand inhabitants are already settled there.

Thirteen hundred and eighty-two miles had been passed over
from San Francisco, in three days and three nights; four days
and nights more would probably bring them to New York.
Phileas Fogg was not as yet behindhand.

During the night Camp Walbach was passed on the left ;
Lodge Pole Creek ran parallel with the road, marking the
boundary between the territories of Wyoming and Colorado.
They entered Nebraska at eleven, passed near Sedgwick, and
touched at Julesburg, on the southern branch of the Platte
River.

It was here that the Union Pacific Railroad was inaugurated
on the 23rd of October, 1867, by the chief engineer, General
Dodge. Two powerful locomotives, carrying nine cars of
invited guests, amongst whom was Thomas C. Durant, vice-
president of the road, stopped at this point ; cheers were given,
the Sioux and Pawnees performed an imitation Indian battle,
fireworks were let off, and the first number of the Raz/way
Pioneer was printed by a press brought on the train. Thus was
celebrated the inauguration of this great railroad, a mighty
instrument of progress and civilization, thrown across the
desert, and destined to link together cities and towns which do
not yet exist. The whistle of the locomotive, more powerful
than Amphion’s lyre, was about to bid them rise from American
soil.

Fort McPherson was left behind at eight in the morning,
and three hundred and fifty-seven miles had yet to be traversed
before reaching Omaha. The road followed the capricious
windings of the southern branch of the Platte River, on its left
bank. At nine the train stopped at the important town of
North Platte, built between the two arms of the river, which
rejoin each other around it and form a single artery,—a large
tributary whose waters empty into the Missouri a little above
Omaha,
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The one hundred and first meridian was passed.

Mr. Fogg and his partners had resumed their game; no one
—not even the dummy—complained of the Sength of the trip.
Fix had begun by winning several guineas, which he seemed
likely to lose; but he showed himself a not less eager whist-
player than Mr. Fogg. During the morning, chance distinctly
favoured that gentleman. Trumps and honours were showered
upon his hands,

Once, having resolved on a bold stroke, he was on the point
of playing a spade, when a voice behind him said, “I should
play a diamond.”

Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Fix raised their heads, and beheld
Colonel Proctor.

Stamp Proctor and Phileas Fogg recognized each other at
once.

“Ah! it’s you, is it, Englishman?” cried the colonel; “it’s
you who are going to play a spade !”

“And who plays it,” replied Phileas Fogg coolly, throwing
down the ten of spades.

“Well, it pleases me to have it diamonds,” replied Colonel
Proctor, in an insolent tone.

He made a movement as if to seize the card which had
just been played, adding, “You don’t understand anything
about whist.”

“ Perhaps I do, as well as another,” said Phileas Fogg,
rising.

“You have only to try, son of John Bull,” replied the
colonel.

Aouda turned pale, and her blood ran cold. She seized Mr.
Fogg’s arm, and gently pulled him back. Passepartout was
ready to pounce upon the American, who was staring insolently
at his opponent. But Fix got up, and going to Colonel Proctor,
said, “ You forget that it is I with whom you have to deal, sir;
for it was I whom you not only insulted, but struck! ”

“Mr, Fix,” said Mr. Fogg, “pardon me, but this affair is
mine, and mine only. The colonel has again insulted me, by
insisting that I should not play a spade, and he shall give me
satisfaction for it.”

“ When and where you will,” replied the American, “and
with whatever weapon you choose.”

Aouda in vain attempted to retain Mr. Fogg ; as vainly did
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the detective endeavour to make the quarrel his. Passepartout
wished to throw the colonel out of the window, but a sign from
his master checked him. Phileas Fogg left the car, and the
American followed him upon the platform.

“ Sir,” said Mr. Fogg to his adversary, “I am ina great
hurry to get back to Europe, and any delay whatever will be
greatly to my disadvantage.” |
“ Well, what’s that to me?” replied Colonel Proctor. !

“Sir,” said Mr. Fogg, very politely, “after our meeting at
San Francisco, I determined to return to America and find you
as soon as I had completed the business which called me to
England.”

“ Really !”

“Will you appoint a meeting for six months hence?”

“Why not ten years hence?”

“T say six months,” returned Phileas ogg, “and I shall be:
at the place of meeting promptly.”

“ All this is an evasion!” cried Stamp Proctor. “ Now ori
never !”

“Very good. You are going to New York?”

cc No.”

“To Chicago?”

6c No.”

“To Omaha?”

“What difference is it to you? Do you know Plum
Creek ?”

“ No,” replied Mr. Fogg.

“It’s the next station. The train will be there in an hour,
and will stop there ten minutes. In ten minutes several revolver-
shots could be exchanged.” :

“Very well,” said Mr. Fogg. “1 will stop at Plum
Creek.”

“And I guess you'll stay there too,” added the American
insolently.

“Who knows?” replied Mr. Fogg, returning to the car as
coolly as usual. He began to reassure Aouda, telling her that
blusterers were never to be feared, and begged Fix to be his
second at the approaching duel, a request which the detective
could not refuse. Mr, Fogg resumed the interrupted game with
perfect calmness.

At eleven o’clock the locomotive’s whistle announced that they
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were approaching Plum Creck station. Mr. Fogg rose, and,
followed by Fix, went out upon the platform. Passepartout
accompanied him, carrying a pair of revolvers. Aouda remained
in the car, as pale as death.

The door of the next car opened, and Colonel Proctor appeared
on the platform, attended. by a Yankee of his own stamp as his
second. But just as the combatants were about to step from
the train, the conductor hurried up, and shouted, “You can’t
get off gentlemen!”

“Why not?” asked the colonel.

“We are twenty minutes late, and we shall not stop.”

“ But I am going to fight a duel with this gentleman.”

“Tam sorry,” said the conductor, “but we shall be off at
once. “ There’s the bell ringing now.”

The train started.

“Tm really very sorry, gentlemen,” said the conductor.
“Under any other circumstances I should have been happy to
oblige you. But, after all, as you have not had time to fight
here, why not fight as we go along?”

“That wouldn’t be convenient, perhaps, for this gentleman,”
said the‘colonel, in a jeering tone.

“Tt would be perfectly so,” replied Phileas Fogg.

“ Well, we are really in America,” thought Passepartout, “and
the conductor is a gentleman of the first order !”

So muttering, he followed his master,

The two combatants, their seconds, and the conductor passed
through the cars to the rear of the train. The last car was only
occupied by a dozen passengers, whom the conductor politely
asked if they would not be so kind as to leave it vacant for a
few moments, as two gentlemen had an affair of honour to
settle. The passengers granted the request with alacrity, and
straightway disappeared on the platform.

The car, which was some fifty feet long, was very convenient
for their purpose. The adversaries might march on each other
in the aisle, and fire at their ease. Never was duel more easily
arranged. Mr. Fogg and Colonel Proctor, each provided with
two six-barrelled revolvers, entered the car. The seconds,
remaining outside, shut them in. They were to begin firing at
the first whistle of the locomotive. After an interval of two
minutes, what remained of the two gentlemen would be taken
from the car.
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Nothing could be more simple. Indeed, it was all so simple
that Fix and Passepartout felt their hearts beating as if they
would crack. They were listening for the whistle agreed upon,
when suddenly savage cries resounded in the air, accompanied
by reports which certainly did not issue from the car where the
duellists were. The reports continued in front and the whole
length of the train. Cries of terror proceeded from the interior
of the cars.

Colonel Proctor and Mr. Fogg, revolvers in hand, hastily
quitted their prison, and rushed forward where the noise was
most clamorous. They then perceived that the train was attacked
by a band of Sioux.

This was not the first attempt of these daring Indians, for
more than once they had waylaid trains on the road. A hundred
of them had, according to their habit, jumped upon the steps
without stopping the train, with the ease of a clown mounting a
horse at full gallop.

The Sioux were armed with guns, from which came the
reports, to which the passengers, who were almost all armed,
responded by revolver-shots.

The Indians had first mounted the engine, and half stunned
the engineer and stoker with blows from their muskets. A
Sioux chief, wishing to stop the train, but not knowing how to
work the 1egulator, had opened wide instead of closing the
steam-valve, and the locomotive was plunging forward with
terrific velocity.

The Sioux had at the same time invaded the cars, skipping
like enraged monkeys over the roofs, thrusting open the doors,
and fighting hand to hand with the passengers. Penetrating
the baggage-car, they pillaged it, throwing the trunks out of the
train. The cries and shots were constant.-

The travellers defended themselves bravely ; some of the cars
were barricaded, and sustained a siege, like moving forts, carried
along at a speed of a hundred miles an ‘hour.

Aouda behaved courageously from the first. She defended
herself, like a true heroine, with a revolver, which she shot
through the broken windows whenever a savage made his ap-
pearance. Twenty Sioux had fallen mortally wounded to the
ground, and the wheels crushed those who fell upon the rails as
if they had been worms. Several passengers, shot or stunned,
lay on the seats.
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It was necessary to put an end to the struggle, which had
lasted for ten minutes, and which would result in the triumph of
the Sioux if the train was not stopped. Fort Kearney station,
where there was a garrison, was only two miles distant; but,
that once passed, the Sioux would be masters of the train
between Fort Kearney and the station beyond.

The conductor was fighting beside Mr. Fogg, when he was
shot and fell. At the same moment he cried, “ Unless the train
is stopped in five minutes, we are lost !”

