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AROUND THE WORLD IN
EIGHTY DAYS.
BY
JULES VERNE,
Author of ci Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Seas," etc.
TRANSLATED BY
GEO. M. TOWLE.
Memorial public ubrmo
PHILADELPHIA:
PORTER & COATES,


CONTENTS.
PageIntroduction ......... ..ix
CHAPTER I.
In which Phileas Fogg and Passepartout accept each other, the one as
master, the other as man I
CHAPTER II.
In which Passepartout is convinced that he has at last found his ideal . 8
CHAPTER III.
In which a conversation takes place which seems likely to cost Phileas
Fogg dear 13
CHAPTER IV.
In which Phileas Fogg astounds Passepartout, his servant . i . 23
CHAPTER V.
In which a new species of funds, unknown to the monied men, appears
on 'Change 29
CHAPTER VI.
In which Fix, the detective, betrays a very natural impatience. . • 34
CHAPTER VII.
Which once more demonstrates the uselessness of passports as aids to
detectives . . . 41
CHAPTER VIII.
In which Passepartout talks rather more, perhaps, than is prudent . . 46


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CHAPTER IX. pagi
In which the Red Sea and the Indian Ocean prove propitious to the
designs of Phileas Fogg 52
CHAPTER X.
In which Passepartout is only too glad to get off with the loss of his
shoes ............60
CHAPTER XI.
In which Phileas Fogg secures a curious means of conveyance at a
fabulous price . . .67
CHAPTER XII.
In which Phileas Fogg and his companions venture across the Indian
forests, and what ensued 79
CHAPTER XIII.
In which Passepartout receives a new proof that fortune favours the
brave 89
CHAPTER XIV.
In which Phileas Fogg descends the whole length of the beautiful valley
of the Ganges, without ever thinking of seeing it . . . • 99
CHAPTER XV.
In which the bag of bank-notes disgorges some thousands of pounds
more 108
CHAPTER XVI.
In which Fix does not seem to understand in the least what is said to
him ' 118
CHAPTER XVII.
Showing what happened on the voyage from Singapore to Hong Kong . 126
CHAPTER XVIII.
In which Phileas Fogg, Passepartout, and Fix go each about his
business 135


CONTENTS. vii CHAPTER XIX. pac»
In which Passepartout takes a too great interest in his master, and what
comes of it ■ . . . 142
CHAPTER XX.
In which Fix comes face to face with Phileas Fogg. . . • .153
CHAPTER XXI.
In which the master of the "Tankadere" runs great risk of losing a
reward of two hundred pounds ....... 162
CHAPTER XXII.
In which Passepartout finds out that, even at the antipodes, it is con-
venient to have some money in one's pocket . . . . .174
CHAPTER XXIII.
In which Passepartout's nose becomes outrageously long. . . . 184
CHAPTER XXIV.
During which Mr. Fogg and party cross the Pacific Ocean ... 194
CHAPTER XXV.
In which a slight glimpse is had of San Francisco ..... 203
CHAPTER XXVI.
In which Phileas Fogg and party travel by the Pacific Railroad . . 213
CHAPTER XXVIL
In which Passepartout undergoes, at a speed of twenty miles an hour, a
course of Mormon history 221
CHAPTER XXVIII.
In which Passepartout does not succeed in making anybody listen to
reason 230
CHAPTER XXIX.
In which certain incidents are narrated which are only to be met with on
American railroads.......... 242


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CHAPTER XXX. page In which Phileas Fogg simply does his duty ...... 252
CHAPTER XXXI.
In which Fix the detective considerably furthers the interests of Phileas
Fogg 263
CHAPTER XXXII.
In which Phileas Fogg engages in a direct struggle with bad fortune . 272
CHAPTER XXXIII.
In which Phileas Fogg shows himself equal to the occasion . . . 278
CHAPTER XXXIV.
In which Phileas Fogg at last reaches London ..v.. 290
CHAPTER XXXV.
In which Phileas Fogg does not have to repeat his orders to Passepartout
twice 295
CHAPTER XXXVI.
In which Phileas Fogg's name is once more at a premium on 'Change . 304
CHAPTER XXXVII.
In which it is shown that Phileas Fogg gained nothing by his journey
around the world, unless it were happiness 310






r


INTRODUCTION.
JULES VERNE.
The autographic sketch on the opposite page repre-
sents the "St. Michael," a little decked bark belonging to
the author of " Around the World in Eighty Days."
The sketch, which Verne executed in the twinkling of
an eye, on our own desk, without suspecting that it would
receive the honours of publicity, is accompanied by the
inscription, "Bourset Malais," which two words indicate
the type of craft of which the " St. Michael" is an example.
It is on this frail skiff that Jules Verne goes upon long
voyages, and has already explored the English coast and
ascended as far as Scotland.
Verne recently took a trip in her to Jersey, in the
English Channel, accompanied by his factotum, Antonie
Delon, a veritable sea-wolf, who loves danger because he
has always overcome it.
These daring peregrinations gave the author of " Twenty


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Thousand Leagues under the Sea" the ideas and subjects of
his remarkable works, which have been translated into
many languages, and have found readers in two worlds.
Verne passes half of his existence on board the "St
.
Michael;" dividing the remainder of his time between
Amiens, where his family resides, and Paris, where he
attends the sessions of the Geographical Society, of which
he is the most honoured member, and where he collects, in
its museums and library, the numerous materials necessary
to the scientific perfection of his works.
Verne receives letters, in which his correspondents give
him their impressions and ideas, and sometimes foolish
observations, from all parts of the world. Those who
have read "Around the World in Eighty Days" recall,
no doubt, that Phileas Fogg, its hero, undertook his
journey after reading an article in the Daily Telegraph
at the Reform Club. The other day Verne received a
letter from a member of that famous club, in which he
said, somewhat bluntly, that the political tone of the Daily
Telegraph excluded that sheet from the Reform.
"It is as if you should say that M. de Belcastel sub-
scribed for the Rfyublique Franqaise /" added this pert
correspondent.


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Verne laughed heartily at the illustration, and, as he is
amiability itself, apprised the member of the club that
in the next edition of the book he would substitute
for the obnoxious sheet one admitted into the c'ub to
which the famous Phileas Fogg belonged; and, as the
editions are rapidly succeeding each other, the discon-
tented gentleman will doubtless ere long be fully satisfied.
The author of our little sketch leads the laborious,
regular, and sober life of a student. Wherever he may be,
he works from five in the morning till one in the afternoon,
passes the day visiting shops and factories, where he care-
fully studies the machinery, and goes to bed at seven
o'clock. Extended on his bed, he devours all the scientific
publications till midnight, and when they fail him he looks
over books of travel and tourist adventures. He has no need,
however, of borrowing ideas of travel or geography from
others, for he has himself travelled much, and is quite familiar
with Scotland, Ireland, Denmark, Norway, and Sweden.
He had an adventures in Sweden, with which I must
enliven this brief biography.
Verne was stopping at a hotel in Stockholm. As he was
ft
on the point of ascending the coast to the northern part of
that picturesque country, he wished to pay his bill, and


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began searching in his pocket-book for the draft at sight,
which he had procured of the Rothschilds before leaving
Paris. But he searched for it in vain. There was no doubt
about it—he had been robbed!
He found himself, as the Bohemians say, flat on
his back. The landlord stared at him, and he thought
he heard him mutter, "Adventurer!" Verne took his
"Swedish Guide," which he was learning by heart,
under his arm, and wandered about the city, calling
on all the bankers to apprise them of his misfortune,
and warn them lest the robber should forge his name.
After three days of going backwards and forwards, our
unhappy author climbed up to the last banker's, with his
guide-book, as usual, under his arm. He placed the book
on the desk, and began to tell the clerk of his misfortune.
The latter, indifferent to the tale, took up Verne's book and
began carelessly turning over its leaves. As he was doing
this, a slip of paper, which served as a mark in the middle
of a chapter, fell out on the floor.
The clerk took it up, and unfolding it, cried: "Why
here's your draft, after all!"
I leave you to imagine Verne's triumphant entrance into
his hotel.


INTRODUCTION.
XV
Verne studied law, and became a barrister. Then, under
the auspices of Captain Darpentigny, a well-known chiro-
mancer, he became intimate with the Dumas, father and
son, wrote pieces in conjunction with them, and afterwards
worked alone, producing several libretti which had some
success at the Theatre Lyrique, under the direction of the
Sevestes and Rety. Among them were "Les Pailles
Rompus," "L'Auberge des Ardennes," "Le Colin Mail-
lard," "Onze Jours de Siege," and some operettas, the titles
of which escape me. He makes verses with extreme ease;
and if ever there was a person who could be called marvel-
lously gifted, it is Jules Verne.
He was a broker in the firm of Eggley, in which he had,
and still has, a pecuniary interest, when the success of " Five
Weeks in a Balloon" induced him to turn his whole atten-
tion to scientific romance.
He brings to his so justly popular works an ardour and
faith which greatly contribute to their success. He shrinks
from no pains to procure information, and he is careful to
fully establish beforehand the facts which he asserts.
He went to America, and returned with the plan of the
"Floating City." He accomplished his voyage in ninety-six
days, on the "Great Eastern." On reaching New York, he


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INTRODUCTION.
did not saunter about Broadway, looking in shop-windows,
but took the railway and went six hundred leagues to see
Niagara Falls, of which he cannot yet speak without emotion.
Verne is overwhelmed with requests from dramatists to
be permitted to dramatize his works. He is not disinclined
to yield to their wishes, and has shown me some very
original ideas in regard to scenery, which seem likely to
enrich the managers, who may choose to put some hundreds
of thousands of francs at the service of his labours, by
millions. He has nearly finished, with Cadol, the "Around
the World," and proposes to substitute for the ordinary
drop-curtain a planisphere, on which a luminous trail shall
mark between each act the road gone over by the heroes
in their tour across the four quarters of the globe. He is
also preparing "The Marvels of Science," a great piece of
mechanism, which will borrow its effect, not only from
painting, velvet, and the ballet, but from the dynamic agents
of physics, chemistry, and mechanics. But I must stop.
I might write a volume about this eloquent, witty, affable,
and sympathetic man, whose biography may, however, be
included in these words: "A Breton, a Catholic, and a
sailor."
Adrien Marx.


AROUND THE WORLD IN
EIGHTY DAYS.
CHAPTER I.
IN WHICH PHTLEAS FOGG AND PASSEPARTOUT ACCEPT
EACH OTHER, THE ONE AS MASTER, THE OTHER AS
MAN.
MR. PHILEAS FOGG lived, in 1872, at No. 7, Saville Row,
Burlington Gardens, the house in which Sheridan died in
1814. He was one of the most noticeable members of the
Reform Club, though he seemed always to avoid attracting
attention; an enigmatical personage, about whom little
was known, except that he was a polished man of the world.
People said that he resembled Byron,—at least that his
head was Byronic; but he was a bearded, tranquil Byron,
who might live on a thousand years without growing old.
Certainly an Englishman it was more doubtful whether
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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
neve"- been entered at any of the Inns of Court, either at
the Temple, or Lincoln's Inn, or Gray's Inn; nor had his
voice ever resounded in the Court of Chancery, or in the
Exchequer, or the Queen's Bench, or the Ecclesiastical
Courts. He certainly was not a manufacturer; nor was he
a merchant or a gentleman farmer. His name was strange
to the scientific and learned societies, and he never was
known to take part in the sage deliberations of the Royal
Institution or the London Institution, the Artisan's Asso-
ciation or the Institution of Arts and Sciences. He
belonged, in fact, to none of the numerous societies which
swarm in the English capital, from the Harmonic to that
of the Entomologists, founded mainly for the purpose of
abolishing pernicious insects.
Phileas Fogg was a member of the Reform, and that
was all.
The way in which he got admission to this exclusive
club was simple enough.
He was recommended by the Barings, with whom he
had an open credit. His checks were regularly paid at
sight from his account current, which was always flush.
Was Phileas Fogg rich? Undoubtedly. But those who


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knew him best could not imagine how he had made his
fortune, and Mr. Fogg was the last person to whom to
apply for the information. He was not lavish, nor, on the
contrary, avaricious; for whenever he knew that money
was needed for a noble, useful, or benevolent purpose, he
supplied it quietly, and sometimes anonymously. He was,
in short, the least communicative of men. He talked very
little, and seemed all the more mysterious for his taciturn
manner. His daily habits were quite open to observation;
but whatever he did was so exactly the same thing that he
had always done before, that the wits of the curious were
fairly puzzled.
Had he travelled? It was likely, for no one seemed to
know the world more familiarly; there was no spot so
secluded that he did not appear to have an intimate
acquaintance with it. He often corrected, with a few clear
words, the thousand conjectures advanced by members of
the club as to lost and unheard-of travellers, pointing out
the true probabilities, and seeming as if gifted with a sort
of second sight, so often did events justify his predictions.
He must have travelled everywhere, at least in the spirit
.
It was at least certain that Phileas Fogg had not
absented himself from London for many years. Those
who were honoured by a better acquaintance with him
than the rest, declared that nobody could pretend to have
ever seen him anywhere else. His sole pastimes were
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reading the papers and playing whist. He often won at
this game, which, 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,
unwearying struggle, congenial to his tastes.
Phileas Fogg was not known to have either wife or chil-
dren, 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 sleep-
ing 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


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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 eccen-
tricity!
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 Fahren-
heit instead of eighty-six; and he was awaiting his suc-
cessor, 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


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Mr. Fogg would, according to his daily habit, quit Saville
Row, and repair to the Reform.
A rap at this moment sounded on the door of the cosy
apartment where Phileas Fogg was seated, and James
Forster, the dismissed servant, appeared.
"The new servant," said he.
A young man of thirty advanced and bowed.
"You are a Frenchman, I believe," asked Phileas Fogg,
'and your name is John?"
"Jean, if monsieur pleases," replied the 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 out-
spoken, I've had several trades. I've been an itinerant
singer, a circus-rider, when I used to vault like Leotard,
and dance on a rope like Blondin. Then I got to be a
professor of gymnastics, so as to make better use of my
talents; and then I was a sergeant fireman at Paris, and
assisted at many a big fire. But I quitted France five
years ago, and, wishing to taste the sweets of domestic life,
took service as a valet here in England. Finding myself
out of place, and hearing that Monsieur Phileas Fogg was
the most exact and settled gentleman in the United King-
dom, I have come to monsieur in the hope of living with him a tranquil life, and forgetting even the name of
Passepartout"



JEAN PASSEPARTOUT —Page 6





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


AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.
CHAPTER II.
IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT IS CONVINCED THAT HE HAS-
, AT LAST FOUND HIS IDEAL.
"Faith," muttered Passepartout, somewhat flurried, " I've
seen people at Madame Tussaud's as lively as my new
master!"
Madame Tussaud's "people," let it be said, are of wax,
and are much visited in London; speech is all that is
wanting to make them human.
During his brief interview with Mr. Fogg, Passepartout
had been carefully observing him. He appeared to be a
man about forty years of age, with fine, handsome features,
and a tall, well-shaped figure; his hair and whiskers were
light, his forehead compact and unwrinkled, his face rather
pale, his teeth magnificent. His countenance possessed in
the highest degree what physiognomists call "repose in
action," a quality of those who act rather than talk. Calm
and phlegmatic, with a clear eye, Mr. Fogg seemed a
perfect type of that English composure which Angelica


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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 01
agitated. He was the most deliberate person in the world,
yet always reached his destination at the exact moment.
He lived alone, and so to speak, outside of every social
relation; and as he knew that in this world account must
be taken of friction, and that friction retards, he never
rubbed against anybody.
As for Passepartout, he was a true Parisian of Paris.
Since he had abandoned his own country for England,
taking service as a valet, he had in vain searched for a
master after his own heart. Passepartout was by no means
one of those pert dunces depicted by Moliere, 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


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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 aione 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 whim-
sical 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 nis
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 >


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past nine, and the toilet at twenty minutes before ten.
Everything was regulated and foreseen that was to be done
from half-past eleven a.m. till midnight, the hour at which
the methodical gentleman retired.
Mr. Fogg's wardrobe was amply supplied and in the best
taste. Each pair of trousers, coat, and vest bore a number,
indicating the time of year and season at which they were
in turn to be laid out for wearing; and the same system
was applied to the master's shoes. In short, the house in
Saville Row, which must have been a very temple of
disorder and unrest under the illustrious but dissipated
Sheridan, was cosiness, comfort, and method 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 joyfully, " This is just what I wanted! Ah,
we shall get on together, Mr. Fogg and I! What a do-
mestic and regular gentleman! A real machine; well. I
don't mind serving a machine.


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Continent, and he'll be a clever fellow if he slips through
their fingers."
"But have you got the robber's description?" asked
Stuart.
"In the first place, he is no robber at all," returned Ralph,
positively.
"What! a fellow who makes off with fiftv-five thousand
pounds, no robber?"
"No."
"Perhaps he's a manufacturer, then."
"The Daily Telegraphsays that he is a gentleman."
It was Hiileas 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 register-
ing the receipt of three shillings and sixpence. Of course
he could not have his eyes everywhere. Let it be observed
that the Bank of England reposes a touching confidence
in the honesty of the public. There are neither guards
nor gratings to protect its treasures; gold, silver, bank-
notes are freely exposed, at the mercy of the first comer.
A keen observer of English customs relates that, being in


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one of the rooms of the Bank one day, he had the curio-
sity 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 was passed to the
account of profit and loss. As soon as the robbery was
discovered, picked detectives hastened off to Liverpool, Glasgow, Havre, Suez, Brindisi, New York, and other
ports, inspired by the proffered reward of two thousand
pounds, and five per cent, on the sum that might be
recovered. Detectives were also charged with narrowly
watching those who arrived at or left London by rail, and
a judicial examination was at once entered upon.
. There were real grounds for supposing, as the Daily
Telegraph said, that the thief did not belong to a pro-
fessional band. On the day of the robbery a well-dressed
gentleman of polished manners, and with a well-to-do air,
had been observed going to and fro in the paying-room,
where the crime was committed. A description of him was
easily procured, and sent to the detectives; and some hope-


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ful spirits, of whom Ralph was one, did not despair of
his apprehension. The papers and clubs were full of
the affair, and everywhere people were discussing the
probabilities of a successful pursuit; and the Reform
Club was especially agitated, several of its members
being Bank officials.
Ralph would not concede that the work of the detectives
was likely to be in vain, for he thought that the prize
offered would greatly stimulate their zeal and activity.
But Stuart was far from sharing this confidence; and as
they placed themselves at the whist-table, they continued
to argue the matter. Stuart and Flanagan played together,
while Phileas Fogg had Fallentin for his partner. As the
game proceeded the conversation ceased, excepting between
the rubbers, when it revived again.
"I maintain," said Stuart, "that the chances are in
favour of the thief, who must be a shrewd fellow."
"Well, but where can he fly to ?" asked Ralph. "No
country is safe for him."
"Pshaw!"
"Where could he go, then?"
"Oh, I don't know that. The world is big enough."
"It was once," said Phileas Fogg, in a low tone. "Cut,
sir," he added, handing the cards to Thomas Flanagan.
The discussion fell during the rubber, after which Stuart
took up its thread.


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"What do you mean by 'once'? Has the world grown
smaller?"
"Certainly," returned Ralph. "I agree with Mr. Fogg.
The world has grown smaller, since a man can now go
round it ten times more quickly than a hundred years ago.
And that is why the search for this thief will be more
likely to succeed."
"And also why the thief can get away more easily."
"Be so good as to play, Mr. Stuart," said Phileas Fogg.
But the incredulous Stuart was not convinced, and
when the hand was finished, said eagerly: "You have a
strange way, Ralph, of proving that the world has grown
smaller. So, because you can go round it in three
months—"
"In eighty days," interrupted Phileas Fogg.
"That is true, gentlemen," added John Sullivan. "Only
eighty days, now that the section between Rothal and
Allahabad, on the Great Indian Peninsula Railway, has
been opened. Here is the estimate made by the Daily
Telegraph :—
From London to Suez vid Mont Cenis and
Brindisi, by rail and steamboats . . 7 days.
From Suez to Bombay, by steamer . . 13 „
From Bombay to Calcutta, by rail . 3 „
From Calcutta to Hong Kong, by steamer 13 „


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From Hong Kong to Yokohama (Japan), by
steamer 6 days.
From Yokohama to San Francisco, by
steamer 22 „
From San Francisco to New York, by rail . 7 „
From New York to London, by steamer and
rail 9 „
Total 80 days.
"Yes, in eighty days!" exclaimed Stuart, who in his
excitement made a false deal. "But that doesn't take
into account bad weather, contrary winds, shipwrecks, rail-
way accidents, and so on."
"All included," returned Phileas Fogg, continuing to
play despite the discussion.
"But suppose the Hindoos or Indians pull up the
rails," replied Stuart; "suppose they stop the trains, pillage
the luggage-vans, and scalp the passengers!"
"All included," calmly retorted Fogg; adding, as he
threw down the cards, "Two trumps."
Stuart, whose turn it was to deal, gathered them up,
and went on: "You are right theoretically, Mr. Fogg, but
practically—"
"Practically also, Mr. Stuart."
"I'd like to see you do it in eighty days." C 2


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"It depends on you. Shall we go?"
"Heaven preserve me! But I would wager four thousand
pounds that such a journey, made under these conditions,
is impossible."
"Quite possible, on the contrary," returned Mr. Fogg.
"Well, make it, then!"
"The journey round the world in eighty days?"
"Yes."
"I should like nothing better."
"When?"
"At once. Only I warn you that I shall do it at your
expense."
"It's absurd!" cried Stuart, who was beginning to be
annoyed at the persistency of his friend. "Come, let's go
on with the game."
"Deal over again, then," said Phileas Fogg. "There's
a false deal."
Stuart took up the pack with a feverish hand; then
suddenly put them down again.
"Well, Mr. Fogg," said he, "it shall be so: I will wager
the four thousand on it."
"Calm yourself, my dear Stuart," said Fallentin. "It's
only a joke."
"When I say I'll wager," returned Stuart, "I
mean it."
"All right." said Mr. Fogg; and, turning to the others,


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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 acci-
dental delay!"
"The unforeseen does not exist," quietly replied Phileas
Fogg.
"But, Mr. Fogg, eighty days are only the estimate of
the least possible time in which the journey can be made."
"A well-used minimum suffices for everything."
"But, in order not to exceed it, you must jump mathe-
matically from the trains upon the steamers, and from the
steamers upon the trains again."
"I will jump—mathematically."
"You are joking."
"A true Englishman doesn't joke when he is talking
about so serious a thing as a wager," replied Phileas Fogg,
solemnly. "I will bet twenty thousand pounds against
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."


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"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 pre-
served a stoical composure. He certainly did not bet to
win, and had only staked the twenty thousand pounds,
half of his fortune, because he foresaw that he might have
to expend the other half to carry out this difficult, not to
say unattainable, project. As for his antagonists, they
seemed much agitated; not so much by the value of their
stake, as because they had some scruples about betting
under, conditions so difficult to their friend.
The clock struck seven, and the party offered to suspend
the game so that Mr. Fogg might make his preparations
for departure.
"I am quite ready now," was his tranquil response.
"Diamonds are trumps: be so good as to play, gentlemen."


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CHAPTER IV.
IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG ASTOUNDS PASSEP A.RTOUT,
HIS SERVANT.
HAVING won twenty guineas at whist, and taken leave of
his friends, Phileas Fogg, at twenty-five minutes past seven,
left the Reform Club.
Passepartout, who had conscientiously studied the pro-
gramme of his duties, was more than surprised to see his
master guilty of the inexactness of appearing at this un-
accustomed hour; for, according to rule, he was not due
in Saville Row until precisely midnight.
Mr. Fogg repaired to his bedroom, and called out,
"Passepartout!"
Passepartout did not reply. It could not be he who was
called; it was not the right hour.
"Passepartout!" repeated Mr. Fogg, without raising his
voice.
Passepartout made his appearance.


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"I've called you twice," observed his master.
"But it is not midnight," responded the other, showing
his watch.
"I know it; I don't blame you. We start for Dover and
Cab is 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 over-
come 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 1"
Passepartout tried to reply, but could not. He went out,
mounted to his own room, fell into a chair, and muttered:


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"That's good, that is! And I, who wanted to remain
quiet!"
He mechanically set about making the preparations
for departure. Around the world in eighty days! Was
his master a fool? No. Was this a joke, then? They
were going to Dover; good. To Calais; good again.
After all, Passepartout, who had been away from France
five years, would not be sorry to set foot on his native soil
again. Perhaps they would go as far as Paris, and it would
do his eyes good to see Paris once more. But surely
a gentleman so chary of his steps would stop there; no
doubt,—but, then, it was none the less true that he was
going away, this so domestic person hitherto!
By eight o'clock Passepartout had packed the modest
carpet-bag, containing the wardrobes of his master and
himself; then, still troubled in mind, he carefully shut the
door of his room, and descended to Mr. Fogg.
Mr. Fogg was quite ready. Under his arm might have
been observed a red-bound copy of *' Bradshaw's Con-
tinental 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."


lb AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.
"My mackintosh and cloak?"
"Here they are."
"Good. Take this carpet-bag," handing it to Passepar-
tout. "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 hinf
down.
Master and man then descended, the street-door was
double-locked, and at the end of Saville Row they took
a cab and drove rapidly to Charing Cross. The cab
stopped before the railway station at twenty minutes past
eight. Passepartout jumped off the box and followed his
master, who, after paying the cabman, was about to enter
the station, when a poor beggar-woman, with a child in
her arms, her naked feet smeared with mud, her head
covered with a wretched bonnet, from which hung a
tattered feather, and her shoulders shrouded in a ragged
shawl, approached, and mournfully asked for alms.
Mr. Fogg took out the twenty guineas he had just won
at whist, and handed them to the beggar, saying, "Here,
my good woman. I 'm glad that I met you;" and passed
on.
Passepartout had a. moist sensation about the eyes; his
master's action touched his susceptible heart.
Two first-class tickets for Paris having been speedily


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purchased, Mr. Fogg was crossing the station to the train,
when he perceived his five friends of the Reform.
"Well, gentlemen," said he, "I'm off, you see; and if
you will examine my passport when I get back, you will
be able to judge whether I have accomplished the journey
agreed upon."
"Oh, that would be quite unnecessary, Mr. Fogg," said
Ralph, politely. "We will trust your word, as a gentle-
man of honour."
"You do not forget when you are due in London again?"
asked Stuart.
"In eighty days; on Saturday, the 2lst of December,
1872, at a quarter before nine p.m. Good-bye, gentle-
men."
Phileas Fogg and his servant seated themselves in a first-
class carriage at twenty minutes before nine; five minutes
later the whistle screamed, and the train slowly glided out
of the station.
The night was dark, and a fine, steady rain was falling.
Phileas Fogg, snugly ensconced in his corner, did not open
his lips. Passepartout, not yet recovered from his stupe-
faction, clung mechanically to the carpet-bag, with its
enormous treasure.
Just as the train was whirling through Sydenham,
Passepartout suddenly uttered a cry of despair.
"What's the matter?" asked Mr. Fogg.


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\
CHAPTER V.
IN WHICH A NEW SPECIES OF FUNDS, UNKNOWN TO
THE MONEYED MEN, APPEARS ON 'CHANGE.
PHILEAS FOGG rightly suspected that his departure from
London would create a lively sensation at the West End.
The news of the bet spread through the Reform Club, and
afforded an exciting topic of conversation to its members.
From the Club it soon got into the papers throughout
England. The boasted "tour of the world" was talked
about, disputed, argued with as much warmth as if the
subject were another Alabama claim. Some took sides
with Phileas Fogg, but the large majority shook their
heads and declared against him; it was absurd, impossible,
they declared, that the tour of the world could be made.
except theoretically and on paper, in this minimum of
time, and with the existing means of travelling. The
Times, Standard, Morning Post, and Daily News, and
twenty other highly respectable newspapers scouted


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Mr. Fogg's project as madness; the Daily Telegraph alone
hesitatingly supported him. People in general thought
him a lunatic, and blamed his Reform Club friends for
having accepted a wager which betrayed the mental
aberration of its proposer.
Articles no less passionate than logical appeared on the
question, for geography is one of the pet subjects of the
English; and the columns devoted to Phileas Fogg's ven-
ture were eagerly devoured by all classes of readers. At
first some rash individuals, principally of the gentler sex,
espoused his cause, which became still more popular when
the Illustrated London News came out with his portrait,
copied from a photograph in the Reform Club. A
few readers of the Daily Telegraph even dared to say,
"Why not, after all? Stranger things have come to
pass."
At last a long article appeared, on the 7th of October, in
the bulletin of the Royal Geographical Society, which
treated the question from every point of view, and demon-
strated the utter folly of the enterprise.
Everything, it said, was against the travellers, every
obstacle imposed alike by man and by nature. A mira-
culous 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
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bulletin of the Geographical Society appeared, the demand
began to subside: "Phileas Fogg " declined. They were
offered by packages, at first of five, then of ten, until at
last nobody would take less than twenty, fifty, a hundred!
Lord Albemarle, an elderly paralytic gentleman, was
now the only advocate of Phileas Fogg left. This noble
lord, who was fastened to his chair, would have given his
fortune to be able to make the tour of the world, if it took
ten years; and he bet five thousand pounds on Phileas
Fogg. When the folly as well as the uselessness of the
adventure was pointed out to him, he contented himself
with replying, "If the thing is feasible, the first to do it
ought to be an Englishman."
The Fogg party dwindled more and more, everybody
was going against him, and the bets stood a hundred and
fifty and two hundred to one; and a week after his de-
parture, 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:—
Suez to Loudon.
Rowan, Commissioner of Police, Scotland Yard:
I've found the bank robber, Fhileas Fogg. Scud without
delay warrant of arrest to Bombay.
. Fix. Detective.


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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 descrip-
tion of the robber which had been provided to the police.
The mysterious habits of Phileas Fogg were recalled; his
solitary ways, his sudden departure; and it seemed clear
that, in undertaking a tour round the world on the pretext
of a wager, he had had no other end in view than to elude
the detectives, and throw them off his track.
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34 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.
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 be-
tween Brindisi and Bombay vid 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






DETECTIVE FIX. — Page j5,


AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 35
the enterprise of M. Lesseps, a fast-growing town. One
was the British consul at Suez, who, despite the prophecies
of the English Government, and the unfavourable predic-
tions of Stephenson, was in the habit of seeing, from his'
office window, English ships daily passing to and fro on
the great canal, by which the old roundabout route from
England to India by the Cape of Good Hope was abridged
by at least a half. The other was a small, slight-built per-
sonage, with a nervous, intelligent face, and bright eyes
peering out from under eyebrows which he was incessantly
twitching. He was just now manifesting unmistakable
signs of impatience, nervously pacing up and down, and
unable to stand still for a moment. This was Fix, one of
the detectives who had been 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 characters, 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," 1 eplicd the consul. "She was bespoken
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yesterday at Port Said, and the rest of the way is of no
account to such a craft. I repeat that the 'Mongolia' has
been in advance of the time required by thecompany's regu-
lations, and gained the prize awarded for excess of speed."
"Does she come directly from Brindisi?"
"Directly from Brindisi; she takes on the Indian mails
there, and she left there Saturday at five p.m. Have
patience, Mr. Fix; she will not be late. But really I don't
see how, from the description you have, you will be able to
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 have a scent
for them, and a scent is like a sixth sense which combines
hearing, seeing, and smelling. I've arrested more than
one of these gentlemen in my time, and if my thief is on
board, I'll answer for it, he'll not slip through my fingers."
"I hope so, Mr. Fix, for it was a heavy robbery."
"A magnificent robbery, consul; fifty-five thousand
pounds! We don't often have such windfalls. Burglars
are getting to be so contemptible nowadays! A fellow
gets hung for a handful of shillings!"
"Mr. Fix," said the consul, "I like your way of talking,
and hope you'll succeed; but I fear you will find it far
from easy." Don't you see, the description which you have
there has a singular resemblance to an honest man?"
"Consul," remarked the detective, dogmatically, "great


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robbers always resemble honest folks. Fellows who have
rascally faces have only one course to take, and that is to
remain honest; otherwise they would be arrested off-hand.
The artistic thing is, to unmask honest countenances; it's
no light task, I admit, but a real art."
Mr. Fix evidently was not wanting in a tinge of self-
conceit.
Little by little the scene on the quay became more
animated; sailors of various nations, merchants, ship-
brokers, porters, fellahs, bustled to and fro as if the
steamer were immediately expected. The weather was clear, and slightly chilly. The minarets of the town
loomed above the houses in the pale rays of the sun. A
jetty pier, some two thousand yards long, extended into
the roadstead. A number of fishing-smacks and coasting
boats, some retaining the fantastic fashion of ancient
galleys, were discernible on the Red Sea.
As he passed among the busy crowd, Fix, according
to habit, 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


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thirteen hundred and ten miles from Suez to Aden, at the
other end of the Red Sea, and she has to take in a fresh
coal supply."
"And does she go from Suez directly to Bombay?"
"Without putting in anywhere."
"Good," said Fix. "If the robber is on board, he will
no doubt get off at Suez, so as to reach the Dutch or
French colonies in Asia by some other route. He ought
to know that he would not be safe an hour in India, which
is English soil."
"Unless," objected the consul, "he is exceptionally
shrewd. An English criminal, you know, is always better
concealed in London than anywhere else."
This observation furnished the detective food for thought,
and meanwhile the consul went away to his office. Fix, left
alone, was more impatient than ever, having a presentiment
that the robber was on board the "Mongolia." If he had
indeed left London intending to reach the New World, he
would naturally take the route vid 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 " Mon-
golia." 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 slut 


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anchored in the road. She brought an unusual number
of passengers, some of whom remained on deck to
scan the picturesque panorama of the town, while the
greater part disembarked in the boats, and landed on the
quay.
Fix took up a position, and carefully examined each
face and figure which made its appearance. Presently one
of the passengers, after vigorously pushing his way through
the importunate crowd of porters, came up to him, and
politely asked if he could point out the English consulate,
at the same time showing a passport which he wished to
have visaed. Fix instinctively took the passport, and with
a rapid glance read the description of its bearer. An
involuntary motion of surprise nearly escaped him, for
the description in the passport was identical with that of
the bank robber which he had received from Scotland
Yard.
"Is this your passport ?" asked he,
"No, it's my master's."
"And your master is—"
"He stayed on board."
"But he must go to the consul's in person, so as to esta-
blish his identity."
"Oh, is that necessary?"
"Quite indispensable."
"And where is the consulate i"


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"There, on the corner of the square," said Fix, pointing
to a house two hundred steps off.
"I'll go and fetch my master, who won't be much
pleased, however, to be disturbed."
The passenger bowed to Fix, and returned to the
steamer.


AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 4-1
CHAPTER VII.
WHICH ONCE MORE DEMONSTRATES THE USELESSNESS
OF PASSPORTS AS AIDS TO DETECTIVES.
The detective passed down the quay, and rapidly made
his way to the consul's office, where he was at once
admitted to the presence of that official.
"Consul," said he, without preamble, "I have strong
reasons for believing that my man is a passenger on the
'Mongolia.'" And he narrated what had just passed
concerning the passport.
"Well, Mr. Fix," replied the consul, "I shall not be
sorry to see the rascal's face; but perhaps he won't come
here,—that is, if he is„the person you suppose him to be.
A robber doesn't quite like to leave traces of his flight
behind him; and besides, he is not obliged to have his
passport countersigned."
"If he is as shrewd as I think he is, consul, he will
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"To have his passport visaed?"
"Yes. Passports are only good for annoying honest
folks, and aiding in the flight of rogues. I assure you it
will be quite the thing for him to do; but I hope you will
not visa the passport."
"Why not? If the passport is genuine, I have no right
to refuse."
"Still I must keep this man here until I can get a
warrant to arrest him from London."
"Ah, that's your look-out. But I cannot—"
The consul did not finish his sentence, for as he spoke a
knock was heard at the door, and two strangers entered,
one of whom was the servant whom Fix had met on the
quay. The other, who was his master, held out his pass-
port with the request that the consul would do him the
favour to visa it. The consul took the document and care-
fully read it, whilst Fix observed, or rather devoured, the
stranger with his eyes from a corner of the room.
"You are Mr. Phileas Fogg?" said the consul, after
reading the passport.
"I am."
"And this man is your servant?"
"He is; a Frenchman, named Passepartout."
"You are from London?"
"Yes."
"And you are going—"


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"To Bombay."
"Very good, sir. You know that a visa is useless, and
that no passport is required?"
"I know it, sir," replied Phileas Fogg; "but I wish to
prove, by your visa, that I came by Suez."
"Very well, sir."
The consul proceeded to sign and date the passport,
after which he added his official seal. Mr. Fogg paid the
customary fee, coldly bowed, and went out, followed by his
servant.
"Well ?" queried the detective.
"Well,.he looks and acts like a perfectly honest man,"
replied the consul.
"Possibly; but that is not the question. Do you think,
consul, that this phlegmatic gentleman resembles, feature
by feature, the robber whose description I have received?"
"I concede that; but then, i you know, all descrip-
tions —"
"I'll make certain of it," interrupted Fix. "The servant
seems to me less mysterious than the master; besides, he's
a Frenchman, and can't help talking. Excuse me for a
little while, consul."
Fix started off in search of Passepartout.
Meanwhile Mr. Fogg, after leaving the consulate, repaired
to the quay, gave some orders to Passepartout, went off to
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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, 158^; or, in days, six days and a
half."
These dates were inscribed in an itinerary divided into
columns, indicating the month, the day of the month, and
the day for the stipulated and actual arrivals at each prin-
cipal 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 every-
thing needed, and Mr. Fogg always knew whether he was
behindhand or in advance of his time. On this Friday,
October 9th, he noted his arrival at Suez, and observed
that he had as yet neither gained nor lost. He sat down


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quietly to breakfast in his cabin, never once thinking of
inspecting the town, being one of those Englishmen who
are wont to see foreign countries through the eyes of their
domestics.


4.6 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.
CHAPTER VIII.
IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT TALKS RATHER MORE,
PERHAPS, THAN IS PRUDENT.
Fix soon rejoined Passepartout, who was lounging and
looking about on the quay, as if he did not feel that he, at
least, was obliged not to see anything.
"Well, my friend," said the detective, coming up with
him, "is your passport visaed?"
"Ah, it's you, is it, monsieur?" responded Passepartout.
"Thanks, yes, the passport is all right."
"And you are looking about you?"
"Yes; but we travel so fast that I seem to be journeying
in a dream. So this is Suez?"
"Yes."
"In Egypt?"
"Certainly, in Egypt."
"And in Africa?"
"In Africa."


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"In Africa !" repeated Passepartout. "Just think, mon-
sieur, I had no idea that we should go farther than Paris;
and all that I saw of Paris was between twenty minutes
past seven and twenty minutes before nine in the morning,
between the Northern and the Lyons stations, through the
windows of a car, and in a driving rain! How I regret not
having seen once more Pere la Chaise and the circus in the
Champs Elysees!"
"You are in a great hurry, then?"
"I am not, but my master is. By the way, I must buy
some shoes and shirts. We came away without trunks,
only with a carpet-bag."
"I will show you an excellent shop for getting what you
want."
"Really, monsieur, you are very kind."
And they walked off together, Passepartout chatting
volubly as they went along.
"Above all," said he, " don't let me lose the steamer."
"You have plenty of time; it's only twelve o'clock."
Passepartout pulled out his big watch. "Twelve!" he
exclaimed; "why it's only eight minutes before ten."
"Your watch is slow."
"My watch? A family watch, monsieur, which has come
down from my great-grandfather! It doesn't vary five
minutes in the year, it's a perfect chronometer, look you."
"I see how it is," said Fix. "You have kept London
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time, which is two hours behind that of Suez. You ought
to regulate your watch at noon in each country,"
"I regulate my watch? Never!"
"Well, then, it will not agree with the sun."
"So much the worse for the sun, monsieur. The sun
will be wrong, then 1"
And the worthy fellow returned the watch to its fob
with a defiant gesture. After a few minutes' silence, Fix
resumed: "You left London hastily, then?"
"I rather think so! Last Friday at eight o'clock in the
evening, Monsieur Fogg came home from his club, and
three quarters of an hour afterwards we were off."
"But where is your master going?"
"Always straight ahead. He is going round the
world."
"Round the world ?" cried Fix.
"Yes, and in eighty days! He says it is on a wager;
but, between us, I don't believe a word of it. That
wouldn't be common sense. There's something else in the
wind."
"Ah! Mr. Fogg is a character, is he?"
"I should say he was."
"Is he rich?"
"No doubt, for he is carrying an enormous sum in 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


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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 de-
parture from London soon after the robbery; the large
sum carried by Mr. Fogg; his eagerness to reach distant
countries; the pretext of an eccentric and foolhardy bet,—
all confirmed Fix in his theory. He continued to pump
poor Passepartout, and learned that he really knew little
or nothing of his master, who lived a solitary existence in
London, was said to be rich, though no one knew whence
came his riches, and was mysterious and impenetrable in
his affairs and habits. Fix felt sure that Phileas Fogg
would not land at Suez, but was really going on to
B .imbay.
"Is Bombay far from here?" asked Passepartout.
"Pretty far. It is a ten days' voyage by sea."
"And in what country is Bombay t"
"India."
"In Asia?"
"Certainly."
"The deuce! I was going to tell you,—there's one
thing that worries me,—my burner!"
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"What burner?"
"My gas-burner, which I forgot to turn off, and which is
at this moment burning—at my expense. I have calcu-
lated, monsieur, that I lose two shillings every four and
twenty hours, exactly sixpence more than I earn; and
you will understand that the longer our journey—"
Did Fix pay any attention to Passepartout's trouble
about the gas? It is not probable. He was not listening,
but was cogitating a project. Passepartout and he had
now reached the shop, where Fix left his companion to
make his purchases, after recommending him not to miss
the steamer, and hurried back to the consulate. Now that
he was fully convinced, Fix had quite recovered his equa-
nimity.
"Consul," said he, "I have no longer any doubt. I have
spotted my man. He passes himself off as an odd stick,
who is going round the world in eighty days."
"Then he's a sharp fellow," returned the consul, "and
counts on returning to London after putting the police of
the two continents off his track."
"We'll see about that," replied Fix.
"But are you not mistaken?"
"I am not mistaken."
"Why was this robber so anxious to prove, by the visa,
that he had passed through Suez?"
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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, pro-
ceeding on board the " Mongolia;" and ere many moments
longer, the noble steamer rode out at full steam upon'the
waters of the Red Sea.
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CHAPTER IX.
IN WHICH THE RED SEA AND THE INDIAN OCEAN
PROVE PROPITIOUS TO THE DESIGNS OF PHILEAS
FOGG.
The distance between Suez and Aden is precisely thirteen
hundred and ten miles, and the regulations of the company
allow the steamers one hundred and thirty-eight hours in
which to traverse it. The "Mongolia," thanks to the vigorous
exertions of the engineer, seemed likely, so rapid was her
speed, to reach her destination considerably within that
time. The greater part of the passengers from Brindisi
were bound for India—some for Bombay, others for Cal-
cutta 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 govern-