“It shall be stopped,” said Phileas Fogg, preparing to rush
from the car.

“Stay, monsieur !” cried Passepartout ; “I will go.”

Mr. Fogg had not time to stop the brave fellow, who, opening
a door unperceived by the Indians, succeeded in slipping under
the car ; and while the struggle continued, and the balls whizzed
across each other over his head, he made use of his old acro-
batic experience, and with amazing agility worked his way under
the cars, holding on to the chains, aiding himself by the brakes
and edges of the sashes, creeping from one car to another with
marvellous skill, and thus gaining the forward end of the
train. .

There, suspended by one hand between the baggage-car and
the tender, with the other he loosened the safety chains; but,
owing to the traction, he would never have succeeded in un-
screwing the yoking-bar, had not a violent concussion jolted
this bar out. The train, now detached from the engine, remained
a little behind, whilst the locomotive rushed forward with
increased speed.

Carried on by the force already acquired, the train still moved
for several minutes; but the brakes were worked, and at last
they stopped, less than a hundred feet from Kearney station.

The soldiers of the fort, attracted by the shots, hurried up ;
the Sioux had not expected them, and decamped in a body
before the train entirely stopped.

But when the passengers counted each other on the station
platform several were found missing; among others the cou-
rageous Frenchman, whose devotion had just saved them,
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CHAPTER XXX.
IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG SIMPLY. DOES HIS DUTY.

THREE passengers—including Passepartout—had disappeared.
Had they been killed in the struggle? Were they taken pr
soners by the Sioux? It was impossible to tell.

There were many wounded, but none mortally. Colonel
Proctor was one of‘the most erigasly hurt ; he had fought
bravely, and a ball had entered his groin. He was carried into
the station with the other wounded passengers, to receive such
attention as could be of avail.

Aouda was safe; and Phileas Fogg, who had been in the
thickest of the fight, had not received a scratch. Fix was
slightly wounded in the arm. But Passepartout was not to be
found, and tears coursed down Aouda’s cheeks.

All the passengers had got out of the train, the wheels of
which were stained with blood. From the tires and spokes
hung ragged pieces of flesh. As far as the eye could reach on
the white plain behind, red trails were visible. The last Sioux
were disappearing in the south, along the banks of the Re-
publican River.

Mr. Fogg, with folded arms, remained motionless. He had
a serious decision to make. Aouda, standing near him, looked
at him without speaking, and he understood her look. If his
servant was a prisoner, ought he not to risk everything to rescue
him from the Indians? “1 will find him, living or dead,” said
he quietly to Aouda.

“Ah, Mr.—Mr. Fogg!” cried she, clasping his hands and
covering them with tears.

“ Living,” added Mr. Fogg, “if we do not lose a moment.”

Phileas Fogg, by this resolution, inevitably sacrificed him-
self ; he pronounced his own doom. The delay of a single
day would make him lose the steamer at New York, and his bet
would be certainly lost. But as he thought, “It is my duty,” he
did not hesitate.

The commanding officer at Fort Kearney was there. A
hundred of his soldiers had placed themselves in a position to
defend the station, should the Sioux attack it.

“ Sir,” said Mr. Fogg to the captain, “three passengers have
disappeared,”
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Dead?” asked the captain.

“ Dead or prisoners; that is the uncertainty which must be
solved. Do you propose to pursue the Sioux ?”

“ That’s a serious thing to do, sir,” returned the captain.
“ These Indians may retreat beyond the Arkansas, and I cannot
leave the fort unprotected.” ;

“ The lives of three men are in question, sir,” said Phileas
Fogg.

“Doubtless; but can I risk the lives of fifty men to save
three?”

“I don’t know whether you can, sir ; but you ought to do so.”

“ Nobody here,” returned the other, “has a right to teach me
my duty.”

“Very well,” said Mr. Fogg, coldly. “I will go alone.”

“You, sir!” cried Fix, coming up; “you go alone in pursuit
of the Indians?”

“ Would you have me leave this poor fellow to perish,—him
to whom every one present owes his life? I shall go.”

“No, sir, you shall not go alone,” cried the captain, touched
in spite of himself. “No! you area brave man. Thirty volun-
teers !” he added, turning to the soldiers,

The whole company started forward at once. The captain
had only to pick his men. Thirty were chosen, and an old
sergeant placed at their head.

“Thanks, captain,” said Mr. Fogg.

* Will you let me go with you?” asked Fix.

“Do as you please, sir. But if you wish to do me a favour,
you will remain with Aouda. In case anything should happen
to me—”

A sudden pallor overspread the detective’s face. Separate
himself from the man whom he had so persistently followed
step by step! Leave him to wander about in this desert!
Fix gazed attentively at Mr. Fogg, and, despite his suspicions
and of the struggle which was going on within him, he lowered
his eyes before that calm and frank look.

“T will stay,” said he.

A few moments after, Mr. Fogg pressed the young woman’s
hand, and, having confided to her his precious carpet-bag, went
off with the sergeant and his little squad. But, before going,
he had said to the soldiers, “ My friends, I will divide five thou-
sand dollars among you, if we save the prisoners.”
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1c was then a little past noon.

Aouda retired to a waiting-room, and there she waited alone,
thinking of the simpie and noble generosity, the tranquil courage
of Phileas Fogg. He had sacrificed his fortune, and was now
risking his life, all without hesitation, from duty, in silence.

Fix did not have the same thoughts, and could scarcely con-
ceal his agitation, He walked feverishly up and down the
platform, but soon resumed his outward composure. He now
saw the folly of which he had been guilty in letting Fogg go
alone. What! This man, whom he had just followed around
the world, was permitted now to separate himself from him!
He began to accuse and abuse himself, and, as if he were
director of police, administered to himself a sound lecture for
his greenness.

“T have been an idiot !” he thought, “and this man will see
it, He has gone, and won’t come back! But how is it that I,
Fix, who have in my pocket a warrant for his arrest, have
been so fascinated by him? Decidedly, Iam nothing but a
ass !” :

So reasoned the detective, while the hours crept by all too
slowly. He did not know what to do. Sometimes he was
tempted to tell Aouda all; but he could not doubt how the'
young woman would receive his confidences. What course
should he take? He thought of pursuing Fogg across the vast
white plains ; it did not seem impossible that he might overtake
him. Footsteps were easily printed on the snow! But soon,
under 4 new sheet, every imprint would be effaced.

Fix became discouraged. He felt a sort of insurmountable
longing to abandon the game altogether. He could now leave
Fort Kearney station, and pursue his journey homeward in
peace.

Towards two o’clock in the afternoon, while it was snowing
hard, long whistles were heard approaching from the east. A
great shadow, preceded by a wild light, slowly advanced, appear-
ing still larger through the mist, which gave it a fantastic aspect.
No train was expected from the east, neither had there been
time for the succour asked for by telegraph to arrive; the train
from Omaha to Sea Francisco was not due till the next day.
The mystery was soon explained.

‘The locomotive, which was slowly approaching with deafening
whistles, was that which, having been detached from the train,
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had continued its route with such terrific rapidity, carrying off
the unconscious engineer and stoker. It had run several miles,
when, the fire becoming low for want of fuel, the steam had
slackened; and it had finally stopped an hour after, some
twenty miles beyond Fort Kearney. Neither the engineer nor
the stoker was dead, and, after remaining for some time in their
swoon, had come to themselves. The train had then stopped.
The engineer, when he found himself in the desert, and the
locomotive without cars, understood what had happened. He
could not imagine how the locomotive had become separated
from the train ; but he did not doubt that the train left behind
was in distress.

He did not hesitate what to do. It would be prudent to con-
tinue on to Omaha, for it would be dangerous to return to the
train, which the Indians might still be engaged in pillaging.
Nevertheless, he began to rebuild the fire in the furnace; the
pressure again mounted, and the locomotive returned, running
backwards to Fort Kearney. This it was which was whistling
in the mist. ;

The travellers were glad to see the locomotive resume its
place at the head of the train, They could now continue the
journey so terribly interrupted.

Aouda, on seeing the locomotive come up, hurried out of the
station, and asked the conductor, “Are you going to start?”

“ At once, madam.”

“ But the prisoners—our unfortunate fellow-travellers—”

“JT cannot interrupt the trip,” replied the conductor. “We
are already three hours behind time.”

“And when will another train pass here from San Fran-
cisco ?”

“To-morrow evening, madam.”

“To-morrow evening! But then it will be tco late! We
must wait—”

“Jt is impossible,” responded the conductor. “If you wish
to go, please get in.”

“T will not go,” said Aouda.

Fix had heard this conversation. A little while before, when
there was no prospect of proceeding on the journey, he had
made up his mind to leave Fort Kearney; but now that the
train was there, ready to start, and he had only to take his seat
in the car, an irresistible influence held him back. The station

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platform burned his feet, and he could not stir. The conflict in
his mind again began; anger and failure stifled him. He
wished to struggle on to the end.

Meanwhile the passengers and some of the wounded, among
them Colonel Proctor, whose injuries were serious, had taken
their places in the train. The buzzing of the overheated boiler
was heard, and the steam was escaping from the valves. The
engineer whistled, the train started, and soon disappeared,
mingling its white smoke with the eddies of the densely falling
snow.

The detective had remained behind.