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ment has assumed the powers of the East India Company;
for the sub-lieutenants get 280/., brigadiers, 2400/., and
generals of division, 4000/. 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
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Gab, 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 picturesque outlines against the sky;
and betrayed no fear of the dangers of the Arabic Gulf,
which the old historians always spoke of with horror, and
upon which the ancient navigators never ventured without
propitiating the gods by ample sacrifices. How did this
eccentric personage pass his time on the "Mongolia"? He
made his four hearty meals every day, regardless of the
most persistent rolling and pitching on the part of the
steamer; and he played whist indefatigably, for he had
found partners as enthusiastic in the game as himself. A
tax-collector, on the way to his post at Goa; the Rev.
Decimus Smith, returning to his parish at Bombay; and a
brigadier-general of the English army, who was about to
rejoin his brigade at Benares, made up the party, and, with
Mr. Fogg, played whist by the hour together in absorbing
silence.
As for Passepartout, he, too, had escaped sea-sickness,
and took his meals conscientiously in the forward cabin.
He rather enjoyed the voyage, for he was well fed and well
lodged, took a great interest in the scenes through which
they were passing, and consoled himself with the delusion


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that his master's whim would end at Bombay. He was
pleased, on the day after leaving Suez, to find on deck the
obliging person with whom he had walked and chatted on
the quays.
"If I am not mistaken," said he, approaching this person
with his most amiable smile, "you are the gentleman who
so kindly volunteered to guide me at Suez?"
"Ah! I quite 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 will have
ample time to see the sights."
"I hope so, Monsieur Fix. You see, a man of sound
sense ought not to spend his life jumping from a steamer
upon a railway train, and from a railway train upon a


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steamer again, pretending to make the tour of the world
in eighty days! No; all these gymnastics, you may be
sure, will cease at Bombay."
"And Mr. Fogg is getting on well?" asked Fix, in the
most natural tone in the world.
"Quite well, and I too. I eat like a famished ogre;
it's the sea air."
"But I never see your master on deck."
"Never; he hasn't the least curiosity."
"Do you know, Mr. Passepartout, that this pretended
tour in eighty days may conceal some secret errand—
perhaps a diplomatic mission?"
"Faith, Monsieur Fix, I assure you I know nothing
about it, nor would I give half-a-crown to find out."
After this meeting, Passepartout and Fix got into the
habit of chatting together, the latter making it a point to
gain the worthy man's confidence. He frequently offered
him a glass of whiskey or pale ale in the steamer bar-room,
which Passepartout never failed to accept with graceful
alacrity, mentally pronouncing Fix the best of good
fellows.
Meanwhile the " Mongolia" was pushing forward rapidly j
on the 13th, Mocha, surrounded by its ruined walls whereon
date-trees were growing, was sighted, and on the moun-
tains beyond were espied vast coffee-fields. Passepartout
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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. But
this delay, as it was foreseen, did not affect Phileas Fogg's
programme; besides, the "Mongolia," instead of reaching
Aden on the morning of the 15th, when she was due,
arrived there on the evening of the 14th, a gain of fifteen
hours.
Mr. Fogg and his servant went ashore at Aden to have
the passport again visaed; Fix, unobserved, followed them.
The visa procured, Mr. Fogg returned on board to resume
his former habits; while Passepartout, according to custom,
sauntered about among the mixed population of Somanlis,
Banyans, Parsees, Jews, Arabs, and Europeans who com-
prise the twenty-five thousand inhabitants of Aden. He
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place the Gibraltar of the Indian Ocean, and the vast
cisterns where the English engineers were still at work, two
thousand years after the engineers of Solomon.
"Very curious, very curious," said Passepartout to him-
self, 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, re-
appeared on deck, and the singing and dancing were
resumed. The trip was being accomplished most success-
fully, and Passepartout was enchanted with the congenial
companion which chance had secured him in the person of
the delightful Fix. On Sunday, October 20th, towards
noon, they came in sight of the Indian coast: two hours
later the pilot came on board. A range of hills lay against
the sky in the horizon, and soon the rows of palms
which adorn Bombay came distinctly into view. The
steamer entered the road formed by the islands in the
bay, and at half-past four she hauled up at the quays of
Bombay.
Phileas Fogg was in the act of finishing the thirty-third
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by a„ bold stroke, captured all thirteen of the tricks, con-
cluded 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.


6o AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.
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, Bom-
bay, 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
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The celebrated East India Company was all-powerful
from 1756, when the English first gained a foothold on
the spot where now stands the city of Madras, down to the
time of the great Sepoy insurrection. It gradually annexed
province after province, purchasing them of the native chiefs,
whom it seldom paid, and appointed the governor-general
and his subordinates, civil and military. But the East
India Company has now passed away, leaving the British
possessions in India directly under the control of the
Crown. The aspect of the country, as well as the manners
and distinctions of race, is daily changing.
Formerly one was obliged to travel in India by the old
cumbrous methods of going on foot or on horseback, in
palanquins or unwieldy coaches; now, fast steamboats ply
on the Indus and the Ganges, and a great railway, with
branch lines joining the main line at many points on its
route, traverses the peninsula from Bombay to Calcutta in
three days. This railway does not run in a direct line
across India. The distance between Bombay and Cal-
cutta, as the bird flies, is only from one thousand to eleven
hundred miles; but the deflections of the road increase
this distance by more than a third.
The general route of the Great Indian Peninsula Rail-
way is as follows:—Leaving Bombay, it passes through
Salcette, crossing to the continent opposite Tannah, goes
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east as far as Burhampoor, skirts the nearly independent
territory of Bundelcund, ascends to Allahabad, turns thence
eastwardly, meeting the Ganges at Benares, then departs
from the river a little, and, descending south-eastward by
Burdivan and the French town of Chandernagor, has its
terminus at Calcutta.
The passengers of the " Mongolia" went ashore at half-
past four p.m.; at exactly eight the train would start for
Calcutta.
Mr. Fogg, after bidding good-bye to his whist partners,
left the steamer, gave his servant several errands to do,
urged it upon him to be at the station promptly at eight,
and, with his regular step, which beat to the second, like
an astronomical clock, directed his steps to the passport
office. As for the wonders of Bombay—its famous city
hall, its splendid library, its forts and docks, its bazaars,
mosques, synagogues, its Armenian churches, and the noble
pagoda on 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 Elcphanta, or the mys-
terious 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,
Fhileas Fogg repaired quietly to the railway station, where
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03
the landlord especially recommended a certain giblet of
"native rabbit," on which he prided himself.
Mr. Fogg accordingly tasted the dish, but, despite its
spiced sauce, found it far from palatable. He rang for the
landlord, and on his appearance, said, fixing his clear eyes
upon him, " Is this rabbit, sir?"
"Yes, my lord," the rogue boldly replied, "rabbit from
the jungles."
"And this rabbit did not mew when he was killed?"
"Mew, my lord! what, a rabbit mew! I swear to
you--" "Be so good, landlord, as not to swear, but remember
this: cats were formerly considered, in India, as sacred
animals. That was a good time."
"For the cats, my lord?"
"Perhaps for the travellers as well!"
After which Mr. Fogg quietly continued his dinner.
Fix had gone on shore shortly after Mr. Fogg, and his
first destination was the head-quarters of the Bombay
police. He made himself known as a London detective,
told his business at Bombay, and the position of affairs
relative to the supposed robber, and nervously asked if a
warrant had arrived from London. It had not reached the
office; indeed, there had not yet been time for it to arrive.
Fix was sorely disappointed, and tried to obtain an order
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the director refused, as the matter concerned the London
office, which alone could legally deliver the warrant. Fix
did not insist, and was fain to resign himself to await the
arrival of the important document* but he was determined
not to lose sight of the mysterious rogue as long as he
stayed in Bombay. He did not doubt for a moment, any
more than Passepartout, that Philcas Fogg would remain
there, at least until it was time for the warrant to arrive.
Passepartout, however, had no sooner heard his master's
orders on leaving the "Mongolia," than he saw at once
that they were to leave Bombay as they had done Suez
and Paris, and that the journey would be extended at
least as far as Calcutta, and perhaps beyond that place.
He began to ask himself if this bet that Mr. Fogg talked
about was not really in good earnest, and whether his fate
was not in truth forcing him, despite his love of repose,
around the world in eighty days!
Having purchased the usual quota of shirts and shoes,
he took a leisurely promenade about the streets, where
crowds of people of many nationalities—Europeans,
Persians with pointed caps, Banyas with round turbans,
Sindes with square bonnets, Parsees with black mitres, and
long-robed Armenians—were collected. It happened to
be the day of a Parsee festival. These descendants of the
sect of Zoroaster—the most thrifty, civilized, intelligent,
and austere of the East Indians, among whom are counted


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the richest native merchants of Bombay—were celebrating
a sort of religious carnival, with processions and shows, in
the midst of which Indian dancing-girls, clothed in rose-
coloured gauze, looped up with gold and silver, danced
airily, but with perfect modesty, to the sound of viols and
the clanging of tambourines. It is needless to say that
Passepartout watched these curious ceremonies with staring
eyes and gaping mouth, and that his countenance was that
of the greenest booby imaginable.
Unhappily for his master, as well as himself, his curiosity
drew him unconsciously farther off than he intended to go.
At last, having seen the Parsee carnival wind away in the
distance, he was turning his steps towards the station, when
he happened to espy the splendid pagoda on 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 without first leaving their shoes outside the
door. It may be said here that the wise policy of the
British Government severely punishes a disregard of the
practices of the native religions.
Passepartout, however, thinking no harm, went in like a
simple tourist, and was soon lost in admiration of the splendid
Brahmin ornamentation which everywhere met his eyes,
when of a sudden he found himself sprawling on the sacred
flagging. He looked up to behold three enraged priests, who
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forthwith fell upon him, tore off his shoes, and began to beat
him with loud, savage exclamations. The agile Frenchman
was soon upon his feet again, and lost no time in knocking
down two of his long-gowned adversaries with his fists and
a vigorous application of his toes; then, rushing out of the
pagoda as fast as his legs could carry him, he soon escaped
the third priest by mingling with the crowd in the streets.
At five minutes before eight, Passepartout, hatless, shoe-
less, and having in the squabble lost his package of shirts
and shoes, rushed breathlessly into the station.
Fix, who had followed Mr. Fogg to the station, and saw
that he was really going to leave Bombay, was there, upon
the platform. He had resolved to follow the supposed
robber to Calcutta, and farther, if necessary. Passepartout
did not observe the detective, who stood in an obscure
corner; but Fix heard him relate his adventures in a few
words to Mr. Fogg.
"I hope that this will not happen again," said Phileas
Fogg, coldly, as he got into the train. Poor Passepartout,
quite crestfallen, followed his master without a word. Fix
was on the point of entering another carriage, when an
idea struck him which induced him to alter his plan.
"No, I'll stay," muttered he. "An offence has been
committed on Indian soil. I've got my man."
Just then the locomotive gave a sharp screech, and the
train passed out into the darkness of the night
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CHAPTER XL
IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG SECURES A CURIOUS MEANS
OF CONVEYANCE AT A FABULOUS PRICE.
THE train had started punctually. Among the passen-
gers 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 car-
riage with his master, and a third passenger occupied a
seat opposite to them. This was Sir Francis Cromarty,
one'»of Mr. Fogg's whist partners on the "Mongolia,"
now on his way to join his corps at Benares. Sir Francis
was a tall, fair man of fifty, who had greatly distinguished
himself in the last Sepoy revolt. He made India his
home, only paying brief visits to England at rare inter-
vals; 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 de-'
scribing a circumference, took no pains to inquire into
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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 de-
parture from London, and, had it been in his nature to
make a useless demonstration, would have rubbed his
hands for satisfaction. Sir Francis Cromarty had observed
the oddity of his travelling companion—although the only
opportunity he had for studying him had been while he
was dealing the cards, and between two rubbers—and
questioned himself whether a human heart really beat
beneath this cold exterior, and whether Phileas Fogg had
any sense of the beauties of nature. The brigadier-
general was free to mentally confess, that, of all the
eccentric persons he had ever met, none was comparable
to this product of the exact sciences.
Phileas Fogg had not concealed from Sir Francis.his
design of going round the world, nor the circumstances
under which he set out; and the general only saw in the
wager a useless eccentricity, and a lack of sound common- -
sense. In the way this strange gentleman was going on,
he would leave the world without having done any good
to himself or anybody else.
An hour after leaving Bombay the train had passed the
viaducts and the island of Salcette, and had got into the
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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 moun-
tains, which the passengers were obliged to cross in palan-
quins or on ponies to Kandallah, on the other side."
"Such a delay would not have deranged my plans in the
least," said Mr. Fogg. "I have constantly foreseen the
likelihood of certain obstacles."
"But, Mr. Fogg," pursued Sir Francis, "you run the risk
of having some difficulty about this worthy fellow's ad-
venture 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. "TheGovernment 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—"
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been caught he would have been condemned and punished,
and then would have quietly returned to Europe. I don't
see how this affair could have delayed his master."
The conversation fell again. During the night the train
left the mountains behind, and passed Nassik, and the
next day proceeded over the flat, well-cultivated country
of the Khandeish, with its straggling villages, above
which rose the minarets of the pagodas. This fertile
territory is watered by numerous small rivers and limpid
streams, mostly tributaries of the Godavery.
Passepartout, on waking and looking out, could not
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 marvellous
temples enriched by the exhaustless ornamentation of
Indian architecture. Then they came upon vast tracts
extending to the horizon, with jungles inhabited by snakes
and tigers, which fled at the noise of the train; succeeded
by forests penetrated by the railway, and still haunted by
elephants which, with pensive eyes, gazed at the train as
it passed. The travellers crossed, beyond Malligaum, the
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of the goddess Kali. Not far off rose Ellora, with its grace-
ful pagodas, and the famous Aurungabad, capital of the
ferocious Aurcng-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 god-
dess 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 direc-
tion. The English Government has succeeded in greatly
diminishing these murders, though the Thuggees still exist,
and pursue the exercise of their horrible rites.
At half-past twelve the train stopped at Burhampoor,
where Passepartout was able to purchase some Indian
slippers, ornamented with false pearls, in which, with evi-
dent 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 whirling across India at full speed, a sudden
change had come over the spirit of his dreams. His old
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his youth once more took possession of him. He came to
regard his master's project as intended in good earnest,
believed in the reality of the bet, and therefore in the tour of
the world, and the necessity of making it without fail within
the designated period. Already he began to worry about
possible delays, and accidents which might happen on
the way. He 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 unpardon-
able 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 Passe-
partout what time it was; to which, on consulting his
watch, he replied that it was three in the morning. This
famous timepiece, always regulated on the Greenwich
meridian, which was now some seventy-seven degrees
westward, was at least four hours slow. Sir Francis cor-
rected Passepartout's time, whereupon the latter made the


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same remark that he had done to Fix; and upon the
general insisting that the watch should be regulated in
each new meridian, since he was constantly going eastward,
that is in the face of the sun, and therefore the days were
shorter by four minutes for each degree gone over, Passe-
partout obstinately refused to alter his watch, which he
kept at London time. It was an innocent delusion which
could harm no one.
The train stopped, at eight o'clock, in the midst of a
glade some fifteen miles beyond Rothal, where there were
several bungalows and workmen's cabins. The conductor,
passing along the carriages, shouted, " Passengers will get
out here!"
Phileas Fogg looked at Sir Francis Cromarty for an
explanation; but the general could not tell what meant a
halt in the midst of this forest of dates and acacias.
Passepartout, not less surprised, rushed out and speedily
returned, crying, "Monsieur, no more railway!"
"What do you mean?" asked Sir Francis.
"I mean to say that the train isn't going on."
The general at once stepped out, while Phileas Fogg
calmly followed him, and they proceeded together to the
conductor.
"Where are we ?" asked Sir Francis.
"At the hamlet of Kholby."
"Do we stop here?"


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"Certainly. The railway isn't finished." "What! not finished?"
"No. There's still a matter of fifty miles to be laid
from here to Allahabad, where the line begins again."
"But the papers announced the opening of the railway
throughout."
"What would you have, officer? The papers were
mistaken."
"Yet you sell tickets from Bombay to Calcutta," re-
torted Sir Francis, who was growing warm.
"No doubt," replied the conductor; "but the passengers
know that they must provide means of transportation for
themselves from Kholby to Allahabad."
Sir Francis was furious. Passepartout would willingly
have knocked the conductor down, and did not dare to
look at his master.
"Sir Francis," said Mr. Fogg, quietly, "we will, if you
please, look about for some means of conveyance to
Allahabad."
"Mr. Fogg, this is a delay greatly to your disadvantage."
"No, Sir Francis; it was foreseen."
"What! You knew that the way—"
"Not at all; but I knew that some obstacle or other
would sooner or later arise on my route. Nothing, there-
fore, is lost. I have two days which I have already gained
to sacrifice. A steamer leaves Calcutta for Hong Kong at


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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 termina-
tion at this point. The papers were like some watches,
which have a way of getting too fast, and had been pre-
mature 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 pal-
kigharis, waggons drawn by zebus, carriages that looked like
perambulating pagodas, palanquins, ponies, and what not.
Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty, after searching the
village from end to end, came back without having found
anything. •
"I shall go afoot," said Phileas Fogg.
Passepartout, who had now rejoined his master, made a
wry grimace, as he thought of his magnificent, but too
frail Indian shoes. Happily he too had been looking about
him, and, after a moment's hesitation, said, " Monsieur, I
think I have found a means of conveyance."
''What?'' . "An elephant! An elephant that belongs to an Indian
who lives but a hundred steps from here."
"Let's go and see the elephant," replied Mr. Fogg.
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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 pur-
poses, 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 em-
ployed by those who train the Indian elephants for battle.
Happily, however, for Mr. Fogg, the animal's instruction
in this direction had not gone far, and the elephant still
preserved his natural gentleness. Kiouni—this was the
name of the beast—could doubtless travel rapidly for a
long time, and, in default of any other means of convey-
ance, Mr. Fogg resolved to hire him. But elephants are
far from cheap in India, where they are becoming scarce;
the males, which alone are suitable for circus shows,
are much sought, especially as but few of them are
domesticated. When, therefore, Mr. Fogg proposed to
the Indian to hire Kiouni, he refused point-blank. Mr.
Fogg persisted, offering the excessive sum of ten pounds
an hour for the loan of the beast to Allahabad. Refused.
Twenty pounds? Refused also. Forty pounds? Still
refused. Passepartout jumped at each advance; but the
Indian declined to be tempted. Yet the offer was an
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hours to reach Allahabad, his owner would receive no less
than six hundred pounds sterling.
Phileas Fogg, without getting in the least flurried, then
proposed to purchase the animal outright, and at first
offered a thousand pounds for him. The Indian, perhaps
thinking he was going to make a great bargain, still
refused.
Sir Francis Cromarty took Mr. Fogg aside, and begged
him to reflect before he went any further; to which that
gentleman replied that he was not in the habit of acting
rashly, that a bet of twenty thousand pounds was at stake,
that the elephant was absolutely necessary to him, and
that he would secure him if he had to pay twenty times
his value. Returning to the Indian, whose small, sharp
eyes, glistening with avarice, betrayed that with him it was
only a question of how great a price he could obtain, Mr.
Fogg offered first twelve hundred, then fifteen hundred,
eighteen hundred, two thousand pounds. Passepartout,
usually so rubicund, was fairly white with suspense.
At two thousand pounds the Indian yielded.
"What a price, good heavens!" cried Passepartout, "for
an elephant!"
It only remained now to find a guide, which was com-
parativc-ly easy. A young Tarsee, with an intelligent face,
offered his services, which Mr. Fogg accepted, promising
so generous a reward as to materially stimulate his zeal,


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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 pro-
ceeding that seemed to deprive poor Passepartout of his
vitals. Then he offered to carry Sir Francis to Allahabad,
which the brigadier gratefully accepted, as one traveller
the more would not be likely to fatigue the gigantic beast.
Provisions were purchased at Kholby, and while Sir Francis
and Mr. Fogg took the howdahs on either side, Passepar-
tout got astride the saddle-cloth between them. The Parsee
perched himself on the elephant's neck, and at nine o'clock
they set out from the village, the animal marching off
through the dense forest of palms by the shortest cut
.


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CHAPTER XII.
IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AND HIS COMPANIONS VEN-
TURE 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 theVindhia Mountains, did not pursue a straight course.
The Parsee, who was quite familiar with the roads and
paths in the district, declared that they would gain twenty
miles by striking directly through the forest.
Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty, plunged to the
neck in the peculiar howdahs provided for them, were
horribly jostled by the swift trotting of the elephant,
spurred on as he was by the skilful Parsee; but they
endured the discomfort with true British phlegm, talking
little, and scarcely able to catch a glimpse of each other.
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back, and received the direct force of each concussion as
he trod along, he was very careful, in accordance with his
master's advice, to keep his tongue from between his teeth,
as it would otherwise have been bitten off short. The
worthy fellow bounced from the elephant's neck to his
rump, and vaulted like a clown on a spring-board; yet
he laughed in the midst of his bouncing, and from time
to time took a piece of sugar out of his pocket, and
inserted it in Kiouni's trunk, who received it without in
the least slackening his regular trot.
After two hours the guide stopped the elephant, and
gave him an hour for rest, during which Kiouni, after
quenching his thirst at a neighbouring spring, set to
devouring the branches and shrubs round about him.
Neither Sir Francis nor Mr. Fogg regretted the delay, and
both descended with a feeling of relief. "Why, he's made
of iron!" exclaimed the general, gazing admiringly on
Kiouni.
"Of forged iron," replied Passepartout, as he set about
preparing a hasty breakfast.
- At noon the Parsce gave the signal of departure. The
country soon presented a very savage aspect. Copses of
dates and dwarf-palms succeeded the dense forests; then
vast, dry plains, dotted with scanty shrubs, and sown with
great blocks of syenite. All this portion of Bundelcund,
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fanatical population, hardened in the most horrible prac-
tices 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 in
almost impossible to reach in their inaccessible mountain
fastnesses. The travellers several times saw bands of
ferocious Indians, who, when they perceived the ele-
phant striding across country, made angry and threatening
motions. The Parsee avoided them as much as possible.
Few animals were observed on the route; even the
monkeys hurried from their path with contortions and
grimaces which convulsed Passepartout with laughter.
In the midst of his gaiety, however, one thought troubled
the worthy servant. What would Mr. Fogg do with the
elephant, when he got to Allahabad? Would he carry
him on with him? Impossible! The cost of transporting
him would make him ruinously expensive. Would he sell
him, or set him free? The estimable beast certainly
deserved some consideration. Should Mr. Fogg choose to
make him, Passepartout, a present of Kiouni, he would be
very much embarrassed; and these thoughts did not cease
worrying him for a long time.
The principal chain of the Vindhias was crossed by
eight in the evening, and another halt was made on
the northern slope, in a ruined bungalow. They
had gone nearly twenty-five miles that day, and an
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equal distance still separated them from the station of
Allahabad.
The night was cold. The Parsee lit a fire in the bun-
galow with a few dry branches, and the warmth was very
grateful. The provisions purchased at Khblby sufficed for
supper, and the travellers ate ravenously. The conver-
sation, beginning with'a few disconnected phrases, soon
gave place to loud and steady snores. The guide watched
Kiouni, who slept standing, bolstering himself against the
trunk of a large tree. Nothing occurred during the night
to disturb the slumberers, although occasional growls from
panthers and chatterings of monkeys broke the silence ; the
more formidable beasts made no cries or hostile demon-
stration against the occupants of the bungalow. Sir
Francis slept heavily, like an honest soldier overcome with
fatigue. Passepartout was wrapped in uneasy dreams of
the bouncing of the day before. As for Mr. Fogg, he
slumbered as peacefully as if he had been in his serene
mansion in Saville Row.
The journey was resumed at six in the morning; the
guide hoped to reach Allahabad by evening. In that case,
Mr. Fogg would only lose a part of the forty-eight hours
saved since the beginning of the tour. Kiouni, resuming
his rapid gait, soon descended the lower spurs of the
Vindhias, and towards noon they passed by the village of
Kallenger, on the Cani, one of the branches of the Ganges.


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The guide avoided inhabited places, thinking it safer to
keep the open country, which lies along the first depres-
sions 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 succulentas cream, was amplypartaken of and appreciated.
At two o'clock the guide entered a thick forest which
extended several miles; he preferred to travel under cover
of the woods. They had not as yet had any unpleasant
encounters, and the journey seemed on the point of being
successfully accomplished, when the elephant, becoming
restless, suddenly stopped.
It was then four o'clock.
"What's the matter ?" asked Sir Francis, putting out his
head.
"I don't know, officer," replied the Parsee, listening
attentively to a confused murmur which came through the
thick branches.
The murmur soon became more distinct; it now seemed
like a distant concert of human voices accompanied by
brass instruments. Passepartout was all eyes and ears.
Mr. Fogg patiently waited without a word. The Parsee
jumped to the ground, fastened the elephant to a tree, and
plunged into the thicket. He soon returned, saying,—
"A procession of Brahmins is coming this way. We
must prevent their seeing us, if possible."
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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 with-
out perceiving them amid the thick foliage, in which they
were wholly concealed.
The discordant tones of the voices and instruments drew
nearer, and now droning songs mingled with the sound of
the tambourines and cymbals. The head of the procession
soon appeared beneath the trees, a hundred paces away;
and the strange figures who performed the religious ceremony
were easily distinguished through the branches. First came
the priests, with mitres on their heads, and clothed in long
lace robes. They were surrounded by men, women, and
children, who sang a kind of lugubrious psalm, interrupted
at regular intervals by the tambourines and cymbals ; while
behind them was drawn a car with large wheels, the spokes
of which represented serpents entwined with each other.
Upon the car, which was drawn by four richly caparisoned
zebus, stood a hideous statue with four arms, the body
coloured a dull red, with haggard eyes, dishevelled hair,
protruding tongue, and lips tinted with betel. It stood
upright upon the figure of a prostrate and headless giant.
Sir Francis, recognizing the statue, whispered, "The
goddess Kali; the goddess of love and death."






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"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 themselves under the wheels of Juggernaut. Some
Brahmins, clad in all the sumptuousness of Oriental apparel,
and leading a woman who faltered at every step, followed.
This woman was young, and as fair as a European. Her
head and neck, shoulders, ears, arms, hands, and toes, were
loaded down with jewels and gems,—with bracelets, earrings,
and rings; while a tunic bordered with gold, and covered
with a light muslin robe, betrayed the outline of her form.
The guards who followed the young woman presented a
violent contrast to her, armed as they were with naked
sabres hung at their waists, and long 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 musicians and a rearguard of
capering fakirs, whose cries sometimes drowned the noise
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The whole district north of the Vindhias is the theatre of
incessant murders and pillage."
"The poor wretch!" exclaimed Passepartout, "to be
burned alive!"
"Yes," returned Sir Francis, "burned alive. And if she
were not, you cannot conceive what treatment she would
be obliged to submit to from her relatives. They would
shave off her hair, feed her on a scanty allowance of rice,
treat her with contempt; she would be looked upon as an
unclean creature, and would die in some corner, like a
scurvy dog. The prospect of so frightful an existence
drives these poor creatures to the sacrifice much more than
love or religious fanaticism. Sometimes, however, the
sacrifice is really voluntary, and it requires the active inter-
ference of the Government to prevent it. Several years
ago, when I was living at Bombay, a young widow asked
permission of the governor to be burned along with her
husband's body; but, as you may imagine, he refused.
The woman left the town, took refuge with an inde-
pendent 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."


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"But the wretched creature did not seem to be making
any resistance," observed Sir Francis.
"That was because they had intoxicated her with fumes
of hemp and opium."
"But where are they taking her?"
"To the pagoda of Pillaji, two miles from here; she will
pass the night there."
".And the sacrifice will take place—"
"To-morrow, at the first light of dawn."
The guide now led the elephant out of the thicket, and
leaped upon his neck. Just at the moment that he was
about to urge Kiouni forward with a peculiar whistle,
Mr. Fogg stopped him, and, turning to Sir Francis Cro-
marty, said, " Suppose we save this woman."
"Save the woman, Mr. Fogg!"
"I have yet twelve hours to spare; I can devote them
to that."
"Why, you are a man of heart!"
"Sometimes," replied Phileas Fogg, quietly; "when I
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CHAPTER XIII.
IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT RECEIVES A NEW PROOF
THAT FORTUNE FAVOURS THE BRAVE.
THE project was a bold one, full of difficulty, perhaps im-
practicable. Mr. Fogg was going to risk life, or at least
liberty, and therefore the success of his tour. But he did
not hesitate, and he found in Sir Francis Cromarty an
enthusiastic ally.
As for Passepartout, he was ready for anything that
might be proposed. His master's idea charmed him; he
perceived a heart, a soul, under that icy exterior. He
began to love Phileas Fogg.
There remained the guide: what course would he adopt?
would he not take part with the Indians? In default
of his assistance, it was necessary to be assured of his
neutrality.
Sir Francis frankly put the question to him.
"Officers," replied the guide, "I am a Parsee, and this
woman is a Parsee. Command me as you will."


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"Excellent," said Mr. Fogg.
"However," resumed the guide, "it is certain, not only
that we shall risk our lives, but horrible tortures, if we are
taken."
"That is foreseen," replied Mr. Fogg. "I think we must
wait till night before acting."
"I think so," said the guide.
The worthy Indian then gave some account of the victim,
who, he said, was a celebrated beauty of the Parsee race,
and the daughter of a wealthy Bombay merchant. She
had received a thoroughly English education in that city,
and, from her manners and intelligence, would be thought
an European. Her name was Aouda. Left an orphan,
she was married against her will to the old rajah of Bun-
delcund; and, knowing the fate that awaited her, she
escaped, was retaken, and devoted by the rajah's relatives,
who had an interest in her death, to- the sacrifice from
which it seemed she could not escape.
The Parsee's narrative only confirmed Mr. Fogg and his
companions in their generous design. It was decided that
the guide should direct the elephant towards the pagoda of
Pillaji, which he accordingly approached as quickly as
possible. They halted, half an hour afterwards, in a copse'
some five hundred feet from the pagoda, where they were
well concealed; but they could hear the groans and cries
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They then discussed the means of getting at the victim.
The guide was familiar with the pagoda of Pillaji, in which,
as he declared, the young woman was imprisoned. Could
they enter any of its doors while the whole party of Indians
was plunged in a drunken sleep, or was it safer to attempt
to make a hole in the walls? This could only be deter-
mined at the moment and the place themselves; but
it was certain that the abduction must be made that
night, and not when, at break of day, the victim was
led to her funeral pyre. Then no human intervention
could save her.
As soon as night fell, about six o'clock, they decided to
make a reconnoissance around the pagoda. The cries of
the fakirs were just ceasing; the Indians were in the act
of plunging themselves into the drunkenness caused by
liquid opium mingled with hemp, and it might be possible
to slip between them to the temple itself.
The Tarsee, leading the others, noiselessly crept through
the wood, and 'in ten minutes they found themselves on
the banks of a small stream, whence, by the light of the
rosin torches, they perceived a pyre of wood, on the top
of which lay the embalmed body of the rajah, which was
to be burned with his wife. The pagoda, whose minarets
loomed above the trees in the deepening dusk, stood a
hundred steps away.
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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 disap-
pointment, the guards of the rajah, lighted by torches, were
watching at the doors and marching to and fro with naked
sabres; probably the priests, too, were watching within.
The Parsee, now convinced that it was impossible to
force an entrance to the temple, advanced no farther, but
led his companions back again. Phileas Fogg and Sir
Francis Cromarty also saw that nothing c%uld be attempted
in that direction. They stopped, and engaged in a whis-
pered 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.
Tne time seemed long; the guide ever and anon left
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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 assidu-
ously as were the soldiers at the door.
After a last consultation, the guide announced that he
was ready for the attempt, and advanced, followed by the
others. They took a roundabout way, so as to get at the
pagoda on the rear. They reached the walls about half-
past twelve, without having met 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 pene-
trated with little difficulty; after one brick had been taken
out, the rest would yield easily.
They set noiselessly to work, and the Parsee on one side
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so as to make an aperture two feet wide. They were
getting on rapidly, when suddenly a cry was heard in the
interior of the temple, followed almost instantly by other
cries replying from the outside. Passepartout and the
guide stopped. Had they been heard? Was the alarm
being given? Common prudence urged them to retire,
and they did so, followed by Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis.
They again hid themselves in the wood, and waited till the
disturbance, whatever it might be, ceased, holding them-
selves ready to resume their attempt without delay. But,
awkwardly enough, the guards now appeared at the rear
of the temple, and there installed themselves, in readiness
to prevent a surprise.
It would be difficult to describe the disappointment of
the party, thus interrupted in their work. They could not
now reach the victim; how, then, could they save her?
Sir Francis shook his fists, Passepartout was beside himself,
and the guide gnashed his teeth with rage. The tranquil
Fogg waited, without betraying any emotion.
"We have nothing to do but to go away," whispered Sir
Francis.
"Nothing but to go away," echoed the guide.
"Stop," said Fogg. "I am only due at Allahabad to-
morrow before noon."
"But what can you hope to do?" asked Sir Francis.
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"The chance which now seems lost may present itself at
the last moment."
Sir ' Francis would have liked to read Philcas Fogg's
eyes.
What was this cool Englishman thinking of? Was he
planning to make a rush for the young woman at the very
moment of the sacrifice, and boldly snatch her from her
executioners?
This would be utter folly, and it was hard to admit that
Fogg was such a fool. Sir Francis consented, however, to
remain to the end of this terrible drama. The guide led
them to the rear of the glade, where they were able to
observe the sleeping groups.
Meanwhile Passepartout, who had perched himself on
the lower branches of a tree, was revolving an idea which
had at first struck him like a flash, and which was now
firmly lodged in his brain. q 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
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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 convul-
sively seizing Mr. Fogg's hand, found in it an open knife.
Just at this moment the crowd began to move. The young
woman had again fallen into a stupor, caused by the fumes
of hemp, and passed among the fakirs, who escorted her
with their wild, religious cries.
Phileas Fogg and his companions, mingling in the rear
ranks of the crowd, followed; and in two minutes they
reached the banks of the stream, and stopped fifty paces
from the pyre, upon which still lay the rajah's corpse. In
the semi-obscurity they saw the victim, quite senseless,
stretched out beside her husband's body. Then a torch
was brought, and the wood, soaked with oil, instantly took
fire.
At this moment Sir Francis and the guide seized Phileas
Fogg, who, in an instant of mad generosity, was about to
rush upon the pyre. But he had quickly pushed them
aside, when the whole scene suddenly changed. A cry of
terror arose. The whole multitude prostrated themselves,
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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 Parsce bowed his head, and Passepartout was, no doubt,
scarcely less stupefied.
The resuscitated rajah approached Sir Francis and Mr.
Fogg, and, in an abrupt tone, said, "Let us be off!"
It was Passepartout himself, who had slipped upon the
pyre in the midst of the smoke and, profiting by the
still overhanging darkness, had delivered the young woman
from death! It was Passepartout who, playing his part
. with a happy audacity, had passed through the crowd
amid the general terror.
A moment after all four of the party had disappeared
in the woods, and the elephant was bearing them away at
a rapid pace. But the cries and noise, and a ball which
whizzed through Phileas Fogg's hat, apprised them that
the trick had been discovered.
The old rajah's body, indeed, now appeared upon the
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burning pyre; and the priests, recovered from their terror,
perceived that an abduction had taken place. They has-
tened into the forest, followed by the soldiers, who fired a
volley after the fugitives; but the latter rapidly increased
the distance between them, and ere long found themselves
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CHAPTER XIV.
IN WHICH PHTLEAS FOGG DESCENDS THE WHOLE LENGTH
OF THE BEAUTIFUL VALLEY OF THE GANGES WITH-
OUT 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 com-
mendation; to which Passepartout replied that all the
credit of the affair belonged to Mr. Fogg. As for him, he -
had only been struck with a "queer" idea; and he laughed
to think that for a few moments he, Passepartout, the ex-
gymnast, ex-sergeant fireman, had been the spouse of
a charming woman, a venerable, embalmed rajah! As
for the young Indian woman, she had been unconscious
throughout of what was passing, and now, wrapped up in
a travelling-blanket, was reposing in one of the howdahs.
The elephant, thanks to the skilful guidance of the
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Parsee, was advancing rapidly through the still darksome
forest, and, an hour after leaving the pagoda, had crossed
a vast plain. They made a halt at seven o'clock, the young
woman being still in a state of complete prostration. The
guide made her drink a little brandy and water, but the
drowsiness which stupefied her could not yet be shaken
off. Sir Francis, who was familiar with the effects of the
intoxication produced by the fumes of hemp, reassured his
companions on her account. But he was more disturbed
at the prospect of her future fate. He told Phileas Fogg
that, should Aouda remain in India, she would inevitably
fall again into the hands of her executioners. These
fanatics were scattered throughout the country, and would,
despite the English police, recover their victim at Madras,
Bombay, or Calcutta. She would only be safe by quitting
India for ever.
Phileas Fogg replied that he would reflect upon the
matter.
The station at Allahabad was reached about ten o'clock,
and the interrupted line of railway being resumed, would
enable them to reach Calcutta in less than twenty-four
hours. Phileas Fogg would thus be able to arrive in time
to take the steamer which left Calcutta the next day,
October 25th, at noon, for Hong Kong.
The young woman was placed in one of the waiting-rooms
of the station, whilst Passepartout was charged with pur-


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chasing for her various articles of toilet, a dress, shawl, and
some furs; for which his master gave him unlimited credit.
Passepartout started off forthwith, and found himself in the
streets of Allahabad, that is, the " City of God," one of the
most venerated in India, being built at the junction of the
two sacred rivers Ganges and Jumna, the waters of which
attract pilgrims from every part of the peninsula. The
Ganges, according to the legends of the Ramayana, rises
in heaven, whence, owing to Brahma's agency, it descends
to the earth.
Passepartout made it a point, as he made his purchases,
to take a good look at the city. It was formerly defended
by a noble fort, which has since become a state prison; its
commerce has dwindled away, and Passepartout in vain
looked about him for such a bazaar as he used to frequent
in Regent Street. At last he came upon an elderly, crusty
Jew, who sold second-hand articles, and from whom he
purchased a dress of Scotch stuff, a large mantle, and a
fine otter-skin pelisse, for which he did not hesitate to pay
seventy-five pounds. He then returned triumphantly to
the station.
The influence to which the priests of Pillaji had subjected
Aouda began gradually to yield, and she became more
herself, so that her fine eyes resumed all their soft Indian
expression.
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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, bril-
liant in their glow and freshness. Her ebony brows have
the form and charm of the bow of Kama, the god of love,
and beneath her long silken lashes the purest reflections
and a celestial light swim, as in the sacred lakes of Hima-
laya, in the black pupils of her great clear eyes. Her
teeth, fine, equal, and white, glitter between her smiling
lips like dewdrops in a passion-flower's half-enveloped
breast. Her delicately formed ears, her vermilion hands,
her little feet, curved and tender as the lotus-bud, glitter
with the brilliancy of the loveliest pearls of Ceylon, the
most dazzling diamonds of Golconda. Her narrow and
supple waist, which a hand may ciasp 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 godiike
hand of Vicvarcarma, the immortal sculptor."
It is enough to say, without applying this poetical rhap-
sody to Aouda, that she was a charming woman, in all the
European acceptation of the phrase. She spoke English with
great purity, and theguide had not exaggerated in sayingthat
the young Parsee had been transformed by her bringing up.