Several hours passed. The weather was dismal, and it was
very cold. Fix sat motionless on a bench in the station; he
might have been thought asleep. Aouda, despite the storm,
kept coming out of the waiting-room, going to the end of the
platform, and peering through the tempest of snow, as if to
pierce the mist which narrowed the horizon around her, and to
hear, if possible, some welcome sound. She heard and saw
nothing. Then she would return, chilled through, to issue out
again after the lapse of a few moments, but always in vain.

Evening came, and the little band had not returned. Where
could they be? Had they found the Indians, and were they
having a conflict with them, or were they still wandering amid
the mist? The commander of the fort was anxious, though he
tried to conceal his apprehensions. As night approached, the
snow fell less plentifully, but it became intensely cold. Absolute
silence rested on the plains. Neither flight of bird nor passing
of beast troubled the perfect calm.

Throughout the night Aouda, full of sad forebodings, her
heart stifled with anguish, wandered about on the verge of the
plains. Her imagination carried her far off, and showed her
innumerable dangers. What she suffered through the long
hours it would be impossible to describe.

Fix remained stationary in the same place, but did not sleep.
Once a man approached and spoke to him, and the detective
merely replied by shaking his head.

Thus the night passed. At dawn, the half-extinguished disk
of the sun rose above a misty horizon; but it was now possible
to recognize objects two miles off. Phileas Fogg and the squad
had gone southward ; in the south all was still vacancy. It was
then seven o’clock.
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The captain, who was really alarmed, did not know what
course to take. Should he send another detachment to the
rescue of the first? Should he sacrifice more men, with so few
chances of saving those already sacrificed? His hesitation did
not last long, however. Calling one of his lieutenants, he was
on the point of ordering a reconnoissance, when gunshots were
heard. Was it a signal? The soldiers rushed out of the fort,
and half a mile off they perceived a little band returning in good
order.

Mr. Fogg was marching at their head, and just behind him
were Passepartout and the other two travellers, rescued from
the Sioux.

They had met and fought the Indians ten miles south of Fort
Kearney. Shortly before the detachment arrived, Passepartout
and his companions had begun to struggle with their captors,
three of whom the Frenchman had felled with his fists, when his
master and the soldiers hastened up to their relief.

All were welcomed with joyful cries. Phileas Fogg dis+
tributed the reward he had promised to the soldiers, while
Passepartout, not without reason, muttered to himself, “It must
certainly be confessed that I cost my master dear !”

Fix, without saying a word, looked at Mr. Fogg, and it would
have been difficult to analyze the thoughts which struggled
within him. As for Aouda, she took her protector’s hand and
pressed it in her own, too much moved to speak.

Meanwhile, Passepartout was looking about for the train ; he
thought he should find it there, ready to start for Omaha, and
he hoped that the time lost might be regained.

“The train ! the train!” cried he.

“ Gone,” replied Fix.

“ And when does the next train pass here ?” asked Phileas Fogg.

“Not till this evening.”

“Ah!” returned the impassible gentleman quietly.

CHAPTER XXXI.

IN WHICH FIX THE DETECTIVE CONSIDERABLY FURTHERS
THE INTERESTS OF PHILEAS FOGG.

PHILEAS Focc found himself twenty hours behind time,
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Passepartout, the involuntary cause of this delay, was desperate.
He had ruined his master !

At this moment the detective approached Mr. Fogg, and,
looking him intently in the face, said,—

“ Seriously, sir, are you in great haste ?”

“ Quite seriously.”

“T have a purpose in asking,” resumed Fix. “Is it abso-
lutely necessary that you should be in New York on the 1sth,
before nine o’clock in the evening, the time that the steamer
leaves for Liverpool ?”

“It is absolutely necessary.”

“And, if your journey had not been interrupted by these
Indians, you would have reached New York on the morning or
the 11th?”

“Yes ; with eleven hours to spare before the steamer left.”

“Good! you are therefore twenty hours behind. Twelve
from twenty leaves eight. You must regain eight hours. Do
you wish to try to do so?”

“On foot?” asked Mr. Fogg.

“No; ona sledge,” replied Fix. “On a sledge with sails.
A man has proposed such a method to ime.”

It was the man who had spoken to Fix during the night, and
whose offer he had refused.

Phileas Fogg did not reply at once; but Fix having pointed
out the man, who was walking up and down in front of the
station, Mr. Fogg went up to him. An instant after, Mr. Fogg
and the American, whose name was Mudge, entered a hut built
just below the fort.

There Mr. Fogg examined a curious vehicle, a kind of frame
on two long beams, a little raised in front like the runners of a
sledge, and upon which there was room for five or six persons.
A high mast was fixed on the frame, held firmly by metallic
lashings, to which was attached a large brigantine sail. This
mast held an iron stay upon which to hoist a jib-sail. Behind,
a sort of rudder served to guide the vehicle. It was, in short, a
sledge rigged like a sloop. During the winter, when the trains
are blocked up by the snow, these sledges make extremely rapid
journeys across the frozen plains from one station to another.
Provided with more sail than a cutter, and with the wind behind
them, they slip over the surface of the prairies with a speed
equal if not superior to that of the express trains.
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My. Fogg readily made a bargain with the owner of this land-
craft. The wind was favourable, being fresh, and blowing from
the west. The snow had hardened, and Mudge was very confi-
dent of being able to transport Mr. Fogg in a few hours to
Omaha. Thence the trains eastward run frequently to Chicago
and New York. It was not impossible that the lost time might
yet be recovered; and such an opportunity was not to be
rejected. :

Not wishing to expose Aouda to the discomforts of travelling
in the open air, Mr. Fogg proposed to leave her with Passepar-
tout at Fort Kearney, the servant taking upon himself to escort
her to Europe by a better route and under more favourable
conditions. But Aouda refused to separate from Mr. Fogg,
and Passepartout was delighted with her decision ; for nothing
could induce him to leave his master while Fix was with him.

“It would be difficult to guess the detective’s thoughts. Was
his conviction shaken by Phileas Fogg’s return, or did he still
regard him as an exceedingly shrewd rascal, who, his journey
round the world completed, would think himself absolutely safe
in England? Perhaps Fix’s opinion of Phileas Fogg was some-
what modified ; but he was nevertheless resolved to do his duty,
and to hasten the return of the whole party to England as much
as possible.

At eight o’clock the sledge was ready to start. The passen-
gers took their places on it, and wrapped themselves up closely
in their travelling-cloaks, The two great sails were hoisted, and
under the pressure of the wind the sledge slid over the hardened
snow with a velocity of forty miles an hour.

The distance between Fort Kearney and Omaha, as the birds
fly, is at most two hundred miles. If the wind held good, the
distance might be traversed in five hours; if no accident hap-
pened, the sledge might reach Omaha by one o’clock.

What a journey! The travellers, huddled close together,
could not speak for the cold, intensified by the rapidity at which
they were going. The sledge sped on as lightly as a boat over
the waves. When the breeze came, skimming the earth, the
sledge seemed to be lifted off the ground by its sails. Mudge,
who was at the rudder, kept in a straight line, and by a turn of
hhis hand checked the lurches which the vehicle had a tendency
to make. All the sails were up, and the jib was so arranged as
not to screen the brigantine. A topmast was hoisted, and
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another jib, held out to the wind, added its force to the other
sails. Although the speed could not be exactly estimated, the
sledge could not be going at less than forty miles an hour.

“If nothing breaks,” said Mudge, “we shall get there!”

Mr. Fogg had made it for Mudge’s interest to reach Omaha
within the time agreed on, by the offer of a handsome
reward.

The prairie, across which the sledge was moving in a straight
line, was as flat as a sea. It seemed like a vast frozen lake.
The railroad which ran through this section ascended from the
south-west to the north-west by Great Island, Columbus, an
important Nebraska town, Schuyler, and Fremont, to Omaha,
It followed throughout the right bank of the Platte River. The
sledge, shortening this route, took the chord of the arc described
by the railway. Mudge was not afraid of being stopped by the
Platte River, because it was frozen. The road, then, was
quite clear of obstacles, and Phileas Fogg had but two things
to fear,—an accident to the sledge, and a change or calm in the
wind.

But the breeze, far from lessening its force, blew as if to bend
the mast, which, however, the metallic lashings held firmly.
These lashings, like the chords of a stringed instrument,
resounded as if vibrated by a violin bow. The sledge slid
along in the midst of a plaintively intense melody.

“Those chords give the fifth and the octave,” said Mr. Fogg.

These were the only words he uttered during the journey.
Aouda, cosily packed in furs and cloaks, was sheltered as much
as possible from the attacks of the freezing wind. As for
Passepartout, his face was as red as the sun’s disk when it sets
in the mist, and he laboriously inhaled the biting air. With his
natural buoyancy of spirits, he began to hope again. They
would reach New York on the evening, if not on the morning, of
the 11th, and there were still some chances that it would be
before the steamer sailed for Liverpool.

Passepartout even felt a strong desire to grasp his ally, Fix,
by the hand. He remembered that it was the detective who
procured the sledge, the only means of reaching Omaha in
time; but, checked by some presentiment, he kept his usual
reserve. One thing, however, Passepartout would never forget,
and that was the sacrifice which Mr. Fogg had made, without
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his fortune and his life. No! His servant would never forget
that!