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The train, was about to start from Allahabad, and Mr.
Fogg proceeded Jp pay the guide the price agreed upon
for his service, and not a farthing more; which astonished
Passepartout, who remembered all that his master owed to
the guide's devotion. He had, indeed, risked his life in the
adventure at Pillaji, and if he should be caught afterwards
by the Indians, he would with difficulty escape their ven-
geance. 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 service-
able 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." t "Good!" exclaimed Passepartout; "take him, friend.
Kiouni is a brave and faithful beast." And, going up to
the elephant, he gave him several lumps of sugar, saying,
"Here, Kiouni, here, here."
The elephant grunted out his satisfaction, and, clasping
Passepartout around the waist with his trunk, lifted him as
high as his head. Passepartout, not in the least alarmed,


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caressed the animal, which replaced him gently on the
ground.
Soon after, Phileas Fogg, Sir Francis Cromarty, and
Passepartout, installed in a carriage with Aouda, who had
the best seat, were whirling at full speed towards Benares.
It was a run of eighty miles, and was accomplished in two
hours. During the journey, the young woman fully re-
covered her senses. What was her astonishment to find
herself in this carriage, on the railway, dressed in Euro-
pean 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 nar-
rated 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 ven-
ture, 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
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was hushed up —an offer which she eagerly and gratefully
accepted. She had, it seems, a Parsee relation, who was
one of the principal merchants of Hong Kong, which is
wholly an English city, though on an island on the Chinese
coast.
At half-past twelve the train stopped at Benares. The
Brahmin legends assert that this city is built on the site of
the ancient Casi, which, like Mahomet's tomb, was once
suspended between heaven and earth; though the Benares
of to-day, which the Orientalists call the Athens of India,
stands quite unpoetically on the solid earth. Passepartout
caught glimpses of its brick houses and clay huts, giving
an aspect of desolation to the place, as the train entered it
.
Benares was Sir Francis Cromarty's destination, the
troops he was rejoining being encamped some miles north-
ward of the city. He bade adieu to Phileas Fogg, wishing
him all success, and expressing the hope that he would
come that way again in a less original but more profit-
able 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 Passe-
partout, he received a hearty shake of the hand from the
gallant general.
The railway, on leaving Benares, passed for a while along
the valley of the Ganges. Through the windows of their
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scape 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 ad-
vanced season and chilly air, were performing solemnly
their pious ablutions. These were fervent Brahmins, the
bitterest foes of Buddhism, their deities being Vishnu, the
solar god, Shiva, the divine impersonation of natural forces,
and Brahma, the supreme ruler of priests and legislators.
What would these divinities think of India, anglicized as
it is to-day, with steamers whistling and scudding along
the Ganges, frightening the gulls which float upon its sur-
face, the turtles swarming along its banks, and the faithful
dwelling upon its borders?
The panorama passed before their eyes like a flash, save
when the steam concealed it fitfully from the view; the
travellers could scarcely discern the fort of Chupenie,
twenty miles south-westward from Benares, the ancient
stronghold of the rajahs of Behar; or Ghazipur and its
famous rose-water factories; or the tomb of Lord Corn-
wallis, 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
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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 Passepartout would have been proud to see" his
country's flag flying, were hidden from their view in the
darkness.
Calcutta was reached at seven in the morning, and the
packet left for Hong Kong at noon; so that Phileas Fogg
had five hours before him.
According to his journal, he was due at Calcutta on the
25th of October, and that was the exact date of his actual
arrival. He was therefore neither behindhand nor ahead
of time. The two days gained between London and Bom-
bay had been lost, as has been seen, in the journey across
India. But it is not to be supposed that Phileas Fogg
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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 they were still on dangerous ground.
Just as he was leaving the station a policeman came up
to him, and said, "Mr. Phileas Fogg?"
"I am he."
"Is this man your servant ?" added the policeman, point-
ing 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


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Englishman. Passepartout tried to reason about the
matter, but the policeman tapped him with his stick, and
Mr. Fogg made him a signal to obey.
"May this young lady go with us ?" asked he.
"She may," replied the policeman.
Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Passepartout were conducted to a
"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 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 equipages were
passing back and forth.
The carriage stopped before a modest-looking house,
which, however, did not have the appearance of a private
mansion. The policeman having requested his prisoners—
for so, truly, they might be called—to descend, conducted
them into a room with barred windows, and said, "You
will appear before Judge Obadiah at half-past eight."
He then retired, and closed the door.
"Why, we are prisoners 1" exclaimed Passepartout,
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Aouda, with an emotion she tried to conceal, said to
Mr. Fogg, "Sir, you must leave me to my fate! It is on
my account that you receive this treatment; it is for
having saved me!"
Phileas Fogg contented himself with saying that it was impossible. It was quite unlikely that he should be
arrested for preventing a suttee. The complainants would
not dare present themselves with such a charge. There
was some mistake. Moreover, he would not in any event
abandon Aouda, but would escort her to Hong Kong.
"But the steamer leaves at noon!" observed Passe-
partout, 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! Be-
fore 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-ri. am, 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.
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followed by the clerk, entered. He proceeded to take
down a wig which was hanging on a nail, and put it
hurriedly on his head.
"The first case," said he; then, putting his hand to his
head, he exclaimed, " Hch! This is not my wig!"
"No, your worship," returned the clerk, "it is mine."
"My dear Mr. Oysterpuff, how can a judge give a wise
sentence in a clerk's wig?"
The wigs were exchanged.
Passepartout was getting nervous, for the hands on the
face of the big clock over the judge seemed to go round
with terrible rapidity.
"The first case," repeated Judge Obadiah. "Phileas Fogg?" demanded Oysterpuff.
"I am here," replied Mr. Fogg.
"Passepartout?"
"Present !" responded Passepartout.
"Good," said the judge. "You have been looked for,
prisoners, for two days on the trains from Bombay."
"But of what are.we accused?" asked Passepartout,
impatiently.
"You are about to be informed."
"I am an English subject, sir," said Mr. Fogg, "and I
have the right—"
"Have you been ill-treated?"
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"Very well; let the complainants come in."
A door was swung open by order of the judge, and three
Indian priests entered.
"That's it," muttered Passepartout; "these are the
rogues who were going to burn our young lady."
The priests took their places in front of the judge, and
the clerk proceeded to read in a loud voice a complaint of
sacrilege against Phileas Fogg and his servant, who were
accused of having violated a place held consecrated by the
Brahmin religion.
"You hear the charge ?" asked the judge.
"Yes, sir," replied Mr. Fogg, consulting his watch, "and
I admit it."
"You admit it?"
"I admit it, and I wish to hear these priests admit, in
their turn, what they were going to do at the pagoga of
Fillaji."
The priests looked at each other; they did not seem to
understand what was said.
"Yes," cried Passepartout, warmly; "at the pagoda of
Pillaji, where they were on the point of burning their
victim."
The judge stared with astonishment, and the priests were
stupefied.
"What victim?" said Judge Obadiah. "Burn whom?
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"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 dese-
crator'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 permit-
ting this imprudent exclamation to escape him.
The confusion of master and man, who had quite for-
gotten the affair at Bombay, for which they were now
detained at Calcutta, may be imagined.
Fix, the detective, had foreseen the advantage which
Passepartout's escapade gave him, and, delaying his de-
parture 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 despatch
to arrest them, should they arrive. Fix's disappointment
when he learned that Phileas Fogg had not made his
appearance in Calcutta, may be imagined. He made up
his mind that the robber had stopped somewhere on the
route and taken refuge in the southern provinces. For
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twenty-four hours Fix watched the station with feverish
anxiety; at last he was rewarded by seeing Mr. Fogg and
Passepartout arrive, accompanied by a young woman,
whose presence he was wholly at a loss to explain. He
hastened for a policeman; and this was how the party
came to be arrested and brought before Judge Obadiah.
Had Passepartout been a little less preoccupied, he would
have espied the detective ensconced in a corner of the
court-room, watching the proceedings with an interest
easily understood ; for the warrant had failed to reach
him at Calcutta, as it had done at Bombay and Suez.
Judge Obadiah had unfortunately caught Passepartouts
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 1" cried Passepartout, startled
at the largeness of the sum.
"Silence!" shouted the constable.


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"And inasmuch," continued the judge, "as it is not
proved that the act was not done by the connivance of the
master with the servant, and as the master in any case
must be held responsible for the acts of his paid servant,
I condemn Phileas Fogg to a week's imprisonment and a
fine of one hundred and fifty pounds."
Fix rubbed his hands softly with satisfaction; if Phileas
Fogg could be detained in Calcutta a week, it would be
more than time for the warrant to arrive. Passepartout
was stupefied. This sentence ruined his master. A wager
of twenty thousand pounds lost, because he, like a precious
fool, had gone into that abominable pagoda!
Phileas Fogg, as self-composed as if the judgment did
not in the least concern him, did not even lift his eyebrows
while it was being pronounced. Just as the clerk was
calling the next case, he rose, and said, "I offer bail."
"You have that right," returned the judge.
Fix's blood ran cold, but he resumed his composure when
he heard the judge announce that the bail required for each
prisoner would be one thousand pounds.
"I will pay it at once," said Mr. Fogg, taking a roll of
bank-bills from the carpet-bag, which Passepartout had
by him, and placing them on the clerk's desk.
"This sum will be restored to you upon your release
from prison," said the judge. "Meanwhile, you are libe-
rated on bail."
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"Come!" said Phileas Fogg to his servant.
"But let them at least give me back my shoes!" cried
Passepartout, angrily.
"Ah, these are pretty dear shoes !" he muttered, as they
were handed to him. "More than a thousand pounds
apiece; besides, they pinch my feet."
Mr. Fogg, offering his arm to Aouda, then departed,
followed by the crestfallen Passepartout. Fix still nou-
rished 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 har-
bour, its signal of departure hoisted at the mast-head.
Eleven o'clock was striking; Mr. Fogg was an hour in
advance of time. Fix saw them leave the carriage and
push off in a boat for the steamer, and stamped his
feet with disappointment.
"The rascal is off, after all!" he exclaimed. "Two
thousand pounds sacrificed! He's as prodigal as a thief!
I'll follow him to the end of the world if necessary; but at
the rate he is going on, the stolen money will soon be
exhausted."
The detective was not far wrong in making this conjec-
ture. Since leaving London, what with travelling-expenses,


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CHAPTER XVI.
IN WHICH FIX DOES NOT SEEM TO UNDERSTAND IN
THE LEAST WHAT IS SAID TO HIM.
THE "Rangoon"—one of the Peninsular and Oriental
Company's boats plying in the Chinese and Japanese seas
—was a screw steamer, built of iron, weighing about seven-
teen hundred and seventy tons, and with engines of four
hundred horse-power. She was as fast, but not as well
fitted up, as the " Mongolia," and Aouda was not as com-
fortably 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
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with coldness, neither his voice nor his manner betraying
the slightest emotion; but he seemed to be always on the
watch that nothing should b.e wanting to Aouda's com-
fort. 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 Fhileas 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 mer-
chants 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. Jecjeeh, 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—ar-
ranged. Aouda fastened her great eyes, "clear as the


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sacred lakes of the Himalaya," upon him; but the in-
tractable Fogg, as reserved as ever, did not seem at all
inclined to throw himself into this lake.
The first few days of the voyage passed prosperously,
amid favourable weather and propitious winds, and they
soon came in sight of the great Andaman, the principal
of the islands in the Bay of Bengal, with its picturesque
Saddle Peak, two thousand four hundred feet high, looming
above the waters. The steamer passed along near the
shores, but the savage Papuans, who are in the lowest scale
of humanity, but are not, as has been asserted, cannibals,
did not make their appearance.
The panorama of the islands, as they steamed by them,
was superb. Vast forests of palms, arecs, bamboo, teak-
wood, 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
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seen by Passepartout, after leaving orders that, if the
warrant should arrive, it should be forwarded to him at
I long 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 acquaintance with
the worthy servant, as will be seen.
All the detective's hopes and wishes were now centred
on Hong Kong; for the steamer's stay at Singapore would
be too brief to enable him to take any steps there. The
arrest must be made at Hong Kong, or the robber would
probably escape him for ever. Hong Kong was the last
English ground on which he would set foot; beyond,
China, Japan, America offered to Fogg an almost certain
refuge. If the warrant should at last make its appearance
at I long 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


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time it is absolutely necessary that I should delay his
departure. I have failed at Bombay, and I have failed at
Calcutta: if I fail at Hong Kong, my reputation is lost
.
Cost what it may, I must succeed! But how shall I
prevent his departure, if that should turn out to be my
last resource?"
Fix made up his mind that, if worst came to worst, he
would make a confidant of Passepartout, and tell him what
kind of a fellow his master really was. That Passepartout
was not Fogg's accomplice, he was very certain. The
servant, enlightened by his disclosure, and afraid of being
himself implicated in the crime, would doubtless become
an ally of the detective. But this method was a dangerous
one, only to be employed when everything else had failed.
A word from Passepartout to his master would ruin all.
The detective was therefore in a sore strait. But suddenly
a new idea struck him. The presence of Aouda on the
"Rangoon," in company with Philcas 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 dam-
sel? Fix was fairly puzzled. He asked himself whether
there had not been a wicked elopement; and this idea so


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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 diffi-
culties 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 telegraphic wire to Hong Kong. He finally
resolved, moreover, before acting more positively, to ques-
tion 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. Passe-
partout 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


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'Mongolia." "Why, I left you at Bombay, and here you
are, on the way to Hong Kong! Are you going round
the world too?"
"No, no," replied Fix; "I shall stop at Hong Kong—
at least for some days."
"Hum!" said Passepartout, who seemed for an instant
perplexed. "But how is it I have not seen you on board
since we left Calcutta?"
"Oh, a trifle of seasickness,—I've been staying in my
berth. The Gulf of Bengal does not agree with me as
well as the Indian Ocean. And how is Mr. Fogg?"
"As well and as punctual as ever, not a day behind
time! But, Monsieur Fix, you don't know that we have a
young lady with us."
"A young lady?" replied the detective, not seeming to
comprehend what was said.
Passepartout thereupon recounted Aouda's history, the
affair at the Bombay pagoda, the purchase of the elephant
for two thousand pounds, the rescue, the arrest and sen-
tence 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
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"Not at all. We are simply going to place her under
the protection of one of her relatives, a rich merchant at
Hong Kong."
"Nothing to be done there," said Fix to himself, con-
cealing his disappointment. "A glass of gin, Mr. Passe-
partout?"
"Willingly, Monsieur Fix. We must at least have a
friendly glass on board the ' Rangoon.'"


126 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 mys-
terious gentleman once or twice; but Mr. Fogg usually
confined himself to the cabin, where he kept Aouda com-
pany, 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 un-


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expcctedly on the "Rangoon," was following Mr. Fogg's
tracks step by step. What was Fix's object? Passepar-
tout 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 cen-
tury without hitting upon the real object which the detec-
tive 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 solu-
tion of every mystery, Passepartout suddenly discovered
an explanation of Fix's movements, which was in truth
far from unreasonable. Fix, he thought, could only be an
agent of Mr. Fogg's friends at the Reform Club, sent to
follow him up, and to ascertain that he really went
round the world as had been agreed upon.
"It's clear!" repeated the worthy servant to himself,
proud of his shrewdness. "He's a spy sent to keep us in
view! That isn't quite the thing, either, to be spying Mr.
Fogg, who is so honourable a man! Ah, gentlemen of the
Reform, this shall cost you dear!"
Passepartout, enchanted with his discovery, resolved to
say nothing to his master, lest he should be justly offended
at this mistrust on the part of his adversaries. But he
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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 collec-
tion of heavy-looking, irregular houses, surrounded by
charming gardens rich in tropical fruits and plants; and
at ten o'clock they re-embarked, closely followed by the
detective, who had kept them constantly in sight.
Passepartout, who had been purchasing several dozen
mangoes—a fruit as large as good-sized apples, of a dark-
brown colour outside and a bright red within, and whose
white pulp, melting in the mouth, affords gourmands a
delicious sensation—was waiting for them on deck. He
was only too glad to offer some mangoes to Aouda, who
thanked him very gracefully for them.
At eleven o'clock the " Rangoon" rode out of Singapore
harbour, and in a few hours the high mountains of Malacca,
with their forests inhabited by the most beautifully-furred
tigers in the world, were lost to view. Singapore is dis-
tant 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
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I30 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.
would leave on the 6th of November for Yokohama, the
principal Japanese port.
The " Rangoon" had a large quota of passengers, many
of whom disembarked at Singapore, among them a
number of Indians, Ceylonese, Chinamen, Malays, and
Portuguese, mostly second-class travellers.
The weather, which had hitherto been fine, changed with
the last quarter of the moon. The sea rolled heavily, and
the wind at intervals rose almost to a storm, but happily
blew from the south-west, and thus aided the steamer's
progress. The captain as often as possible put up his
sails, and under the double action of steam and sail, the
vessel made rapid progress along the coasts of Anam and
Cochin China. Owing to the defective construction of the
"Rangoon," however, unusual precautions became neces-
sary 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?"


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"A very great hurry!" "Mr. Fogg, I suppose, is anxious to catch the steamer
for Yokohama?"
"Terribly anxious."
"You believe in this journey around the world, then?"
"Absolutely. Don't you, Mr. Fix?"
"I? I don't believe a word of it."
"You're a sly dog!" said Passepartout, winking at him.
This expression rather disturbed Fix, without his know-
ing 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 speak-
ing as he did, the man evidently meant more than he
expressed.
Passepartout went still further the next day; he could
not hold his tongue.
"Mr. Fix," said he, in a bantering tone; "shall we be
so unfortunate as to lose you when we get to Hong
Kong?"
"Why," responded Fix, a little embarrassed, "I don't
know; perhaps-—"
"Ah, if you would only go on with us! An agent of
the Peninsular Company, you know, can't stop on the
way! You were only going to Bombay, and here you are
in China. America is not far off, and from America to
Europe is only a step."
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132 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.
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, laugh-
ing 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


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should fail; or else the servant knew nothing about the rob-
bery, and then his interest would be to abandon the robber.
Such was the situation between Fix and Passepartout.
Meanwhile Phileas Fogg moved about above them in the
most majestic and unconscious indifference. He was pass-
ing methodically in his orbit around the world, regardless
of the lesser stars which gravitated around him. Yet
there was near by what the astronomers would call a
disturbing star, which might have produced an agitation in
this gentleman's heart. But no! the charms of Aouda
failed to act, to Passepartout's great surprise; and the
disturbances, if they existed, would have been more
difficult to calculate than those of Uranus which led to the
discovery of Neptune.
It was every day an increasing wonder to Passepartout,
who read in Aouda's eyes the depths of her gratitude to
his master. Phileas Fogg, though brave and gallant, must
be, he thought, quite heartless. As to the sentiment which
this journey might have awakened in him, there was clearly
no trace of such a thing; while poor Passepartout existed
in perpetual reveries.
One day he was leaning on the railing of the engine-
room, and was observing the engine, when a sudden pitch
of the steamer threw the screw out of the water. The
steam came hissing out of the valves; ana this made
Passepartout indignant.


134 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. "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!"


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CHAPTER XVIII.
IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG, PASSEPARTOUT, AND FIX GO
EACH ABOUT HIS BUSINESS.
THE weather was bad during the latter days of the voyage.
The wind, obstinately remaining in the north-west, blew a
gale, and retarded the steamer. The "Rangoon" rolled
heavily, and the passengers became impatient of the long,
monstrous waves which the wind raised before their path.
A sort of tempest arose on the 3rd of November, the squall
knocking the vessel about with fury, and the waves running
high. The "Rangoon" reefed all her sails, and even the
rigging proved too much, whistling and shaking amid the
squall. The steamer was forced to proceed slowly, and
the captain estimated that she would reach Hong Kong
twenty hours behind time, and more if the storm lasted.
Phileas Fogg gazed at the tempestuous sea, which seemed
to be struggling especially to delay him, with his habitual
tranquillity. He never changed countenance for an in-


136 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. stant, 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 fore-
seen. Aouda was amazed to find him as calm as he had
been from the first time she saw him.
Fix did not look at the state of things in the same light.
The storm greatly pleased him. His satisfaction would
have been complete had the "Rangoon" been forced to
retreat before the violence of wind and waves. ' Each delay
filled him with hope, for it became more and more probable
that Fogg would be obliged to remain some days at Hong
Kong; and now the heavens themselves became his allies,
with the gusts and squalls. It mattered not that they made
him sea-sick—he made no account of this inconvenience;
and whilst his body was writhing under their effects, his
spirit bounded with hopeful exultation.
Passepartout was enraged beyond expression by the
unpropitious weather. Everything had gone so well till
now! Earth and sea had seemed to be at his master's
service; steamers and railways obeyed him; wind and
steam united to speed his journey. Had the hour of
adversity come? Passepartout was as much excited as
if the twenty thousand pounds were to come from his own
pocket . The storm exasperated him, the gale made him


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furious, and he longed to lash the obstinate sea into obe-
dience. Poor fellow! Fix carefully concealed from him
his own satisfaction, for, had he betrayed it, Passepartout
could scarcely have restrained himself from personal
violence.
Passepartout remained on deck as long as the tempest
lasted, being unable to remain quiet below, and taking it
into his head to aid the progress of the ship by lending a
hand with the crew. He overwhelmed the captain, officers,
and sailors, who could not help laughing at his impatience,
with all sorts of questions. He wanted to know exactly
how long the storm was going to last; whereupon he was
referred to the barometer, which seemed to have no inten-
tion of rising. Passepartout shook it, but with no percep-
tible effect; for neither shaking nor maledictions could
prevail upon it to change its mind.
On the 4th, however, the sea became more calm, and the
storm lessened its violence; the wind veered southward,
and was once more favourable. Passepartout cleared up
with the weather. Some of the sails were unfurled, and
the " Rangoon" resumed its most rapid speed. The time
lost could not, however, be regained. Land was not
signalled until five o'clock on the morning of the 6th; the
steamer was due on the 5th. Phileas Fogg was twenty-
four hours behindhand, and the Yokohama steamer would
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I38 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.
The pilot went on board at six, and took his place on
the bridge, to guide the " Rangoon" through the channels
to the port of Hong Kong. Passepartout longed to ask
him if the steamer had left for Yokohama; but he dared
not, for he wished to preserve the spark of hope which still
remained till the last moment. He had confided his
anxiety to Fix, who—the sly rascal!—tried to console him
by saying that Mr. Fogg would be in time if he took the
next boat; but this only put Passepartout in a passion.
Mr. Fogg, bolder than his servant, did not hesitate to
approach the pilot, and tranquilly ask him if he knew when
a steamer would leave Hong Kong for Yokohama.
"At high tide to-morrow morning," answered the pilot.
"Ah !" said Mr. Fogg, without betraying any astonish-
ment.
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 mathe-
matically to the saloon.
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heartily in his delight, exclaiming, "Pilot, you are the
best of good fellows i"
The pilot probably does not know to this day why his
responses won him this enthusiastic greeting. He re-
mounted 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 Yokohama, this time would no doubt be easily
regained in the voyage of twenty-two days across the
Pacific. He found himself, then, about twenty-four hours
behindhand, thirty-five days after leaving London.
The " Carnatic" was announced to leave Hong Kong at
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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
Jejech. He instructed Passepartout to remain at the
hotel until his return, that Aouda might not be left entirely
alone.
Mr. Fogg repaired to the Exchange, where, he did not
doubt, every one would know so wealthy and considerable
a personage as the Parsee merchant. Meeting a broker,
he made the inquiry, to learn that Jejeeh had left China
two years before, and, retiring from business with an im-
mense fortune, had taken up his residence in Europe—in
Holland, the broker thought, with the merchants of which
country he had principally traded. Phileas Fogg returned
to the hotel, begged a moment's conversation with Aouda,
and, without more ado, apprised her that 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 to do,
Mr. Fogg?"
"It is very simple," responded the gentleman. "Go on
to Europe."