While each of the party was absorbed in reflections so
different, the sledge flew fast over the vast carpet of snow. The
creeks it passed over were not perceived. Fields and streams
disappeared under the uniform whiteness. The plain was
absolutely deserted. Between the Union Pacific road and the
branch which unites Kearney with Saint Joseph it formed a
great uninhabited island. Neither village, station, nor fort
appeared. From time to time they sped by some phantom-like
tree, whose white skeleton twisted and rattled in the wind.
Sometimes flocks of wild birds rose, or bands of gaunt, famished,
ferocious prairie-wolves ran howling after the sledge. Passe-
partout, revolver in hand, held himself ready to fire on those
which came too near. Had an accident then happened to the
sledge, the travellers, attacked by these beasts, would have been
in the most terrible danger ; but it held on its even course, soon.
gained on the wolves, and ere long left the howling band at a
safe distance behind.

About noon Mudge perceived by certain landmarks that he
was crossing the Platte River. He said nothing, but he felt
certain that he was now within twenty miles of Omaha. In
less than an hour he left the rudder and furled his sails,
whilst the sledge, carried forward by the great impetus the
wind had given it, went on half a mile farther with its sails
unspread.

It stopped at last, and Mudge, pointing to a mass of roofs
white with snow, said, “ We have got there !”

Arrived! Arrived at the station which is in daily communi-
cation, by numerous trains, with the Atlantic seaboard !

Passepartout and Fix jumped off, stretched their stiffened
limbs, and aided Mr. Fogg and the young woman to descend
from the sledge. Phileas Fogg generously rewarded Mudge,
whose hand Passepartout warmly grasped, and the party directed
their steps to the Omaha railway station.

The Pacific Railroad proper finds its terminus at this i impor-
tant Nebraska town. Omaha is connected with Chicago by the
Chicago and Rock Island Railroad, which runs directly east,
and passes fifty stations.

A train was ready to start when Mr. Fogg and his party
reached the station, and they only had time to get into the cars,
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They had seen nothing of Omaha; but Passepartout confessed
to himself that this was not to be regretted, as they were not
travelling to see the sights.

The train passed rapidly across the State of Iowa, by Council
Bluffs, Des Moines, and Iowa City. During the night it crossed
the Mississippi at Davenport, and by Rock Island entered
Illinois. The next day, which was the roth, at four in the
evening, it reached Chicago, already risen from its ruins, and
more proudly seated than ever on the borders of its beautiful
Lake Michigan.

Nine hundred miles separated Chicago from New York; but
trains are not wanting at Chicago. Mr. Fogg passed at once
from one to the other, and the locomotive of the Pittsburg, Fort
Wayne, and Chicago Railway left at full speed, as if it fully
comprehended that that gentleman had no time to lose. It
traversed Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey like a
flash, rushing through towns with antique names, some of
which had streets and car-tracks, but as yet no houses. At
last the Hudson came into view; and at a quarter-past eleven
in the evening of the 11th, the train stopped in the station on
the right bank of the river, before the very pier of the Cunard
line.

The “China,” for Liverpool, had started three quarters of an
hour before!

CHAPTER XXXII.

IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG ENGAGES IN A DIRECT STRUGGLE
WITH BAD FORTUNE,

THE “China,” in leaving, seemed to have carried off Phileas
Fogg’s last hope. None of the other steamers were able to
serve his projects. The “ Pereire,” of the French Transatlantic
Company, whose admirable steamers are equal to any in speed
and comfort, did not leave until the 14th ; the Hamburg boats
did not go directly to Liverpool or London, but to Havre; and
the additional trip from Havre to Southampton would ‘render
Phileas Fogg’s last efforts of no avail. The Inman steamer did
not depart till the next day, and could not cross the Atlantic in
time to save the wager.
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Mr, Fogg learned all this in consulting his “ Bradshaw,”
which gave him the daily movements of the transatlantic
steamers.

Passepartout was crushed; it overwhelmed him to lose the
boat by three quarters of an hour. It was his fault, for, instead
of helping his master, he had not ceased putting obstacles in
his path! And when he recalled all the incidents of the tour,
when he counted up the sums expended in pure loss and on his
own account, when he thought that the immense stake, added
to the heavy charges of this useless journey, would completely
ruin Mr. Fogg, he overwhelmed himself with bitter self-accusa-
tions. Mr. Fogg, however, did not reproach him; and, on
leaving the Cunard pier, only said, “ We will consult about what
is best to-morrow. Come.”

The party crossed the Hudson in the Jersey City ferry-boat,
and drove in a carriage to the St. Nicholas Hotel, on Broadway.
Rooms were engaged, and the night passed, briefly to Phileas
Fogg, who slept profoundly, but very long to Aouda and the
others, whose agitation did not permit them to rest.

The next day was the 12th of December. From seven in the
morning of the 12th, to a quarter before nine in the evening of
the 21st, there were nine days, thirteen hours, and forty-five
minutes. If Phileas Fogg had left in the “ China,” one of the
fastest steamers on the Atlantic, he would have reached Liver-
pool, and then London, within the period agreed upon.

Mr. Fogg left the hotel alone, after giving Passepartout
instructions to await his return, and inform Aouda to be ready
at an instant’s notice. He procceded to the banks of the Hudson,
and looked about among the vessels moored or anchored in the
river, for any that were about to depart. Several had departure
signals, and were preparing to put to sea at morning tide; for
in this immense and admirable port, there is not one day ina
hundred that vessels do not set out for every quarter of the
globe. But they were mostly sailing vessels, of which, of course,
Phileas Fogg could make no use.

He seemed about to give up all hope, when he espicd,
anchored at the Battery, a cable’s length off at most, a trading
vessel, with a screw, well-shaped, whose funnel, puffing a
cloud of smoke, indicated that she was getting ready for
departure.

Phileas Fogg hailed a boat, got into it, and soon found hime
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self on board the “ Henrietta,” iron-hulled, wood-built above.
He ascended to the deck, and asked for the captain, who forth-
with presented himself. He was a man of fifty, a sort of sea-
wolf, with big eyes, a complexion of oxidized copper, red hair
and thick neck, and a growling voice.

“The captain!” asked Mr. Fogg.

“T am the captain.”

“Tam Phileas Fogg, of London.”

“And I am Andrew Speedy, of Cardiff.”

“You are going to put to sea?”

“Tn an hour.”

“You are bound for—”

“ Bordeaux.”

“ And your cargo?”

“No freight. Going in ballast.”

“Have you any passengers ?”

“No passengers. Never have passengers. Too much in the
way.”

“Ts your vessel a swift one?”

“Between eleven and twelve knots. The ‘Henrietta, well
known.”

“ Will you carry me and three other persons to Liverpool ?”

“To Liverpool? Why not to China?”

“T said Liverpool.” :

“cc No 1?

“cc No 2?

“No. I am setting out for Bordeaux, and shall go to
Bordeaux.”

“Money is no object ?”

“None.”

The captain spoke in a tone which did not admit of a reply.

“But the owners of the ‘Henrietta’—’ resumed Phileas
Fogg.

“ The owners are myself,” replied the captain. “The vessel
belongs to me.”

“T will freight it for you.”

“ No.”

“T will buy it of you.

6 No. ”

Phileas Fogg did not betray the least disappointment ; ‘but the
situation was a grave one. It was not at New York as at Hong
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Kong, nor with the captain of the “Henrietta” as with the
captain of the “Tankadere.” Up to this time money had
smoothed away every obstacle. Now money failed.

Still, some means must be found to cross the Atlantic on a
boat, unless by balloon,—which would have been venturesome,
besides not being capable of being put in practice. It seemed
that Phileas Fogg had an idea, for he said to the captain, “Well,
will-you carry me to Bordeaux.”

“No, not if you paid me two hundred dollars.”

“T offer you two thousand.”

“ Apiece ?”

“ Apiece.”

“ And there are four of you?”

“ Four.”

Captain Speedy began to scratch his head. There were eight
thousand dollars to gain, without changing his route ; for which
it was well worth conquering the repugnance he had for all kinds
of passengers. Besides, passengers at two thousand dollars are
no longer passengers, but valuable merchandise. “I start at
nine o’clock,” said Captain Speedy, simply. “Are you and
your party ready?”

“We will be on board at nine o’clock,” replied, no less simply,
Mr. Fogg.

It was half-past eight. To disembark from the “ Henrietta,”
jump into a hack, hurry to the St. Nicholas, and return with
Aouda, Passepartout, and even the inseparable Fix, was the
work of a brief time, and was performed by Mr. Fogg with the
coolness which never abandoned him. They were on board
when the “ Henrietta” made ready to weigh anchor.

When Passepartout heard what this last voyage was going to
Cost, he uttered a prolonged “Oh !” which extended throughout
his vocal gamut.

As for Fix, he said to himself that the Bank of England would
certainly not come out of this affair well indemnified. When
they reached England, even if Mr. Fogg did not throw some
handfuls of bank-bills into the sea, more than seven thousand
pounds would have been spent !
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CHAPTER XXXII

IN WHICH PIILEAS FOGG SHOWS HIMSELF EQUAL TO THE
OCCASION.

AN hour after the “Henrietta” passed the lighthouse which
marks the entrance of the Hudson, turned the point of Sandy
Hook, and put to sea. During the day she skirted Long
Island, passed Fire Island, and directed her course rapidly
eastward. ‘

At noon the next day, a man mounted the bridge to ascertain
the vessel’s position. It might be thought that this was Cap-
tain Speedy. Not the least in the world. It was Phileas Fogg,
Esquire. As for Captain Speedy, he was shut up in his cabin
under lock and key, and was uttering loud cries, which signified
an anger at once pardonable and excessive.

What had happened was very simple. Phileas Fogg wished
to go to Liverpool, but the captain would not carry him there.
Then Phileas Fogg had taken passage for Bordeaux, and,
during the thirty hours he had been on board, had so shrewdly
managed with his bank-notes that the sailors and stokers, who
were only an occasional crew, and were not on the best terms
with the captain, went over to him in a body. This was why
Phileas Fogg was in command instead of Captain Speedy ;
why the captain was a prisoner in his cabin; and why, in short,
the “Henrietta” was directing her course towards ‘Liverpool.
It was very clear, to see Mr. Fogg manage the craft, that he had
been a sailor.

How the adventure ended will be seen anon. Aouda was
anxious, though she said nothing. As for Passepartout, he
thought Mr. Fogg’s manceuvre simply glorious. The captain
had said “ between eleven and twelve knots,” and the “ Henri-
etta” confirmed his prediction.

If, then—for there were “ifs” still—the sea did not become
too boisterous, if the wind did not veer round to the east, if no
accident happencd to the boat or its machinery, the “ Henrietta”
might cross the three thousand miles from New York to Liver-
pool in the nine days, between the 12th and the 21st of Decem-
ber. It is true that, once arrived, the affair on board the
“ Henrietta,” added to that of the Bank of England, might
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create more difficulties for Mr. Fogg than he imagined or could
desire,

During the first days, they went along smoothly enough. The
sea was not very unpropitious, the wind seemed stationary in
the north-east, the sails were hoisted, and the “ Henrietta”
ploughed across the waves like a real transatlantic steamer.

Passepartout was delighted. His master’s last exploit, the
consequences of which he ignored, enchanted him. Never had
the crew seen so jolly and dexterous a fellow. He formed
warm friendships with the sailors, and amazed them with his
acrobatic feats. He thought they managed the vessel like gen-
tlemen, and that the stokers fired up like heroes. His loquacious
good-humour infected every one. He had forgotten the past,
its vexations and delays. He only thought of the end,
so nearly accomplished ; and sometimes he boiled over with
impatience, as if heated by the furnaces of the “ Henrietta.”
-Often, also, the worthy fellow revolved around Fix, looking at
him with a keen, distrustful eye; but he did not speak to him,
for their old intimacy no longer existed.

Fix, it must be confessed, understood nothing of what was
going on. The conquest of the “Henrietta,” the bribery of the
crew, Fogg managing the boat like a skilled seaman, amazed
and confused him. He did not know what to think. For, after
all,a man who began by stealing fifty-five thousand pounds
might end by stealing a vessel; and Fix was not unnaturally
inclined to conclude that the “ Henrietta,” under Fogg’s com-
mand, was not going to Liverpool at all, but to some part of the
world, where the robber, turned into a pirate, would quietly put
himself in safety. The conjecture was at least a plausible one,
and the detective began to seriously regret that he had embarked
in the affair.

As for Captain Speedy, he continued to howl and growl in his
cabin; and Passepartout, whose duty it was to carry him his
meals, courageous as he was, took the greatest precautions. Mr.
Fogg did not seem even to know that there was a captain on
board.

On the 13th they passed the edge of the Banks of Newfound-
land, a dangerous locality ; during the winter, especially, there
are frequent fogs and heavy gales of wind. Ever since the
evening before the barometer, suddenly falling, had indicated an
approaching change in the atmosphere; and during the night
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the temperature varied, the cold became sharper, and the wind
veered to the south-east.

This was a misfortune. Mr. Fogg, in order not to deviate
from his course, furled his sails and increased the force of the
steam ; but the vessel’s speed slackened, owing to the state of
the sea, the long waves of which broke against the stern. She
pitched violently, and this retarded her progress. The breeze
little by little swelled into a tempest, and it was to be feared
that the “ Henrietta” might not be able to maintain herself up-
right on the waves.

Passepartout’s visage darkened with the skies, and for two
days the poor fellow experienced constant fright. But Phileas
Fogg was a bold mariner, and knew how to maintain headway
against the sea; and he kept on his course, without even
decreasing his steam. The “ Henrietta,” when she could not
rise upon the waves, crossed them, swamping her deck, but
passing safely. Sometimes the screw rose out of the water,
beating its protruding end, when a mountain of water raised the
stern above the waves; but the craft always kept straight
ahead.

The wind, however, did not grow as boisterous as might have
been feared ; it was not one of those tempests which burst, and
rush on -with a speed of ninety miles an hour. It continued
fresh, but, unhappily, it remained obstinately in the south-east,
rendering the sails useless.

_ The 16th of December was the seventy-fifth day since Phileas
Fogg’s departure from London, and the “ Henrietta” had not
yet been seriously delayed. Half of the voyage was almost
accomplished, and the worst localities had been passed. In
summer, success would have been well-nigh certain. In winter,
they were at the mercy of the bad season. Passepartout said
nothing ; but he cherished hope in secret, and comforted him-
self with the reflection that, if the wind failed them, they might
still count on the steam.

On this day the engineer came on deck, went up to Mr. Fogg,
and began to speak earnestly with him. Without knowing why
—it was a presentiment, perhaps—Passepartout became vaguely
uneasy. He would have given one of his ears to hear with the
other what the engineer was saying. He finally managed to
catch a few words, and was sure he heard his master say, “ You
are certain of what you tell me?”

“ Certain, sir,” replied the engineer. “You must remember
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that, since we started, we have kept up hot fires in all our fur-
naces, and though we had coal enough to go on short steam
from New York to Bordeaux, we haven’t enough to go with all
steam from New York to Liverpool.”

“J will consider,” replied Mr. Fogg.

Passepartout understood it all; he was seized with mortal
anxiety. The coal was giving out! “Ah, if my master can get
over that,” muttered he, “he'll be a famous man!” He could
not help imparting to Fix what he had overheard.

“Then you believe that ive really are going to Liverpool ?”

“ Of course.”

“Ass !” replied the detective, shrugging his shoulders and
turning on his heel. ;

Passepartout was on the point of vigorously resenting the
epithet, the reason of which he could not for the life of him com-
prehend ; but he reflected that the unfortunate Fix was pro-
bably very much disappointed and humiliated in his self-esteem,
after having so awkwardly followed a false scent around the
world, and refrained.

And now what course would Phileas Fogg adopt? It was
difficult to imagine. Nevertheless he seemed to have décided
upon one, for that evening he sent for the engineer, and said to
him, “ Feed all the fires until the coal is exhausted.”

A few moments after, the funnel of the “ Henrietta” vomited
forth torrents of smoke. The vessel continued to proceed with
all steam on ; but on the 18th, the engineer, as he had predicted,
announced that the coal would give out in the course of the day.

“Do not let the fires go down,” replied Mr. Fogg. “Keep
them up to the last. Let the valves be filled.”

Towards noon Phileas Fogg, having ascertained their posi-
tion, called Passepartout, and ordered him to go for Captain
Speedy. It was as if the honest fellow had been commanded
to unchain a tiger. He went to the poop, saying to himself,
“He will belike amadman!” Inafew moments, with cries and
oaths, a bomb appeared on the poop-deck. The bomb was
Captain Speedy. It was clear that he was on the point of
bursting. ‘ Where are we?” were the first words his anger per-
mitted him to utter. Had the poor man been apoplectic, he
could never have recovered from his paroxysm of wrath.

“Where are we ?” he repeated, with purple face.

“Seven hundred and seventy miles from Liverpool,” replied
Mr. Fogg, with imperturbable calmness,

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“ Pirate !” cried Captain Speedy.

“T have sent for you, sir—”

“ Pickaroon !”

“Sir,” continued Mr. Fogg, “to ask you to sell me your
vessel,”

“No! By all the devils, no !”

“ But I shall be obliged to burn her.”

“ Burn the ‘ Henrietta’! ”

“Yes ; at least the upper part of her. The coal has given out.”

“Burn my vessel!” cried Captain Speedy, who could
scarcely pronounce the words. “A vessel worth fifty thousand
dollars !” a

“Here are sixty thousand,” replied Phileas Fogg, handing
the captain a roll of bank bills. This hada prodigious effect on
Andrew Speedy. An American can scarcely remain unmoved
at the sight of sixty thousand dollars. The captain forgot in an
instant his anger, his imprisonment, and all his grudges against
his passenger. The “ Henrietta” was twenty years old ; it was
a great bargain. The bomb would not go off after all. Mr.
Fogg had taken away the match.

“And I shall still have the iron hull,” said the captain in a
softer tone.

“ The iron hull and the engine. Is it agreed?”

“Agreed.” And Andrew Speedy, seizing the bank-notes,
counted them, and consigned them to his pocket.

During this colloquy, Passepartout was as white as a sheet,
and Fix seemed on the point of having an apoplectic fit. Nearly
twenty thousand pounds had been expended, and Fogg left
the hull and engine to the captain, that is near the whole value
of the craft! It was true, however, that fifty-five thousand
pounds had been stolen from the bank.