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CHAPTER XIX.
IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT TAKES A TOO GREAT INTEREST
IN HIS MASTER, AND WHAT COMES OF IT.
Hong Kong is an island which came into the possession
of the English by the treaty of Nankin, after the war of
1842; and the 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 depot at the former place. Docks, hospitals,
wharves, a Gothic cathedral, a government house, mac-
adamized 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,


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towards the Victoria port, gazing as he went at the curious
palanquins and other modes of conveyance, and the groups
of Chinese, Japanese, and Europeans who passed to and
fro in the streets. Hong Kong seemed to him not unlike
Bombay, Calcutta, and Singapore, since, like them, it
betrayed everywhere the evidence of English supremacy.
At the Victoria port he found a confused mass of ships of
all nations, English, French, American, and Dutch, men-
of-war and trading vessels, Japanese and Chinese junks,
sempas, tankas, and flower-boats, which formed so many
floating parterres. Passepartout noticed in the crowd a
number of the natives who seemed very old and were
dressed in yellow. On going into a barber's to get shaved,
he learned that these ancient men, were all at least eighty
years old, at which age they are permitted to wear yellow,
which is the Imperial colour. Passepartout, without exactly
knowing why, thought this very funny.
On reaching the quay where they were to embark on
the "Carnatic," he was not astonished to find Fix walking
up and down. The detective seemed very much disturbed
and disappointed.
"This is bad," muttered Passepartout, "for the gentlemen
of the Reform Club!" He accosted Fix with a merry
smile, as if he had not perceived that gentleman's chagrin.
The detective had, indeed, good reasons to inveigh against
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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 leavefthat very evening,
and not next morning as had been announced.
"That will suit my master all the better," said Passe-
partout. "I will go and let him know."
Fix now decided to make a bold move; he resolved to
tell Passepartout all. It seemed to be the only possible
means of keeping Phileas Fogg several days longer at
Hong Kong. He accordingly invited his companion into
a tavern which caught his eye on the quay. On entering,
they found themselves in a large room handsomely deco-
rated, at the end of which was a large camp-bed fur-
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in search of a friendly glass, found themselves. Passe-
partout had no money, but willingly accepted Fix's invita-
tion in the hope of returning the obligation at some future
time.
They ordered two bottles of port, to which the French-
man did ample justice, whilst Fix observed him with close
attention. They chatted about the journey, and Passe-
partout was especially merry at the idea that Fix was
going to continue it with them^ When the bottles were
empty, however, he rose to go and tell his master of the
change in the time of the sailing of the " Carnatic."
Fix caught him by the arm, and sai'd, "Wait a moment"
"What for, Mr. Fix?"
"I want to have a serious talk with you."
"A serious talk!" cried Passepartout, drinking up the
little wine that was left in the bottom of his glass. "Well,
we'll talk about it to-morrow; I haven't time now."
"Stay! What I have to say concerns your master."
Passepartout, at this, looked attentively at his com-
panion. 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, lower-
ing his voice, said, "You have guessed who I am?"
"Parbleu!" said Passepartout, smiling.
"Then I'm going to tell you everything—"


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"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 com-
panion's hand.
"What!" cried the Frenchman. "Has Monsieur Fogg
dared—fifty-five thousand pounds! Well, there's all the
more reason for not losing an instant," he continued, getting
up hastily.
Fix pushed Passepartout back in his chair, and resumed:
"Fifty-five thousand pounds; and if I succeed, I get two
thousand pounds. If you'll help me, I'll let you have five
hundred of them."
"Helpyou ?" cried Passepartout,whose eyes were stand-
ing 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!"
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"What do you mean?" „
"I mean that it is a piece of shameful trickery. They
might as well waylay Mr. Fogg and put his money in
their pockets!"
"That's just what we count on doing."
"It's a conspiracy, then," cried Passepartout, who became
more and more excited as the liquor mounted in his head,
for he drank without perceiving it. "A real conspiracy!
And gentlemen, too. Bah!"
Fix began to be puzzled.
"Members of the Reform Club!" continued Passepar-
tout. "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 1"
"But who do you think I am?" asked Fix, looking at
him intently.
"Parbleu! An agent of the members of the Reform
Club, sent out here to interrupt my master's journey. But,
though I found you out some time ago, I've taken good
care to say nothing about it to Mr. Fogg."
"He knows nothing, then?"
"Nothing," replied Passepartout, again emptying his
glass.
The detective passed his hand across his forehead,
hesitating before he spoke again. What should he do?
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design more difficult. It was evident that the servant was
not the master's accomplice, as Fix had been inclined to
suspect.
"Well," said the detective to himself, "as he is not an
accomplice, he will help me."
He had no time to lose : Fogg must be detained at Hong
Kong; so he resolved to make a clean breast of it.
"Listen to me," said Fix abruptly. "I am not, as
you think, an agent of the members of the Reform
Club—"
"Bah!" retorted Passepartout, with an air of raillery.
"I am a police detective, sent out here by the London
office."
"You, a detective?"
"I will prove it. Here is my commission."
Passepartout was speechless with astonishment when Fix
displayed this document, the genuineness of which could
not be doubted.
"Mr. Fogg's wager," resumed Fix, "is only a pretext,
of which you and the gentlemen of the Reform are
dupes. He had a motive for securing your innocent
complicity."
"But why?"
"Listen. On the 28th of last September a robbery of
fifty-five thousand pounds was committed at the Bank of
England by a person whose description was fortunately


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secured. Here is this description; it answers exactly to
that of Mr. Phileas Fogg."
"What nonsense!" cried Passepartout, striking the
table with his fist. "My master is the most honourable
of men!"
"How can you tell? You know scarcely anything about
him. You went into his service the day he came away;
and he came away on a foolish pretext, without trunks, and
carrying a large amount in 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 pre-
sumptions 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
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"I! But I—"
"I will share with you the two-thousand-pounds reward
offered by the Bank of England."
"Never!" replied Passepartout, who tried to rise, but fell
back, exhausted in mind and body.
"Mr. Fix," he stammered, "even should what you
say be true—if my master is really the robber you are
seeking for-- which I deny—I have been, am, in his ser-
vice; I have seen his generosity and goodness; and I
will never betray him—not for all the gold in the world.
I come from a village where they don't eat that kind of
bread!"
"You refuse?"
"I refuse."
"Consider that I've said nothing," said Fix; "and let us
drink."
"Yes; let us drink!"
Passepartout felt himself yielding more and more to
the effects of the liquor. Fix, seeing that he must, at all
hazards, be separated from his master, wished to entirely
overcome him. Some pipes full of opium lay upon the
table. Fix slipped one into Passepartout's hand. He
took it, put it between his lips, lit it, drew several puffs,
and his head, becoming heavy under the influence of the
narcotic, fell upon the table.
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'Mr. Fogg will not be informed of the time of the 'Car-
natic's' departure ; and, if he is, he will have to go without
this cursed Frenchman!"
And, after paying his bill, Fix left the tavern.


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CHAPTER XX.
IN WHICH FIX COMES FACE TO FACE WITH PHILEAS
FOGG.
While these events were passing at the opium-houst
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 English-
man like Mr. Fogg to make the tour of the world with a
carpet-bag; a lady could not be expected to travel com-
fortably under such conditions. He acquitted his task with
characteristic serenity, and invariably replied to the re-
monstrances of his fair companion, who was confused by
his patience and generosity,—
"It is in the interest of my journey—a part of my
programme."
The purchases made, they returned to the hotel, where
they dined at a sumptuously served table-d'Iwte; after which


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Aouda, shaking hands with her protector after the English
fashion, retired to her room for rest. Mr. Fogg absorbed
himself throughout the evening in the perusal of the Times
and Illustrated London News.
Had he been capable of being astonished at anything,
it would have been not to see his servant return at bed-
time. But, knowing that the steamer was not to leave for
Yokohama until the next morning, he did not disturb
himself about the matter. When Passepartout did not
appear the next morning, to answer his master's bell,
Mr. Fogg, not betraying the least vexation, contented
himself with taking his carpet-bag, calling Aouda, and
sending for a palanquin.
It was then eight o'clock; at half-past nine, it being
then high tide, the "Carnatic" would leave the harbour.
Mr. Fogg and Aouda got into the palanquin, their luggage
being brought after on a wheelbarrow, and half an hour
later stepped upon the quay whence they were to embark.
Mr. Fogg men 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, ad-


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dressed Mr. Fogg: "Were you not, like me, sir, a passen-
ger by the 'Rangoon,' which arrived yesterday?"
"I was, sir," replied Mr. Fogg coldly. "But I have not
the honour—"
"Pardon me; I thought I should find your servant
here."
"Do you know where he is, sir?" asked Aouda
anxiously.
"What!" responded Fix, feigning surprise. "Is he
not with you?"
"No," said Aouda. "He has not made his appearance
since yesterday. Could he have gone on board the
'Carnatic' without us?"
"Without you, madam ?" answered the detective. "Ex-
cuse 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 ima-
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"But there are other vessels besides the' Carnatic,' it seems
to me, in the harbour of Hong Kong."
And, offering his arm to Aouda, he directed his steps
toward the docks in search of some craft about to start
.
Fix, stupefied, followed; it seemed as if he were attached
to Mr. Fogg by an invisible thread. Chance, however,
appeared really to have abandoned the man it had hitherto
served so well. For three hours Phileas Foggf wandered
about the docks, with the determination, if necessary, to
charter a vessel to carry him to Yokohama; but he could
only find vessels which were loading or unloading, and
which could not therefore set sail. Fix began to hope again.
But Mr. Fogg, far from being discouraged, was continuing
his search, resolved not to stop if he had to resort to Macao,
when he was accosted by a saiior on one of the wharves.
"Is your honour looking for a boat?"
"Have you a boat ready to sail?"
"Yes, your honour; a pilot-boat—No. 43—the best in
the harbour."
"Does she go fast?"
"Between eight and nine knots the hour. Will you
look at her?"
« Yes."
"Your honour will be satisfied with her. Is it for a sea
excursionf ?"
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"A voyage?"
"Yes; will you agree to take me to Yokohama?"
The sailor leaned on the railing, opened his eyes wide,
and said, "Is your honour joking?"
"No. I have missed the 'Carnatic,' and I must get to
Yokohama by the 14th at the latest, to take the boat for
San Francisco."
"I am sorry," said the sailor, "but it is impossible."
"I offer you a hundred pounds per day, and an additional
reward of two hundred pounds if I reach Yokohama in time.''
"Are you in earnest?"
"Very much so."
The pilot walked away a little distance, and gazed out
to sea, evidently struggling between the anxiety to gain a
large, sum and the fear of venturing so far. Fix was in
mortal suspense.
Mr. Fogg turned to Aouda and asked her, "You would
not be afraid, would you, madam?"
"Not with you, Mr. Fogg," was her answer.
The pilot now returned, shuffling his hat in his hands.
"Well, pilot ?" said Mr. Fogg.
"Well, your honour," replied he, "I could not risk my-
self, 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
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•' Only sixteen hundred," said Mr. Fogg.
"It's the same thing."
Fix breathed more freely.
"But," added the pilot, "it might be arranged another
way."
Fix ceased to breathe at all.
"How ?" asked Mr. Fogg.
"By going to Nagasaki, at the extreme south of Japan,
or even to Shanghai, which is only eight hundred miles
from here. In going to Shanghai we should not be forced
to sail wide of the Chinese coast, which would be a great
advantage, as the currents run northward, and would
aid us."
"Pilot," said Mr. Fogg, "I must take the American
steamer at Yokohama, and not at Shanghai or Naga-
saki."
"Why not?" returned the pilot. "The San Fran-
cisco 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 nth, at seven in the evening. We have, there-
fore, four days before us, that is ninety-six hours; and in
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the sea was calm, we could make those eight hundred
miles to Shanghai."
"And you could go—"
"In an hour; as soon as provisions could be got aboard
and the sails put up."
"It is a bargain. Are you the master of the boat?"
"Yes; John Bunsby, master of the 'Tankadere."'
"Would you like some earnest-money?"
"If it would not put your honour out—"
"Here are two hundred pounds on account. Sir," added
Phileas Fogg, turning to Fix, "if you would like to take
advantage—"
"Thanks, sir; I was about to ask the favour."
"Very well. In half an hour we shall go on board."
"But poor Passepartout ?" urged Aouda, who was much
disturbed by the servant's disappearance.
"I shall do all I can to find him," replied Phileas Fogg.
While Fix, in a feverish, nervous state, repaired to the
pilot-boat the others directed their course to the police-
station at Hong Kong. Phileas Fogg there gave Passepar-
tout's description, and left a sum of money to be spent in
the search for him. The same formalities having been gone
through at the French consulate, and the palanquin having
stopped at the hotel for the luggage, which had been sent
back there, they returned to the wharf.
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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 "Tankadere " was composed
of John Bunsby, the master, and four hardy mariners, who
were familiar with the Chinese seas. John Bunsby him-
self, a man of forty-five or thereabouts, vigorous, sunburnt,
with a sprightly expression of the eye, and energetic and
self-reliant countenance, would have inspired confidence in
the most timid.
Phileas Fogg and Aouda went on board, where they
found Fix already installed. Below deck was a square
cabin, of which the walls bulged out in the form of cots,
above a circular divan; in the centre was a table provided
with a swinging lamp. The accommodation was confined,
but neat.
"I am sorry to have nothing better to offer you," said Mr. Fogg to Fix, who bowed without responding.


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CHAPTER XXI.
IN WHICH THE MASTER OF THE "TANKADERE" RUNS
GREAT RISK OF LOSING A REWARD OF TWO HUN-
DRED POUNDS.
THIS voyage of eight hundred miles was a perilous venture,
on a craft of twenty tons, and at that season of the year.
The Chinese seas are usually boisterous, subject to terrible
gales of wind, and especially during the equinoxes; and
it was now early November.
It would clearly have been to the master's advantage to
carry his passengers to Yokohama, since he was paid a
certain sum per day; but he would have been rash to
attempt such a voyage, and it was imprudent even to
attempt to reach Shanghai. But John Bunsby believed
in the " Tankadere," which rode on the waves like a sea-
gull; and perhaps he was not wrong.
Late in the day they passed through the capricious
channels of Hong Kong, and the "Tankadere," impelled
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"I do not need, pilot," said Phileas Fogg, when they got
into the open sea, "to advise you to use all possible speed."
"Trust me, your honour. We are carrying all the sail
the wind will let us. The poles would add nothing, and
are only used when we are going into port."
"It's your trade, not mine, pilot, and I confide in you."
Phileas Fogg, with body erect and legs wide apart,
standing like a sailor, gazed without staggering at the
swelling waters. The young woman, who was seated aft,
was profoundly affected as she looked out upon the ocean,
darkening now with the twilight, on which she had ven-
tured in so frail a vessel. Above her head rustled the white
sails, which seemed like great white wings. The boat, car-
ried 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 neces-
sary in these seas crowded with vessels bound landward;
for collisions are not uncommon occurrences, and, at the
speed she was going, the least shock would shatter the
gallant little craft.
Fix, seated in the bow, gave himself up to meditation.
He kept apart from his fellow-travellers, knowing Mr.
Fogg's taciturn tastes; besides, he did not quite like to
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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: Passe-
partout was not with his master; and it was above all
important, after the confidences Fix had imparted to
him, that the servant should never have speech with his
master.
Phileas Fogg was also thinking of Passepartout, who
had so strangely disappeared. Looking at the matter from
every point of view, it did not seem to him impossible that,
by some mistake, the man might have embarked on the
"Carnatic" at the last moment; and this was also Aouda's


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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 carry-
ing 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 mid-
night, 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 nine miles.
The "Tankadere" still carried all sail, and was accom-
plishing her greatest capacity of speed. If the wind held
as it was, the chances would be in her favour. During the
day she kept along the coast, where the currents were
favourable; the coast, irregular in profile, and visible
sometimes across the clearings, was at most five miles
distant. The sea was less boisterous, since the wind came
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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 rough-
ness of the sea, ate with a good appetite, Fix being invited
to share their repast, which he accepted with secret chagrin.
To travel at this man's expense and live upon his provisions
was not palatable to him. Still, he was obliged to eat, and
so he ate.
When the meal was over, he took Mr. Fogg apart, and
said, "Sir,"—this "sir" scorched his lips, and he had to
control himself to avoid collaring this "gentleman,"—"sir,
you have been very kind to give me a passage on this boat
.
But; though my means will not admit of my expending
them as freely as you, I must ask to pay my share—"
"Let us not speak of that, sir," replied Mr. Fogg.
"But, if I insist--" "No, sir," repeated Mr. Fogg", in a tone which did not
admit of a reply. "This enters into my general expenses."
Fix, as he bowed, had a stifled feeling, and going for-
ward, where he ensconced himself, did not open his mouth
for the rest of the day.
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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 Yoko-
hama 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 course, whilst it became very difficult to
stand on deck.
At daybreak the 'wind began to blow hard again, and
the heavens seemed to predict a gale. The barometer an-
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capriciously; the sea also, in the south-cast, raised long
surges which indicated a tempest. The sun had set the
evening before in a red mist, in the midst of the phospho-
rescent scintillations of the ocean.
John Bunsby long examined the threatening aspect of
the heavens, muttering indistinctly between his teeth. At
last he said in a low voice to Mr. Fogg, " Shall I speak out
to your honour?"
"Of course."
"Well, we are going to have a squall."
"Is the wind north or south?" asked Mr. Fogg quietly.
"South. Look! a typhoon is coming up."
"Glad it's a typhoon from the south, for it will carry us
forward."
"Oh, if you take it that way," said John Bunsby, " I've
nothing more to say." John Bunsby's suspicions were 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
forward to the bows. A single triangular sail, of strong
canvas, was hoisted as a storm-jib, so as to hold the wind
from behind. Then they waited.






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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, fortu-
nately, a speed equal to theirs. Twenty times she seemed
almost to be submerged by these mountains of water which
rose behind her; but the adroit management of the pilot
saved her. The passengers were often bathed in spray,
but they submitted to it philosophically. Fix cursed it, no
doubt; but Aouda, with her eyes fastened upon her pro-
tector, 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,


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now lying in the trough of the waves, shook and rolled
terribly ; the sea struck her with fearful violence. At night
the tempest increased in violence. John Bunsby saw the
approach of darkness and the rising of the storm with dark
misgivings. He thought awhile, and then asked his crew
if it was not time to slacken speed. After a consulta-
tion he approached Mr. Fogg, and said, "I think, your
honour, that we should do well to make for one of the
ports on the coast."
"I think so too."
"Ah!" said the pilot . "But which one?"
"I know of but one," returned Mr. Fogg tranquilly.
"And that is—"
"Shanghai."
The pilot, at first, did not seem to comprehend; he
could scarcely 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 com-
plaint. More than once Mr. Fogg rushed to protect her
from the violence of the waves.
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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 evidently on the point of escaping him. He
looked at Mr. Fogg. Mr. Fogg was perfectly tranquil;
and yet his whole fortune was at this moment at stake.
At this moment, also, a long black funnel, crowned with
wreaths of smoke, appeared on the edge of the waters.
. It was the American steamer, leaving for Yokohama at
the appointed time.
"Confound her!" cried John Bunsby, pushing back the
rudder with a desperate jerk.
"Signal her!" said Phileas Fogg quietly.
A small brass cannon stood on the forward deck of the
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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 beine 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, however, unoccupied,—those which had been
engaged by Phileas Fogg.
The next day a passenger, with a half-stupefied eye,
staggering gait, and disordered hair, was seen to emerge
from the second cabin, and to totter to a seat on deck.
It was Passepartout; and what had happened to him
was as follows:—Shortly after Fix left the opium den, two
waiters had lifted the unconscious Passepartout, and had
carried him to the bed reserved for the smokers. Three hours later, pursued even in his dreams by a fixed idea, the 


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he proposed, to follow us on board the "Carnatic." A
detective on the track of Mr. Fogg, accused of robbing the
Bank of England! Pshaw! Mr. Fogg is no more a robber
than I am a murderer."
Should he divulge Fix's real errand to his master?
Would it do to tell the part the detective was playing?
Would ifnot 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.
"I beg your pardon," said Passepartout persistently.
"He is a tall gentleman, quiet, and not very talkative, and
has with him a young lady—"
"There is no young lady on board," interrupted the


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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 " Car-
natic," his master was not there.
He fell thunderstruck on a seat. He saw it all now.
He remembered that the time of sailing had been changed,
that he should have informed his master of that fact, and
that he had not done so. It was his fault, then, that
Mr. Fogg and Aouda had missed the steamer. Yes, but it
was still more the fault of the traitor who, in order to
separate him from his master, and detain the latter at
Hong Kong, had inveigled him into getting drunk! He
now saw the detective's trick; and at this moment Mr.
Fogg was certainly ruined, his bet was lost, and he himself
perhaps arrested and imprisoned! At this thought Passe-
partout 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
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been cut out of Japanese screens, and who were play-
ing 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. Passepartout saw, too, begging friars,
long-robed pilgrims, and simple civilians, with their warped
and jet-black hair, big heads, long busts, slender legs, short
stature, and complexions varying from copper-colour to a
dead wnite, 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 sup-
plied with sails, and litters made of bamboo; nor the
women—whom he thought not especially handsome,—who
took little steps with their little feet, whereon they wore
canvas shoes, straw sandals, and clogs of worked wood,
and who displayed tight-looking eyes, flat chests, teeth
fashionably blackened, and gowns crossed with silken
scarfs, tied in an enormous knot behind,—an ornament


AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. l8l
which the modern Parisian ladies seem to have borrowed
from the dames of Japan.
Passepartout wandered for several hours in the midst of
this motley crowd, looking in at the windows of the rich
and curious shops, the jewellery establishments glittering
with quaint Japanese ornaments, the restaurants decked
with streamers and banners, the tea-houses, where the
odorous beverage was being drunk with "saki," a liquor
concocted from the fermentation of rice, and the comfort-
able smoking-houses, where they were puffing, not opium,
which is almost unknown in Japan, but a very fine, stringy
tobacco. He went on till he found himself in the fields, in
the midst of vast rice plantations. There he saw dazzling
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 queerly-fashioned
grinning scarecrows protected from the sparrows, pigeons,
ravens, and other voracious birds. On the branches of the
cedars were perched large eagles; amid the foliage of the
weeping willows were herons, solemnly standing on one
leg; and on every hand were crows, ducks, hawks, wild
birds, and a multitude of cranes, which the Japanese con-
sider sacred, and which to their minds symbolize long life
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The streets at last became quiet, and the patrol, the
officers of which, in their splendid costumes, and sur-
rounded by their suites, Passepartout thought seemed like
ambassadors, succeeded the. bustling crowd. Each time a
company passed, Passepartout chuckled, and said to him-
self, "Goodl another Japanese embassy departing for
Europe 1"


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CHAPTER XXIII.
IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT'S NOSE BECOMES OUT-
RAGEOUSLY 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


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along, it occurred to him that he would seem rather too
well dressed for a wandering artist. The idea struck him
to change his garments for clothes more in harmony with
his project; by which he might also get a little money to
satisfy the immediate cravings of hunger. The resolution
taken, it remained to carry it out.
It was only after a long search that Passepartout dis-
covered 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, more-
over, jingled in his pocket.
"Good 1" 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


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cook or servant, in payment of his passage and meals.
Once at San Francisco, he would find some means of going
on. The difficulty was, how to traverse the four thousand
seven hundred miles of the Pacific which lay between
Japan and the New World.
Passepartout was not the man to let an idea go begging,
and directed his steps towards the docks. But, as he
approached them, his project, which at first had seemed so
simple, began to grow more and more formidable to his
mind. What need would they have of a cook or servant
on an American steamer, and what confidence would they
put in him, dressed as he was? What references could he
give?
As he was reflecting in this wise, his eyes fell upon an
immense placard which a sort of clown was carrying
through the streets. This placard, which was in English,
read as follows :—
"ACROBATIC JAPANESE TROUPE,
HONOURABLE WILLIAM BATULCAR, PROPRIETOR,
LAST REPRESENTATIONS,
PRIOR TO THEIR DEPARTURE FOR THE UNITED STATES
OF THE
LONG NOSES! LONG NOSES!
UNDER THE DIRECT PATRONAGE OF THE GOD TINGOU!
GREAT ATTRACTION!"