When Andrew Speedy had pocketed the money, Mr. Fogg
said to him, “ Don’t let this astonish you, sir. You must know
that I shall lose twenty thousand pounds, unless I arrive in
London by a quarter before nine on the evening of the 21st of
December. I missed the steamer at New York, and as you
refused to take me to Liverpool—”

“And I did well!” cried Andrew Speedy; “for I have
gained at least forty thousand dollars by it!” He added, more
sedately, “ Do you know one thing, Captain—”

“cc; Fogg.”

“Captain Fogg, you’ve got something of the Yankee about
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you.” And, having paid his passenger what he considered a high
compliment, he was going away, when Mr. Fogg said, “The
vessel now belongs to me ?”

“ Certainly, from the keel to the truck of the masts,— all the
wood, that is.”

“Very well. Have the interior seats, bunks, and frames
pulled down, and burn them.”

It was necessary to have dry wood to keep the steam up to
the adequate pressure, and on that day the poop, cabins, bunks,
and the spare deck were sacrificed. On the next day, the 19th
of December, the masts, rafts, and spars were burned ; the crew
worked lustily, keeping up the fires. Passepartout, hewed, cut,
and sawed away with all his might. There was a perfect rage
for demolition. The railings, fittings, the greater part of the deck,
and top sides disappeared on the 2oth, and the “ Henrietta” was
now only a flat hulk. But on this day they sighted the Irish
coast and Fastnet Light. By ten in the evening they were pass-
ing Queenstown. Phileas Fogg had only twenty-four hours more
in which to get to London ; that length of time was necessary
to reach Liverpool, with all steam on. And the steam was about
to give out altogether ! :

“ Sir,” said Captain Speedy, who was now deeply interested
in Mr. Fogg’s project, “I really commiserate you. Everything
is against you. We are only opposite Queenstown.”

“ Ah,” said Mr. Fogg, “is that place where we see the lights
Queenstown ?”

rts Yes.”

“ Can we enter the harbour ?”

“Not under three hours. Only at high tide.”

“ Stay,” replied Mr. Fogg calmly, without betraying in his
features that by a supreme inspiration he was about to attempt
once more to conquer ill-fortune.

Queenstown is the Irish port at which the transatlantic
steamers stop to put off the mails. ‘These mails are carried to
Dublin by express trains always held in readiness to start ;
from Dublin they are sent on to Liverpool by the most rapid
boats, and thus gain twelve hours on the Atlantic steamers.

Phileas Fogg counted on gaining twelve hours in the same
way. Instead of arriving at Liverpool the next evening by the
* Henrietta,” he would be there by noon, and would therefore
have time to reach London before a quarter before nine in the
evening.

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The “ Henrietta” entered Queenstown harbour at one o’clock
in the morning, it then being high tide ; and Phileas Fogg, after
being grasped heartily by the hand by Captain Speedy, left that
gentleman on the levelled hulk of his craft, which was still worth
half what he had sold it for.

The party went on shore at once. Fix was greatly tempted
to arrest Mr. Fogg on the spot ; but hedid not. Why? What
struggle was going on within him? Had he changed his mind
about “his man”? Did he understand that he had made a
grave mistake? He did not, however, abandon Mr. Fogg.
They all got upon the train, which was just ready to start, at
half-past one; at dawn of day they were in Dublin; and they
lost no time in embarking on a steamer which, disdaining to
rise upon the waves, invariably cut through them.

Phileas Fogg at last disembarked on the Liverpool quay, at
twenty minutes before twelve, December 21st. He was only six
hours distant from London.

But at this moment Fix came up, put his hand upon Mr.
Fogg’s shoulder, and, showing his warrant, said, “ You are really
Phileas Fogg ?”

i “cc I am.”
“T arrest you in the Queen’s name !”

CHAPTER XXXIV.
IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AT LAST REACHES LONDON.

PHILEAS FOGG was in prison. He had been shut up in the Cus-
tom House, and he was to be transferred to London the next
day. ,

Passepartout, when he saw his master arrested, would have
fallen upon Fix, had he not been held back by some policemen.
Aouda was thunderstruck at the suddenness of an event which
she could not understand. Passepartout explained to her how
it was that the honest and courageous Fogg was arrested as a
robber, The young woman’s heart revolted against so heinous a
charge, and when she saw that she could attempt or do nothing
to save her protector, wept bitterly.

As for Fix, he had arrested Mr. Fogg because it was his duty,
whether Mr. Fogg were guilty or not.
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The thought then struck Passepartout that he was the cause
of this new misfortune! Had he not concealed Fix’s errand
from his master? When Fix revealed his true character and
purpose, why had he not told Mr. Fogg? If the latter had
been warned, he would no doubt have given Fix proof of his
innocence, and satisfied him of his mistake ; at least, Fix would
not have continued his journey at the expense and on the heels
of his master, only to arrest him the moment he set foot on
English soil, Passepartout wept till he was blind, and felt like
blowing his brains out.

Aouda and he had remained, despite the cold, under the
portico of the Custom House. Neither wished to leave the
place ; both were anxious to see Mr. Fogg again.

That gentleman was really ruined, and that at the moment
when he was about to attain his end. This arrest was fatal.
Having arrived at Liverpool at twenty minutes before twelve on
the 21st of December, he had till a quarter before nine that
evening to reach the Reform Club, that is, nine hours and a
quarter ; the journey from Liverpool to London was six hours.

If any one, at this moment, had entered the Custom House,
he would have found Mr. Fogg seated, motionless, calm, and
without apparent anger, upon a wooden bench. He was not, it
is true, resigned ; but this last blow failed to force him into an
outward betrayal of any emotion. Was he being devoured by
one of those secret rages, all the more terrible because contained,
and which only burst forth, with an irresistible force, at the last
moment? Noone could tell. There he sat, calmly waiting—
for what! Did he still cherish hope? Did he still believe, now
that the door of this prison was closed upon him, that he would
succeed? However that may have been, Mr. Fogg carefully put
his watch upon the table, and observed its advancing hands.
Not a word escaped his lips, but his look was singularly set and
stern. The situation, in any event, was a terrible one, and
might be thus ‘stated: If Phileas Fogg was honest, he was
ruined. If he was a knave, he was caught.

Did escape occur to him? Did he examine to see if there
were any practicable outlet from his prison! Did he think of
escaping from it? Possibly ; for once he walked slowly around
the room. But the door was locked, and the window heavily
barred with iron rods. He sat down again, and drew his journal
from his pocket. On the line where these words were written,
“December 21st, Saturday, Liverpool,” he added, “ 80th day,
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11.40 a.m.,” and waited. The Custom House clock struck one.
Mr. Fogg observed that his watch was two hours too fast.

Two hours! Admitting that he was at this moment taking
an express train, he could reach London and the Reform Club
by a quarter before nine, p.m. His forehead slightly wrinkled.

At thirty-three minutes past two he heard a singular noise
outside, then a hasty opening of doors. Passepartout’s voice
was audible, and immediately after that of Fix. Phileas Fogg’s
eyes brightened for an instant. The door swung open, and he
saw Passepartout, Aouda, and Fix, who hurried towards him.
Fix was out of breath, and his hair was in disorder. He
could not speak. “ Sir,” he stammered, “ sir—forgive me—a
most—unfortunate resemblance—robber arrested three days ago
—you—are free !”

Phileas Fogg was free! He walked to the detective, looked
him steadily in the face, and with the only rapid motion he had
ever made in his life, or which he ever would make, drew back
his arms, and, with the precision ofa machine, knocked Fix down.

“Well hit!” cried Passepartout. “ Parbleu ! that’s what you
might call a good application of English fists !”

Fix, who found himself on the floor, did not uttera word. He
had only received his deserts. Mr Fogg, Aouda, and Passe-
partout left the Custom House without delay, got into a cab, and
in a few moments descended at the station.

Phileas Fogg asked if there was an express train about to
leave for London. It was forty minutes past two, The express
train had left thirty-five minutes before.

Phileas Fogg then ordered a special train. There were several
rapid locomotives on hand; but the railway arrangements did not
permit the special train to leave until three o’clock. At that hour
Phileas Fogg, having stimulated the engineer by the offer of a
generous reward, at last set out towards London with Aouda
and his faithful servant.

It was necessary to make the journey in five hours and a half ;
and this would have been easy on aclear road throughout. But
there were forced delays, and when Mr. Fogg stepped from the
train at the terminus, all the clocks in London were striking ten
minutes before nine,!

Having made the tour of the world, he was behindhand five
minutes. He had lost the wager ! ,

1 A somewhat remarkable eccentricity on the part of the London
clocks, TRANSLATOR.
AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS, 183

CHAPTER XXXV.

IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG DOES NOT HAVE TO REPEAT HIS
ORDERS TO PASSEPARTOUT TWICE.

THE dwellers in Saville Row would have been surprised, the
next day, if they had been told that Phileas Fogg had returned
home. His doors and windows were still closed ; no appearance
of change was visible. After leaving the station, Mr. Fogg gave
Passepartout instructions to purchase some provisions, and
quietly went to his domicile.

He bore his misfortune with his habitual tranquillity. Ruined!
And by the blundering of the detective! After having steadily
traversed that long journey, overcome a hundred obstacles,
braved many dangers, and still found time to do some good on
his way, to fail near the goal by a sudden event which he could
not have foreseen, and against which he was unarmed ; it was
terrible! But a few pounds were left of the large sum he had
carried with him. There only remained of his fortune the
twenty thousand pounds deposited at Barings, and this amount
he owed to his friends of the Reform Club. So great had been
the expense of his tour, that, even had he won, it would not
have enriched him ; and it is probable that he had not sought
to enrich himself, being a man who rather laid wagers for
honours sake than for the stake proposed. But this wager
totally ruined him. Mr. Fogg’s course, however, was fully de-
cided upon; he knew what remained for him to do.

A roomin the house in Saville Row was set apart for Aouda,
who was overwhelmed with grief at her protector’s misfortune.
From the words which Mr. Fogg dropped, she saw that he was
meditating some serious project.

Knowing that Englishmen governed by a fixed idea some-
times resort to the desperate.expedient of suicide, Passepartout
kept a narrow watch upon his master, though he carefully con-
cealed the appearance of so doing.

First of all, the worthy fellow had gone up to his room, and
had extinguished the gas-burner, which had been burning for
eighty days. He had found in the letter-box a bill from the gas
company, and he thought it more than time to put a stop to this
expense, which he had been doomed to bear.

The night passed. Mr. Fogg went to bed, but did he sleep?
18:4 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. ©

Aouda did not once close her eyes. Passepartout watched all
night, like a faithful dog, at his master’s door.

Mr. Fogg called him in the morning, and told him to get
Aouda’s breakfast, and a cup of tea and achop for himself. He
desired Aouda to excuse him from breakfast and dinner, as his
time would be absorbed all day in putting his affairs to rights.
In the evening he would ask permission to have a few moments’
conversation with the young lady.

Passepartout, having received his orders, had nothing to do
but obey them. He looked at his imperturbable master, and
could scarcely scarcely bring his mind toleave him. His heart
was full, and his conscience tortured by remorse ; for he accused
himself more bitterly than ever of being the cause of the irre-
trievable disaster. Yes! if he had warned Mr. Fogg, and had
betrayed Fix’s projects to him, his master would certainly not
have given the detective passage to Liverpool, and then—

Passepartout could hold in no longer.

“My master! Mr. Fogg!” he cried, “why do you not curse
me? It was my fault that—”

“TJ blame no one,” returned Phileas Fogg, with perfect calm-
ness. “Go!”

Passepartout left the room, and went to find Aouda, to whom
he delivered his master’s message.

“ Madam,” he added, “I can donothing myself—nothing! I
have no influence over my master ; but you, perhaps—”

“What influence could I have?” replied Aouda. “ Mr. Fogg
is influenced by no one. Has he ever understood that my gra-
titude to him is overflowing? Has he ever read my heart? My
friend, he must not be leit alone an instant! You say he is
going to speak with me this evening ?”

“Yes, madam ; probably to arrange for your protection and
comfort in England.”

“We shall see,” replied Aouda, becoming suddenly pensive.

Throughout this day (Sunday) the house in Saville Row was
as if uninhabited, and Phileas Fogg, for the first time since he
had lived in that house, did not set out for his club when West-
minster clock struck half-past eleven.

Why should he present himself at the Reform? His friends
no longer expected him there. As Phileas Fogg had not
appeared in the saloon on the evening before (Saturday, the
21st of December, at a quarter before nine), he had lost his
wager. It was not even necessary that he should go to his
AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 185

bankers for the twenty thousand pounds; for his antagonists
already had his check in their hands, and they had only to fill
it out and send it tothe Barings to have the amount transferred
to their credit.

Mr. Fogg, therefore, had no reason for going out, and so he
remained at home. He shut himself up in his room, and busied
himself putting his affairs in order. Passepartout continually
ascended and descended the stairs. The hours were long for
him. He listened at his master’s door, and looked through the
keyhole, as if he had a perfect right so to do, and as if he feared
that something terrible might happen at any moment. Some-
times he thought of Fix, but no longer in anger. Fix, like all the
world, had been mistaken in Phileas Fogg, and had only done
his duty in tracking and arresting him ; while he, Passepartout—
This thought haunted him, and he never ceased cursing his
miserable folly.. Finding himself too wretched to remain
alone, he knocked at Aouda’s door, went into her room, seated
himself, without speaking, in a corner, and looked ruefully at
the young woman. Aouda was still pensive. About half-past
seven in the evening Mr. Fogg sent to know if Aouda would
receive him, and in a few moments he found himself alone with
her. Phileas Fogg took a chair, and sat down near the fire-
place, opposite Aouda. No emotion was visible on his face.
Fogg returned was exactly the Fogg who had gone away;
there was the same calm, the same impassibility.

He sat several minutes without speaking ; then, bending his
eyes on Aouda, “ Madam,” said he, “will you pardon me for
bringing you to England?”

“I, Mr. Fogg!” replied Aouda, checking the pulsations of
her heart.

“Please let me finish,” returned Mr. Fogg. “When I decided
to bring you far away from the country which was so unsafe for
you, I was rich, and counted on putting a portion of my fortune
at your disposal; then your existence would have been free and
happy. But now J am ruined.”

“T know it, Mr. Fogg,” replied Aouda; “and I ask you in
my turn, will you forgive me for having followed you, and—who
knows ?—for having, perhaps, delayed you, and thus contributed
to your ruin?”

“Madam, you could not remain in India, and your safety
could only be assured by bringing you to such a distance that
your persecutors could not take you.”
186 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

“So, Mr. Fogg,” resumed Aouda, “not content with rescuing
me from a terrible death, you thought yourself bound to secure
my comfort in a foreign land ?”

“Yes, madam; but circumstances have been against me.
Still, I beg to place the little I have left at your service.”

“ But what will become of you, Mr. Fogg?”

“As for me, madam,” replied the gentleman, coldly, “I have
need of nothing.”

“But how do you look upon the fate, sir, which awaits
you?”

“As I am in the habit of doing.”

“ At least,” said Aouda, “want should not overtake a man like
you. Your friends—”

“T have no friends, madam.”

“Your relatives—”

“T have no longer any relatives.”

“T pity you, then, Mr. Fogg, for solitude is a sad thing, with
no heart to which to confide your griefs. They say, though,
that misery itself, shared by two sympathetic souls, may be
borne with patience.” ‘

“They say so, madam.” ©

“Mr. Fogg,” said Aouda, rising, and seizing his hand, “do
you wish at once a kinswoman and friend? ‘Will you have me
for your wife?”

Mr. Fogg, at this, rose in his turn. There was an unwonted
light in his eyes, and a slight trembling of his lips. Aouda
looked into his face. The sincerity, rectitude, firmness, and
sweetness of this soft glance of a noble woman, who could dare
all to save him to whom she owed all, at first astonished, then
penetrated him. He shut his eyes for an instant, as if to avoid
her look. When he opened them again, “I love you !” he said,
simply. ‘‘Yes, by all that is holiest, I love you, and I am
entirely yours !”

“Ah!” cried Aouda, pressing his hand to her heart.

Passepartout was summoned and appeared immediately. Mr.
Fogg still held Aouda’s hand in his own; Passepartout under-
stood, and his big, round face became as radiant as the tropical
sun at its zenith.

Mr. Fogg asked him if it was not too late to notify the
Reverend Samuel Wilson, of Marylebone Parish, that evening.

Passepartout smiled his most genial smile, and said, ‘ Never
too late.”
AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS, 187

It was five minutes past eight.

“ Will it be for to-morrow, Monday?”

“For to-morrow, Monday?” said Mr. Fogg, turning to
Aouda.

“Yes; for to-morrow, Monday,” she replied.

Passepartout hurried off as fast as his legs could carry him.

CHAPTER XXXVI.

IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG’S NAME IS ONCE MORE AT A
PREMIUM ON ’CHANGE.

IT is time to relate what a change took place in English public
opinion, when it transpired that the real bank-robber, a certain
James Strand, had been arrested, on the 17th of December, at
Edinburgh. Three days before, Phileas Fogg had been a
criminal, who was being desperately followed up by the police ;
now he was an honourable gentleman, mathematically pursuing
his eccentric journey round the world.

The papers resumed their discussion about the wager; all
those who had laid bets, for or against him, revived their
interest, as if by magic; the “Phileas Fogg bonds” again
became negotiable, and many new wagers were made. Phileas
Fogg’s name was once more at a premium on ’Change.

His five friends of the Reform Club passed these three days
in a state of feverish suspense. Would Phileas Fogg, whom
they had forgotten, reappear before their eyes? Where was he
at this moment? The 17th of December, the day of James
Strand’s arrest, was the seventy-sixth since Phileas Fogg’s
departure, and no news of him had been received. Was he
dead? Had he abandoned the effort, or was he continuing his
journey along the route agreed upon? And would he appear
on Saturday, the 21st of December, at a quarter before nine
in the evening, on the threshold of the Reform Club saloon?
The anxiety in which, for three days, London society existed,
cannot be described. Telegrams were sent to America and
Asia for news of Phileas Fogg. Messengers were despatched
to the house in Saville Row morning and evening. No news,
The police were ignorant what had become of the detective,
Fix, who had so unfortunately followed up a false scent. Bets
increased, nevertheless, in number and value. Phileas Fogg,
188 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

like a racehorse, was drawing near his last turning-point. The
bonds were quoted, no longer at a hundred below par, but at
twenty, at ten, and at five; and paralytic old Lord Albemarle
bet even in his favour.