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"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 per-
spective, a company of jugglers.
This was the Honourable William Batulcar's establish-
ment 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
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"None."
"The devil! I should so like to cross the Pacific with you!" "Ah !" said the Honourable Mr. Batulcar. "You are no
more a Japanese than I am a monkey! Why are you
dressed up in that way?"
"A man dresses as he can."
"That's true. You are a Frenchman, aren't you?"
"Yes; a Parisian of Paris."
"Then you ought to know how to make grimaces?"
"Why," replied Passepartout, a little vexed that his
nationality should cause this question, "we Frenchmen
know how to make grimaces, it is true,—but not any better
than the Americans do."
"True. Well, if I can't take you as a servant, I can as
a clown. You see, my friend, in France they exhibit
foreign clowns, and in foreign parts French clowns."
"Ah!"
"You are pretty strong, eh?"
"Especially after a good meal."
"And you can sing?"
"Yes," returned Passepartout, who had formerly been
wont to sing in the streets.
"But can you sing standing on your head,with a top spin-
ning on your left foot, and a sabre balanced on your right?"
"Humph! I think so," replied Passepartout, recalling the
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fashion of the Middle Ages, they bore upon their shoulders
a splendid pair of wings; but what especially distinguished
them was the long noses which were fastened to their faces,
and the uses which they made of them. These noses were
made of bamboo, and were five, six, and even ten feet long,
some straight, others curved, some ribboned, and some
having imitation warts upon them. It was upon these
appendages, fixed tightly on their real noses, that they
performed their gymnastic exercises. A dozen of these
sectaries of Tingou lay flat upon their backs, while others,
dressed to represent lightning-rods, came and frolicked on
their noses, jumping from one to another, and performing
the most skilful leapings and somersaults.
As a last scene, a "human pyramid" had been an-
nounced, in which fifty Long Noses were to represent the
Car of Juggernaut. But, instead of forming a pyramid by
mounting each other's shoulders, the artists were to group
themselves on top of the noses. It happened that the per-
former who had hitherto formed the base of the Car had
quitted the troupe, and as, to fill this part, only strength
and adroitness were necessary, Passepartout had been
chosen to take his place.
The poor fellow really felt sad when—melancholy re-
miniscence 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


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he thought that this nose was winning him something to
eat
.
He went upon the stage, and took his place beside the
rest who were to compose the base of the Car of Jugger-
naut. They all stretched themselves on the floor, their
noses pointing to the ceiling. A second group of artists
disposed themselves on these long appendages, then a third
above these, then a fourth, until a human monument reach-
ing to the very cornices of the theatre soon arose on top of
the noses. This elicited loud applause, in the midst of
'which the orchestra was just striking up a deafening air,
when the pyramid tottered, the balance was lost, one of the
lower noses vanished from the pyramid, and the human
monument was shattered like a castle built of cards!
It was Passepartout's fault. Abandoning his position,
clearing the footlights without the aid of his wings, and
clambering up to the right-hand gallery, he fell at the feet
of one of the spectators, crying,' "Ah, my master 1 my
master!"
"You here?"
"Myself."
"Very well; then let us go to the steamer, young
man!"
Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Passepartout passed through the
lobby of the theatre to the outside, where they encountered
the Honourable Mr. Batulcar, furious with rage. He


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demanded damages for the "breakage " of the pyramid;
and Phileas Fogg appeased him by giving him a handful
of bank-notes.
At half-past six, the very hour of departure, Mr. Fogg
and Aouda, followed by Passepartout, who in his hurry
had retained his wings, and nose six feet long, stepped
upon the American steamer.
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CHAPTER XXIV.
DURUWtV WHICH MR. FOGG AND PARTY CROSS THE
PACIFIC OCEAN.
WHAT happened when the pilot-boat came in sight of
Shanghai will be easily guessed. The signals made by the
"Tankadere" had been seen by the captain of the Yokohama
steamer, who, espying the flag at half-mast, had directed
his course towards the little craft. Phileas Fogg, after
paying the stipulated price of his passage to John 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.


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clothing more in harmony with his position. Within an
hour the Frenchman had cut off his nose and parted with
his wings, and retained nothing about him which recalled
the sectary of the god Tingou.
The steamer which was about to depart from Yokohama
to San Francisco belonged to the Pacific Mail Steamship
Company, and was named the "General Grant." She was
a large paddle-wheel steamer of two thousand five hun-
dred tons, well equipped and very fast. The massive
walking-beam rose and fell above the deck; at one end a
piston-rod worked up and down; and at the other was a
connecting-rod which, in changing the rectilinear motion to
a circular one, was directly connected with the shaft of
the paddles. The "General Grant" was rigged with three
masts, giving a large capacity for sails, and thus materially
aiding the steam power. By making twelve miles an hour,
she would cross the ocean in twenty-one days. Phileas Fogg
was therefore justified in hoping that he would reach San
Francisco by the 2nd of December, New York by the I Ith,
and London on the 20th,—thus gaining several hours on
the fatal date of the 21st of December.
There was a full complement of passengers on board,
among them English, many Americans, a large number of
Coolies on their way to California, and several East Indian
officers, who were spending their vacation in making the
tour of the world. Nothing of moment happened on the


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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 im-
patient 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 tei ruination
of the journey, telling her that the most difficult part of it
had passed, that now they were beyond the fantastic
countries of Japan and China, and were fairly on their way
to civilized places again. A railway train from San Fran-
cisco 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


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"General Grant" passed, on the 23rd of November, the
one hundred and eightieth meridian, and was at the very an-
tipodes 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 Bomhay, from Calcutta to Singapore, and from
Singapore to Yokohama. Could he have followed without
deviation the fiftieth parallel, which is that of London, the
whole distance would only have been about twelve thousand
miles; whereas he would be forced, by the irregular methods
of locomotion, to traverse twenty-six thousand, of which
he had, on the 23rd of November, accomplished seventeen
thousand five hundred. And now the course was a straight
one,and Fixwas no longer there to put obstacles in their way!
It happened also, on the 23rd of November, that Passe-
partout made a joyful discovery. It will be remembered
that the obstinate fellow had insisted on keeping his famous
family watch at London time, and on regarding that of the
countries he had passed through as quite false and unreliable.
Now, on this day, though he had not changed the hands,
he found that his watch exactly agreed with the ship's
chronometers. His triumph was hilarious. He would have
liked to know what Fix would say if he were aboard!


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"The rogue told m.' a lot of stories," repeated Passe-
partout, "about the meridians, the sun, and the moon!
Moon, indeed! moonshine more likely! If one listened to
that sort of people, a pretty sort of time one would keep!
I was sure that the sun would some day regulate itself by
my watch!"
Passepartout was ignorant that, if the face of his watch
had been divided into twenty-four hours, like the Italian
clocks, he would have no reason for exultation; for the
hands of his watch would then, instead of as now indicating
nine o'clock in the morning, indicate nine o'clock in the
evening, that is the twenty-first hour after midnight,—pre-
cisely 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. More-
over, 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
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steamer he himself was supposed to be. Fix's disappoint-
ment 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, think-
ing 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 him-
self in his cabin, to avoid an awkward explanation, and
hoped—thanks to the number of passengers—to remain
unperceived by Mr. Fogg's servant.
On that very day, however, he met Passepartout face to
face on the forward deck. The latter, without a word,
made a rush for him, grasped him by the throat, and,
much to the amusement of a group of Americans, who
immediately began to bet on him, administered to the
detective a perfect volley of blows, which proved the


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great superiority of French over English pugilistic
skill.
When Passepartout had finished, he found himself re-
lieved and comforted. Fix got up in a somewhat rumpled
condition, and, looking at his adversary,coldly said, "Have
you done?"
"For this time—yes."
"Then let me have a word with you."
"But I—"
"In your master's 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 1
I expected it. Now, listen to me. Up to this time I have
been Mr. Fogg's adversary. I am now in his game."
"Aha!" cried Passepartout; "you are convinced he is
an honest man?"
"No," replied Fix coldly, " I think him a rascal. Sh!
don't budge, and let me speak. As long as Mr. Fogg was
on English ground, it was for my interest to detain him
there until my warrant of arrest arrived. I did everything
I could to keep him back. I sent the Bombay priests after
him, I got you intoxicated at Hong Kong, I separated you
from him, and I made him miss the Yokohama steamer."
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"Now," resumed Fix, "Mr. Fogg seems to be going
back to England. Well, I will follow him there. But
hereafter I will do as much to keep obstacles out of his
way as I have done up to this time to put them in his
path. I've changed my game, you see, and simply because
it was for my interest to change it. Your interest is the
same as mine; for it is only in England that you will
ascertain whether you are in the service of a criminal or an
honest man."
Passepartout listened very attentively to Fix, and was
convinced that he spoke with entire good faith.
"Are we friends?" asked the detective.
"Friends ?—no," replied Passepartout; "but allies, per-
haps. At the least sign of treason, however, I'll twist your
neck for you."
"Agreed," said the detective quietly.
Eleven days later, on the 3rd of December, the "General
Grant" entered the bay of the Golden Gate, and reached
San Francisco.
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CHAPTER XXV.
IN WHICH A SLIGHT GLIMPSE IS HAD OF SAN
FRANCISCO.
It was seven in the morning when Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and
Passepartout set foot upon the American continent, if this
name can be given to the floating quay upon which they
disembarked. These quays, rising and falling with the
tide, thus facilitate the loading and unloading of vessels.
Alongside them were clippers of all sizes, steamers of all
nationalities, and the steamboats, with several decks rising
one above the other, which ply on the Sacramento and its
tributaries. There were also heaped up the products of a
commerce which extends to Mexico, Chili, Peru, Brazil,
Europe, Asia, and all the Pacific islands.
Passepartout, in his joy on reaching at last the American -
continent, thought he would manifest it by executing a
perilous vault in fine style; but, tumbling upon some
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countenance by the manner in which he thus "set foot"
upon the New World, he uttered a loud cry, which so
frightened the innumerable cormorants and pelicans that
are always perched upon these movable quays, that they
flew noisily away.
Mr. Fogg, on reaching shore, proceeded to find out at
what hour the first train left for New York, and learned
that this was at six o'clock p.m.; he had, therefore, an
entire day to spend in the Californian capital. Taking a
carriage at a charge of three dollars, he and Aouda entered
it, while Passepartout mounted the box beside the driver,
and they set out for the International Hotel.
From his exalted position Passepartout observed with
much curiosity the wide streets, the low, evenly ranged
houses, the Anglo-Saxon Gothic churches, the great docks,
the palatial wooden and brick warehouses, the numerous
conveyances, omnibuses, horse-cars, and upon the side-
walks, not only Americans and Europeans, but Chinese
and Indians. Passepartout was surprised at all he saw.
San Francisco was no longer the legendary city of 1849,—
a city of banditti, assassins, and incendiaries, who had
flocked hither in crowds in pursuit of plunder; a paradise
of outlaws, where they gambled with gold-dust, a revolver
in one hand and a bowie-knife in the other: it was now a
great commercial emporium.
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panorama of the streets and avenues, which cut each other
at right angles, and in the midst of which appeared
pleasant, verdant squares, while beyond appeared the
Chinese quarter, seemingly imported from the Celestial
Empire in a toy-box. Sombreros and red shirts and
plumed Indians were rarely to be seen; but there were
silk hats and black coats everywhere worn by a multitude
of nervously active, gentlemanly-looking men. Some of
the streets—especially Montgomery Street, which is to
San Francisco what Regent Street is to London, the
Boulevard des Italiens to Paris, and Broadway to New
York—were lined with splendid and spacious stores, which
exposed in their windows the products of the entire world.
When Passepartout reached the International Hotel, it
did not seem to him as if he had left England at all.
The ground floor of the hotel was occupied by a large
bar, a sort of restaurant freely open to all passers-by, who
might partake of dried beef, oyster soup, biscuits, and
cheese, without taking out their purses. Payment was
made only for the ale, porter, or sherry which was drunk.
This seemed "very American" tb Passepartout. The
hotel refreshment-rooms were comfortable, and Mr. Fogg
and Aouda, installing themselves at a table, were abun-
dantly served on diminutive plates by negroes of darkest
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started for the English consulate to have his passport
visaed. As he was going out, he met Passepartout, who
asked him if it would not be well, before taking the train,
to purchase some dozens of Enfield rifles and Colt's re-
volvers. He had been listening to stories of attacks upon
the trains by the Sioux and Pawnees. Mr. Fogg thought
it a useless precaution, but told him to do as he thought
best, and went on to the consulate.
He had not proceeded two hundred steps, however,
when, "by the greatest chance in the world," he met Fix. The detective seemed wholly taken by surprise. What!
Had Mr. Fogg and himself crossed the Pacific together,
and not met on the steamer! At least Fix felt honoured
to behold once more the gentleman to whom he owed
so much, and as his business recalled him to Europe,
he should be delighted to continue the journey in such
pleasant company.
Mr. Fogg replied that the honour would be his; and the
detective —who was determined not to lose sight of him—
begged permission to accompany them in their walk about
San Francisco—a request which Mr. Fogg readily granted
They soon found themselves in Montgomery Street,
where a great crowd was collected; the side-walks, street,
horse-car rails, the shop-doors, the windows of the houses,
and even the roofs, were full of people. Men were going
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The crowd 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.
"It is evidently a meeting," said Fix, "and its object
must be an exciting one. I should not wonder if it were
about the 'Alabama,' despite the fact that that question
is settled."
"Perhaps," replied Mr. Fogg simply.
"At least, there are two champions in presence of each
other, the Honourable Mr. Camerfield and the Horfourable
Mr. Mandiboy."
Aouda, leaning upon Mr. Fogg's arm, observed the
tumultuous scene with surprise, while Fix asked a man
near him what the cause of it all was. Before the man
could reply, a fresh agitation arose; hurrahs and excited
shouts were heard; the staffs of the banners began to be
used as offensive weapons; and fists flew about in every
direction. Thumps were exchanged from the tops of the
carriages and omnibuses which had been blocked up in the
crowd. Boots and shoes went whirling through the air,
and Mr. Fogg thought he even heard the crack of revolvers
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Such a visit was, indeed, opportune. The clothing of
both Mr. Fogg and Fix was in rags, as if they had them-
selves been actively engaged in the contest between Camer-
field and Mandiboy. An hour after, they were once more
suitably attired, and with Aouda returned to the Interna-
tional Hotel.
Passepartout was waiting for his master, armed with
half a dozen six-barrelled revolvers. When he perceived
Fix, he knit his brows; but Aouda having, in a few words,
told him of their adventure, his countenance resumed its
placid expression. Fix evidently was no longer an enemy,
but an ally; he was faithfully keeping his word.
Dinner over, the coach which was to convey the pas-
sengers and their luggage to the station drew up to the
door. As he was getting in, Mr. Fogg said to Fix, "You
have not seen this Colonel Proctor again?"
"No."
"I will come back to America to find him," said Phileas
Fogg calmly. "It would not be right for an Englishman
to permit himself to be treated in that way, without
retaliating."
'The detective smiled, but did not reply. It was clear
that Mr. Fogg was one of those Englishmen who, while
they do not tolerate duelling at home, fight.abroad when
their honour is attacked.
At a quarter before six the travellers reached the station,
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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 Fran-
cisco?"
"It was a political meeting, sir," replied the porter.
"But I thought there was a great deal of disturbance in
the streets." -
"It was only a meeting assembled for an election."
"The election of a general-in-chief, no doubt r" asked
Mr. Fogg.
"No, sir; of a justice of the peace."
Phileas Fogg got into the train, which started off at full
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The journey from New York to San Francisco con-
sumed, 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*laythe road between the forty-first and forty-
second parallels. President Lincoln himself fixed the end
of the line at Omaha, in Nebraska. The work was at once
commenced, and pursued with true American energy; nor
did the rapidity with which it went on injuriously affect its
good execution. The road grew, on the prairies, a mile
and a half a day. A locomotive, running on the rails laid
down the evening before, brought the rails to be laid on
the morrow, and advanced upon them as fast as they were
put in position.
The Pacific Railroad is joined by several branches in
Iowa, Kansas, Colorado, and Oregon. On leaving Omaha,
it passes along the left bank of the Platte River as far as
the junction of its northern branch, follows its southern
branch, crosses the Laramie territory and the Wahsatch
Mountains, turns the Great Salt Lake, and reaches Salt
Lake City, the Mormon capital, plunges into the Tuilla
Valley, across the American Desert, Cedar and Humboldt
Mountains, the Sierra Nevada, and descends, vid Sacra-
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There was but little conversation in the car, and soon
many of the passengers were overcome with sleep. Passe-
partout 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 improvised, and each traveller had soon at
his disposition a comfortable bed, protected from curious
eyes by thick curtains. The sheets were clean and the
pillows soft. It only remained to go to bed and sleeps
which everybody did—while the train sped on across the
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not very hilly. The Central Pacific, taking Sacramento for
its starting-point, extends eastward to meet the road from
Omaha. The line from San Francisco to Sacramento
runs in a north-easterly direction, along the American
River, which empties into San Pablo Bay. The one
hundred and twenty miles between these cities were
accomplished in six hours, and towards midnight, while
fast asleep, the travellers passed through Sacramento; so
that they saw nothing of that important place, the seat of
the State government, with its fine quays, its broad streets,
its noble hotels, squares, and churches.
The train, on leaving Sacramento, and passing the
"junction, Roclin, Auburn, and Colfax, entered the range of
the Sierra Nevada. Cisco was reached at seven in the
morning; and an hour later the dormitory was transformed
into an ordinary car, and the travellers could observe the
picturesque beauties of the mountain region through which
they were steaming. The railway track wound in and out
among the passes, now approaching the mountain sides,
now suspended over precipices, avoiding abrupt angles by
bold curves, plunging into narrow defiles, which seemed to
have no outlet. The locomotive, its great funnel emitting
a weird light, with its sharp bell, and its cow-catcher
extended likea spur, mingled its shrieks and bellowings
with the noise of torrents and cascades, and twined its
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was travelling. About twelve o'clock, a troop of ten or
twelve thousand head of buffalo encumbered the track.
The locomotive, slackening its speed, tried to clear the way
with its cow-catcher; but the mass of animals was too
great. The buffaloes marched along with a tranquil gait,
uttering now and then deafening bellowings. There was
no use of interrupting them, for, having taken a particular
direction, nothing can moderate and change their course;
it is a torrent of living flesh which no dam could contain.
The travellers gazed on this curious spectacle from the
platforms; but Phileas Fogg, who had the most reason of
all to be in a hurry, remained in his seat, and waited
philosophically until it should please the buffaloes to get
out of the way.
Passepartout was furious at the delay they occasioned,
and longed to discharge his arsenal of revolvers upon
them.
"What a country!" cried he. "Mere cattle stop the
trains, and go by in a procession, just as if they were not
impeding travel! Parbleu! I should like to know if Mr.
Fogg foresaw this mishap in his programme! And here's
an engineer who doesn't dare to run the locomotive into
this herd of beasts!"
The engineer did not try to overcome the obstacle, and
he was wise. He would have crushed the first buffaloes,
no doubt, with the cow-catcher; but the locomotive, how-