A great crowd was collected in Pall Mall and the neighbour-
ing streets on Saturday evening ; it seemed like a multitude of
brokers permanently established around the Reform Club.
Circulation was impeded, and everywhere disputes, discussions,
and financial transactions were going on. The police had great
difficulty in keeping back the crowd, and as the hour when
Phileas Fogg was due approached, the excitement rose to its
highest pitch.

The five antagonists of Phileas Fogg had met in the great
saloon of the club. John Sullivan and Samuel Fallentin, the
bankers, Andrew Stuart, the engineer, Gauthier Ralph, the
director of the Bank of England, and Thomas Flanagan, the
brewer, one and all waited anxiously.

When the clock indicated twenty minutes past eight, Andrew
Stuart got up, saying, “Gentleman, in twenty minutes the
time agreed upon between Mr. Fogg and ourselves will have
expired.” 3

“What time did the last train arrive from Liverpool?” asked
Thomas Flanagan,

“At twenty-three minutes past seven,” replied Gauthier
Ralph; “and the next does not arrive till ten minutes after
twelve.”

“Well, gentlemen,” resumed Andrew Stuart, “if Phileas Fogg
had come in the 7.23 train, he would have got here by this time.
We can therefore regard the bet as won.”

“Wait ; don’t let us be too hasty,” replied Samuel Fallentin.
“You know that Mr. Fogg is very eccentric. His punctuality is
well known; he never arrives too soon, or tvo late ; and I should
not be surprised if he appeared before us at the last minute.”

“Why,” said Andrew Stuart nervously, “if I should see him,
I should not believe it was he.”

“The fact is,” resumed Thomas Flanagan, “Mr. Foge’s
project was absurdly foolish. Whatever his punctuality, he
could not prevent the delays which were certain to occur;
and a delay of only two or three days would be fatal to his tour.”

“ Observe, too,” added John Sullivan, “ that we have received
no intelligence from him, though there are telegraphic lines all
along his route.”
AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 189

“He has lost, gentlemen,” said Andrew Stuart, “he has a
hundred times lost! You know, besides, that the ‘ China’—the
only steamer he could have taken from New York to get here
in time—arrived yesterday. I have seen alist of the passengers,
and the name of Phileas Fogg is not among them. Even if we
admit that fortsne has favoured him, he can scarcely have
reached America. I think he will be at least twenty days behind-
hand, and that Lord Albemarle will loose a cool five thousand.”

“Tt is clear,” replied Gauthier Ralph: “and we have
nothing to do but to present Mr. Fogg’s check at Barings
to-morrow.”

At this moment the hands of the club clock pointed to twenty
minutes to nine.

“ Five minutes more,” said Andrew Stuart.

The five gentlemen looked at each other. Their anxiety was
becoming intense; but, not wishing to betray it, they readily
assented to Mr. Fallentin’s proposal of a rubber.

“ T wouldn’t give up my four thousand of the bet,” said Andrew
Stuart, as he took his seat, “for three thousand nine hundred
and ninety-nine.”

The clock indicated eighteen minutes to nine.

The players took up their cards, but could not keep their eyes
off the clock. Certainly, however secure they felt, minutes had
never seemed so long to them !

“ Seventeen minutes to nine,” said Thomas Flanagan, as he
cut the cards which Ralph handed to him.

Then there was a moment of silence. The great saloon was
perfectly quiet; but the murmurs of the crowd outside were
heard, with now and then a shrill cry. The pendulum beat the
seconds, which each player eagerly counted, as he listened, with
mathematical regularity.

“Sixteen minutes to nine!” said John Sullivan, in a voice
which betrayed his emotion.

One minute more, and the wager would be won. Andrew
Stuart and his partners suspended their game. They left their
cards, and counted the seconds.

At the fortieth second, nothing. At the fiftieth, still nothing.
At the fifty-fifth, a loud cry was heard in the street, followed by
applause, hurrahs, and some fierce growls.

The players rose from their seats.

At the fifty-seventh second the door of the saloon opened ;
and the pendulum had not beat the sixtieth second when Phileas
190 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

Fogg appeared, followed by an excited crowd, who had forced
their way through the club doors, and in his calm voice, said,
“ Here I am, gentlemen !”

CHAPTER XXXVII.

IN WHICH IT IS SHOWN THAT PHILEAS FOGG GAINED
NOTHING BY HIS TOUR AROUND THE WORLD, UNLESS IT
WERE HAPPINESS.

Yes; Phileas Fogg in person.

The reader will remember that at five minutes past eight in
the evening—about five and twenty hours after the arrival of
the travellers in London—Passepartout had been sent by his
master to engage the services of the Reverend Samuel Wilson
in acertain marriage ceremony, which was to take place the
next day.

Passepartout went on hiserrand enchanted. He soon reached
the clergyman’s house, but found him not at home. Passepar-
tout waited a good twenty minutes, and when he left the
reverend gentleman, it was thirty-five minutes past eight. But
in what a state he was! With his hair in disorder, and without
his hat, he ran along the street as never man was seen to run
before, overturning passers-by, rushing over the sidewalk like a
waterspout. In three minutes he was in Saville Row again, and
staggered breathlessly into Mr. Fogg’s room.

He could not speak.

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

“My master!” gasped Passepartout,—“ marriage—impossi-
ble—’

“Impossible : ”

“ Impossible—for to-morrow.”

“Why so?”

“ Because to-morrow—is Sunday !”

“ Monday,” replied Mr. Fogg.

“ No—to-day—is Saturday.”

“Saturday? Impossible !”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” cried Passepartout. “ You have made
a mistake of one day! We arrived twenty-four hours ahead of
time ; but there are only ten minutes left !”

- Passepartout had seized his master by the collar, and was
dragging him along with irresistible force.
AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 19}

Phileas Fogg, thus kidnapped, without having time to think,
left his house, jumped into a cab, promised a hundred pounds
to the cabman, and, having run over two dogs and overturned
five carriages, reached the Reform Club.

The clock indicated a quarter before nine when he appeared
in the great saloon.

Phileas Fogg had accomplished the journey round the world
in eighty days!

Phileas Fogg had won his wager of twenty thousand pounds!

How was it that a’ man so exact and fastidious could have
made this error of a day? How came he to think that he had
arrived in London on Saturday, the twenty-first day of December,
when it was really Friday, the twenticth, the seventy-ninth day
only from his departure ?

The cause of the error is very simple.

Phileas Fogg had, without suspecting it, gained one day on
his journey, and this merely because he had travelled constantly
eastward; he would, on the contrary, have lost a day, had he
gone in the opposite direction, that is, westward.

In journeying eastward he had gone towards the sun, and the
days therefore diminished for him as many times four minutes as
he crossed degrees in this direction. There are three hundred
and sixty degrees on the circumference of the earth; and these
three hundred and sixty degrees, multiplied by four minutes,
gives precisely twenty-four hours—that is, the day unconsciously
gained. In other words, while Phileas Fogg, going eastward,
saw the sun pass the meridian ezgfzy times, his friends in London
only saw it pass the meridian seventy-nine times. This is why
they awaited him at the Reform Club on Saturday, and not
Sunday, as Mr. Fogg thought.

And Passepartout’s famous family watch, which had always
kept London time, would have betrayed this fact, if it had
marked the days as well as the hours and minutes !

Phileas Fogg, then, had won the twenty thousand pounds;
but as he had spent nearly.ninetcen thousand on the way, the
pecuniary gain was small. His object was, however, to be vic-
torious, and not to win money. He divided the one thousand
pounds that remained between Passepartout and the unfortunate
Fix, against whom he cherished no grudge. He deducted,
however, from Passepartout’s share the cost of the gas which
had burned in his room for nineteen hundred and twenty hours,
for the sake of regularity
192 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

That evening, Mr. Fogg, as tranquil and phlegmatic as ever,
said to Aouda, “Is our marriage still agreeable to you?”

“Mr. Fogg, » replied she, “it is for me to ask that question.
You were ruined, but now you are rich again.”

“Pardon me, madam; my fortune belongs to you. If you
had not suggested our marriage, my servant would not have gone
to the Reverend Samuel Wilson’s, I should not have been
apprised of my error, and—

“ Dear Mr. Fogg !” said the young woman.

“Dear Aouda!” replied Phileas Fogg. ~

It need not be said that the marriage took place forty-eight
hours after, and that Passepartout, glowing and dazzling, gave
the bride away. Had he not saved her, and was he not entitled
to this honour ?

The next day as soon as it was light, Passepartout rapped
vigorously at his master’s door. Mr. Fogg opened it, and asked,
“ What’s the matter, Passepartout ?”

“What is it, sir? Why, I’ve just this instant found out—”

“ What?”

“That we might have made the tour of the world in only
seventy-eight days.”

“No doubt,” returned Mr. Fogg, “by not crossing India.
But if I had not crossed India, I should not have saved Aouda;
she would not have been my wife, and—”

Mr. Fogg quietly shut the door.

Phileas Fogg had won his wager, and had made his journey
around the world in eighty days. To do this, he had employed
every means of conveyance—steamers, railways, carriages,
yachts, trading-vessels, sledges, elephants. The eccentric gen-
tleman had throughout displayed all his marvellous qualities of
coolness and exactitude. But what then? What had he really
gained by all this trouble? What had he brought back from
this long and weary journey ?

Nothing, say you? Perhaps so; nothing but a nncing
woman, who, strange as it may appear, made him the happiest
of men! :

Truly, would you not for less than that make the tour around
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