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ever powerful, would soon have been checked, the train
would inevitably have been thrown off the track, and would
then have been helpless.
The best course was to wait patiently, and regain the
lost time by greater speed when the obstacle was removed.
The procession of buffaloes lasted three full hours, and it
was night before the track was clear. The last ranks of
the herd were now passing over the rails, while the first had
already disappeared below the southern horizon.
It was eight o'clock when the train passed through the
defiles of the Humboldt Range, and half-past nine when
it penetrated Utah, the region of the Great Salt Lake, the
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CHAPTER XXVII.
IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT UNDERGOES, AT A SPEED OF
TWENTY MILES AN HOUR, A COURSE OF MORMON
HISTORY.
DURING the night of the 5th of December, the train ran
south-easterly for about fifty miles; then rose an equal
distance in a north-easterly direction, towards the Great
Salt Lake.
Passepartout, about nine o'clock, went out upon the
platform to take the air. The weather was cold, the
heavens gray, but it was not snowing. The sun's disc,
enlarged by the mist, seemed an enormous ring of gold,
and Passepartout was amusing himself by calculating its
value in pounds sterling, when he was diverted from this
interesting study by a strange-looking personage who
made his appearance on the platform.
This personage, who had taken the train at Elko, was
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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 mis-
sionary, taking advantage of his presence on train No. 48,
would deliver a lecture on Mormonism, in car No. 117,
from eleven to twelve o'clock; and that he invited all
who were desirous of being instructed concerning the
mysteries of the religion of the " Latter Day Saints" to
attend.
"I'll go," said Passepartout to himself. He knew nothing
of Mormonism except the custom of polygamy, which is
its foundation.
The news quickly spread through the train, which con-
tained about one hundred passengers, thirty of whom, at
most, attracted by the notice, esconced themselves in car
No. 117. Passepartout took one of the front seats.
Neither Mr. Fogg nor Fix cared to attend.
At the appointed hour Elder William Hitch rose, and, in
an irritated voice, as if he had already been contradicted,
said, "I tell you that Joe Smith is a martyr, that his
brother Hiram is a martyr, and that the persecutions of
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Several of the audience, not being much interested in
the missionary's narrative, here.left the car; but Elder
Hitch, continuing his lecture, related how Smith, Junior,
with his father, two brothers, and a few disciples, founded
the church of the " Latter Day Saints," which, adopted
not only in America, but in England, Norway and Sweden,
and Germany, counts many artisans, as well as men
engaged in the liberal professions, among its members;
how a colony was established in Ohio, a temple erected
there at a cost of two hundred thousand dollars, and a
town built at Kirkland ; how Smith became an enterprising
banker, and received from a simple mummy showman a
papyrus scroll written by Abraham and several famous
Egyptians.
The Elder's story became somewhat wearisome, and his
audience grew gradually less, until it was reduced to twenty
passengers. But this did not disconcert the enthusiast, who
proceeded with the story of Joseph Smith's bankruptcy in
1837, and how his ruined creditors gave him a coat of tar
and feathers; his reappearance some years afterwards,
more honourable and honoured than ever, at Independence,
Missouri, the chief of a flourishing colony of three thousand
disciples, and his pursuit thence by outraged Gentiles, and
retirement into the far West.
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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 im-
prisoned, in contempt of all justice? Shall we yield to
force? Never! Driven from Vermont, driven from Illinois,
driven from Ohio, driven from Missouri, driven from Utah,
we shall yet find some inckpen dent territory on which to
plant our tents. And you, my brother," continued the
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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 passen-
gers could observe the vast extent of this interior sea,
which is also called the Dead Sea, and into which flows an
American Jordan. It is a picturesque expanse, framed in
lofty crags in large strata, encrusted with white salt,—a
superb sheet of water, which was formerly of larger extent
than now, its shores having encroached with the lapse of
time, and thus at once reduced its breadth and increased
its depth.
The Salt Lake, seventy miles long and thirty-five wide,
is situated three miles eight hundred feet above the sea.
Quite different from Lake Asphaltite, whose depression is
twelve hundred feet below the sea, it contains considerable
salt, and one quarter of the weight of its water is solid
matter, its specific weight being 1170, and, after being
distilled, 1000. Fishes are of course unable to live in it,
and those which descend through the Jordan, the Weber,
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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,
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built in 1853, surrounded the town; and in the principal
street were the market and several hotels adorned with
pavilions. The place did not seem thickly populated. The
streets were almost deserted, except in the vicinity of the
Temple, which they only reached after having traversed
several quarters surrounded by palisades. There were
many women, which was easily accounted for by the
"peculiar institution " of the Mormons ; but it must not be
supposed that all the Mormons are polygamists. They are
free to marry or not, as they please; but it is worth noting
that it is mainly the female citizens of Utah who are
anxious to marry, as, according to the Mormon religion,
maiden ladies are not admitted to the possession of its
highest joys. These poor creatures seemed to be neither
well off nor happy. Some—the more well-to-do, no doubt
—wore short, open black silk dresses, under a hood or
modest shawl; others were habited in Indian fashion.
Passepartout could not behold without a certain fright
these women, charged, in groups, with conferring happiness
on a single Mormon. His common |ense pitied, above all,
the husband. It seemed to him a terrible thing to have to
guide so many wives at once across the vicissitudes of life,
and to conduct them, as it were, in a body to the Mormon
paradise, with the prospect of seeing them in the company
of the glorious Smith, who doubtless was the chief orna-
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The track up to this time had reached its highest eleva-
tion 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 Terri-
tory, following the valley of Bitter Creek throughout. The
next day, December 7th, they stopped for a quarter of an
hour at Green River station. Snow had fallen abundantly
during the night, but, being mixed with rain, it had half
melted, and did not interrupt their progress. The bad
weather, however, annoyed Passepartout; for the accumu-
lation of snow, by blocking the wheels of the cars, would
certainly have been fatal to Mr. Fogg's tour.
"What an idea!" he said to himself. "Why did my
master make this journey in winter? Couldn't he have
waited for the good season to increase his chances?"
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of the sky and the depression of the temperature, Aouda
was experiencing fears from a totally different cause.
Several passengers had got off at Green River, and were
walking up and down the platforms; and among these
Aouda recognized 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 devo-
tion. She did not comprehend, perhaps, the depth of the
sentiment with which her protector inspired her, which she
called gratitude, but which, though she was unconscious of
it, was really more than that . Her heart sank within her
when she 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 ad-
versary.
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
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"And besides," added Passepartout, "I'll take charge of
him, colonel as he is."
"Mr. Fix," resumed Aouda, "Mr. Fogg will allow no
one to avenge him. He said that he would come back to
America to find this man. Should he perceive Colonel
Proctor, we could not prevent a collision which might have
terrible results. He must not see him."
"You are right, madam," replied Fix; "a meeting
between them might ruin all. Whether he were victorious
or beaten, Mr. Fogg would be delayed, and—"
"And," added Passepartout, "that would play the game
of the gentlemen of the Reform Club. In four days we shall
be in New York. Well, if my master does not leave this
car during those four days, we may hope that chance will
not bring him face to face with this confounded American.
We must, if possible, prevent his stirring out of it."
The conversation dropped. Mr. Fogg had just woke up,
and was looking out of the window. Soon after Passepartout,
without being heard by his master or Aouda, whispered to
the detective, "Would you really fight for him?"
"I would do anything," replied Fix, in a tone which
betrayed determined will, "to get him back, living, to
Europe!"
Passepartout felt something like a shudder shoot
through his frame, but his confidence in his master
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Was there any means of detaining Mr. Fogg in the car,
to avoid a meeting between him and the colonel? It
ought not to be a difficult task, since that gentleman was
naturally sedentary and little curious. The detective, at
least, seemed to have found a way ; for, after a few moments,
he said to Mr. Fogg, "These are long and slow hours, sir,
that we are passing on the railway."
"Yes," replied Mr. Fogg; "but they pass."
"You were in the habit of playing whist," resumed Fix,
"on the steamers."
"Yes; but it would be difficult to do so here. I have
neither cards nor partners."
"Oh, but we can easily buy some cards, for they are
sold on all the American trains. And as for partners, if
madam plays—"
"Certainly, sir," Aouda quickly replied; "I understand
whist. It is part of an English education."
"I myself have some pretensions to playing a good
game. Well, here are three of us, and a dummy—"
"As you please, sir," replied Phileas Fogg, heartily glad
to resume his favourite pastime,—even on the railway.
Passepartout was 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 suffi-
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and in a few more hours the Rocky Mountains were
crossed. There was reason to hope, then, that no accident
would mark the journey through this difficult country.
The snow had ceased falling, and the air became crisp and
cold. Large birds, frightened by the locomotive, rose and
flew off in the distance. No wild beast appeared on the
plain. It was a desert in its vast nakedness.
After a comfortable breakfast, served in the car, Mr.
Fogg and his partners had just resumed whist, when a
violent whistling was heard, and the train stopped. Passe-
partout put his head out of the door, but saw nothing to
cause the delay; no station was in view.
Aouda and Fix feared that Mr. Fogg might take it into
his head to get out; but that gentleman contented himself
with saying to his servant, "See what is the matter."
Passepartout rushed out of the car. Thirty or forty
passengers had already descended, amongst them Colonel
Stamp Proctor.
The train had stopped before a red signal which blocked
the way. The engineer and conductor were talking ex-
citedly with a signal-man, whom the station-master at
Medicine Bow, the next stopping place, had sent on before.
The passengers drew around and took part in the discus-
sion, in which Colonel Proctor, with his insolent manner,
was conspicuous.
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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. Ac-
cording to the signal-man, it was in a ruinous condition,
several of the iron wires being broken; and it was impos-
sible to risk the passage. He did not in any way exagge-
rate 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.
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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 pas-
sengers, who, without reckoning the delay, saw themselves
compelled to trudge fifteen miles over a plain covered with
snow. They grumbled and protested, and would certainly
have thus attracted Phileas Fogg's attention, if he had not
been completely absorbed in his game.
Passepartout found that he could not avoid telling his
master what had occurred, and, with hanging head he was
turning towards the car, when the engineer—a true Yankee,
named Forster—called out, " Gentlemen, perhaps there is
a way, after all, to get over."
"On the bridge ?" asked a passenger.
"On the bridge."
"With our train?"
"With our train."
Passepaitout stopped short, and eagerly listened to the
engineer.
"But the bridge is unsafe," urged the conductor.
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on the very highest speed we might have a chance of
getting over."
"The devil!" muttered Passepartout
.
But a number of the passengers were at once attracted
by the engineer's proposal, and Colonel Proctor was
especially delighted, and found the plan a very feasible
one. He told stories about engineers leaping their trains
over rivers without bridges, by putting on full steam; and
many of those present avowed themselves of the engineer's
mind.
"We have fifty chances out of a hundred of getting
over," said one.
"Eighty! ninety!"
Passepartout was astounded, and, though ready to
attempt anything to get over Medicine Creek, thought the
experiment proposed a little too American. "Besides,"
thought he, "there's a still more simple way, and it does
not even occur to any of these people! Sir," said he aloud
to one of the passengers, "the engineer's plan seems to me
a little dangerous, but—"
"Eighty chances!" replied the passenger, turning his
back on him.
"I know it," said Passepartout, turning to another pas-
senger, " but a simple idea—"
"Ideas are no use," returned the American, shrugging
his shoulders, " as the engineer assures us that we can pass."






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versing the steam, backed the train for nearly a mile—
retiring, like a jumper, in order to take a longer leap.
Then, with another whistle, he began to move forward;
the train increased its speed, and soon its rapidity became
frightful; a prolonged screech issued from the locomotive;
the piston worked up and down twenty strokes to the
second. They perceived that the whole train, rushing on
at the rate of a hundred miles an hour, hardly bore upon
the rails at all.
And they passed over! It was like a flash. No one
saw the bridge. The train leaped, so to speak, from one
bank to the other, and the engineer could not stop it until
it had gone five miles beyond the station. But scarcely
had the train passed the river, when the bridge, com-
pletely ruined, fell with a crash into the rapids of Medicine
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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 inau-
gurated 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 RailwayPioneer was printed by a press brought
on the train. Thus was celebrated the inauguration of this
great railroad, a mighty instrument of progress and civili-
zation, thrown across the desert, and destined to link toge-
ther cities and towns which do not yet exist. The whistle
of the locomotive, more powerful than Amphioh'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
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single artery,—a large tributary whose waters empty into
the Missouri a little above Omaha.
The one hundred and first meridian was passed.
Mr.-Fogg and his partners had resumed their game; no
one—not even the dummy-- complained of the length of
the trip, Fix had begun by winning several guineas, which
he seemed likely to lose ; but he showed himself a not less
eager whist-player than Mr. Fogg. During the morning,
chance distinctly favoured that gentleman. Trumps and
honours were showered upon his hands.
Once, having resolved on a bold stroke, he was on the
point of playing a spade, when a voice behind him said, "I
should play a diamond."
Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Fix raised their heads, and beheld
Colonel Proctor.
Stamp Proctor and Phileas Fogg 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, throw-
ing 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."



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"Sir," said Mr. Fogg, very politely, "after our meeting at
San Francisco, I determined to return to America and find you as soon as I had completed the business which called
me to England."
"Really!"
"Will you appoint a meeting for six months hence?"
"Why not ten years hence?"
"I say six months," returned Phileas Fogg, "and I shall
be at the place of meeting promptly."
"All this is an evasion," cried Stamp Proctor. "Now or
never!"
"Very good. You are going to New York?"
"No."
"To Chicago?"
"No."
"To Omaha?"
"What difference is it to you? Do you know Plum
Creek?"
"No," replied Mr. Fogg.
"It's the next station. The train will be there in an
hour, and will stop there ten minutes. In ten minutes
several revolver-shots could be exchanged."
"Very well," said Mr. Fogg. "I will stop at Plum
Creek."
"And I guess you'll stay there too," added the Ameri-
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"That wouldn't be convenient, perhaps, for this gentle-
man," said the colonel, in a jeering tone.
"It would be perfectly so," replied Phileas Fogg.
"Well, we are really in America," thought Passepartout,
"and the conductor is a gentleman of the first order!"
So muttering, he followed his master.
The two combatants, their seconds, and the conductor
passed through the cars to the rear of the train. The last
car was only occupied by a dozen passengers, whom the
conductor politely asked if they would not be so kind as to
leave it vacant for a few moments, as two gentlemen had
an affair of honour to settle. The passengers granted the
request with alacrity, and straightway disappeared on the
platform.
The car, which was some fifty feet long, was very conve-
nient for their purpose. The adversaries might march on
each other in the aisle, and fire at their ease. Never was
duel more easily arranged. Mr. Fogg and Colonel Proctor,
each provided with two six-barrelled revolvers, entered the
car. The seconds, remaining outside, shut them in. They
were to begin firing at the first whistle of the locomotive.
After an interval of two minutes, what remained of the two
gentlemen would be taken from the car.
Nothing could be more simple. Indeed, it was all so
simple that Fix and Passepartout felt their hearts beating
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sengers. 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 de-
fended herself, like a true heroine, with a revolver, which
she shot through the broken windows whenever a savage
made his appearance. Twenty Sioux had fallen mortally
wounded to the ground, and the wheels crushed those who
fell upon the rails as if they had been worms. Several
passengers, shot or stunned, lay on the seats.
It was necessary to put an end to the struggle, which
had lasted for ten minutes, and which would result in the
triumph of the Sioux it 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."


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CHAPTER XXX.
IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG SIMPLY DOES HIS DUTY.
Three passengers—including Passepartout-had disap-
peared. Had they been killed in the struggle? Were
they taken prisoners by the Sioux? It was impossible to
tell.
There were many wounded, but none mortally. Colonel
Proctor was one of the most seriously hurt; he had fought
bravely, and a ball had entered his groin. He was carried
into the station with the other wounded passengers, to
receive such attention as could be of avail.
Aouda was safe; and Phileas Fogg, who had been in the
thickest of the fight, had not received a scratch. Fix was
slightly wounded in the arm. But Passepartout was not to
be found, and tears coursed down Aouda's cheeks.
All the passengers had got out of the train, the wheels of
which were stained with blood. From the tires and spokes
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"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." v
"Very well," said Mr. Fogg, coldly. "I will go alone."
"You, sir!" cried Fix coming up; "you go alone in
pursuit of the Indians?"
"Would you have me leave this poor fellow to perish,
—him to whom every one present owes his life? I shall go."
"No, sir, you shall not go alone," cried the captain,
touched in spite of himself. "No! you are a brave man.
Thirty volunteers!" he added, turning to the soldiers.
The whole company started forward at once. The captain
had only to pick his men. Thirty were chosen, and an old
sergeant'placed at their head.
"Thanks, captain," said Mr. Fogg.
"Will you let me go with you ?" asked Fix.
■ Do as you please, sir. But if you wish to do me &
favour, you will remain with Aouda. In case anything
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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 1
Fix gazed attentively at Mr. Fogg, and, despite his
suspicions and of the struggle which was going on within
him, he lowered his eyes before that calm and frank
look.
"I will stay," said he.
A few moments after, Mr. Fogg pressed the young
woman's hand, and, having confided to her his precious
carpet-bag, went off with the sergeant and his little squad.
But, before going, he had said to the soldiers, " My friends,
I will divide five thousand dollars among you, if we save
the prisoners."
It was then a little past noon.
Aouda retired to a waiting-room, and there she waited
alone, thinking of the simple and noble generosity, the
tranquil courage of Phileas Fogg. He had sacrificed his
fortune, and was now risking his life, all without hesitation,
from duty, in silence.
Fix did not have the same thoughts, and could scarcely
conceal his agitation. He walked feverishly up and down
the platform, but soon resumed his outward composure.
He now saw the folly of which he had been guilty in letting
Fogg go alone. What! This man, whom he had just
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himself from him! He began to accuse and abuse himself,
and, as if he were director of police, administered to himself
a sound lecture for his greenness.
"I have been an idiot!" he thought, "and this man will
see it. He has gone, and won't come back! But how is it
that I, Fix, who have in my pocket a warrant for his arrest,
have been so fascinated by him? Decidedly, I am nothing
but an ass!"
So reasoned the detective, while the hours crept by all
too slowly. He did not know what to do. Sometimes he
was tempted to tell Aouda all; but he could not doubt
how the young woman would receive his confidences.
What course should he take? He thought of pursuing
Fogg across the vast white plains; it did not seem
impossible that he might overtake him. Footsteps were
easily printed on the snow! But soon, under a new sheet,
every imprint would be effaced.
Fix became discouraged. He felt a sort of insurmount-
able 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 snow-
ing hard, long whistles were heard approaching from the
east. A great shadow, preceded by a wild light, slowly
advanced, appearing still larger through the mist, which
gave it a fantastic aspect. No train was expected from the



AN ENORMOUS SHADOW, PRECEDED BY A FLICKERING YELLOW
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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-travel-
lers—"
"I cannot interrupt the trip," replied the conductor.
"We are already three hours behind time."
"And when will another train pass here from San
Francisco?"
"To-morrow evening, madam."
"To-morrow evening! But then it will be too late! We
must wait—"
"It is impossible," responded the conductor. "If you
wish to go, please get in."
"I will not go," said Aouda.
Fix had heard this conversation. A little while before,
when there was no prospect of proceeding on the journey,
he had made up his mind to leave Fort Kearney; but now
that the train was there, ready to start, and he had only to
take his seat in the car, an irresistible influence held him
back. The station platform burned his feet, and he could
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and failure stifled him. He wished to struggle on to
the end.
Meanwhile the passengers and some of the wounded,
among them Colonel Proctor, whose injuries were serious,
had taken their places in the train. The buzzing of the
over-heated boiler was heard, and the steam was escaping
from the valves. The engineer whistled, the train started,
and soon disappeared, mingling its white smoke with the
eddies of the densely falling snow.
The detective had remained behind.
Several hours passed. The weather was dismal, and it
was very cold. Fix sat motionless on a bench in the
station; he might have been thought asleep. Aouda,
despite the storm, kept coming out of the waiting-room,
going t •> 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
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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 de-
scribe.
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.
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 hesi-
tation did not last long, however. Calling one of his
lieutenants, he was on the point of ordering a reconnois-
sance, when gunshots were heard. Was it a signal?
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AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 26l
off they perceived a little band returning in good
order.
Mr. Fog 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 pro-
tector'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.
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"Gone," replied Fix.
"And when does the next train pass here?" asked
Thileas Fogg.
"Not till this evening.'
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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.
Mr. Fogg readily made a bargain with the owner of this
land-craft. The wind was favourable, being fresh, and
blowing from the west. The snow had hardened, and
Mudge was very confident of being able to transport
Mr. Fogg in a few hours to Omaha. Thence the trains
eastward run frequently to Chicago and New York.
It was not impossible that the lost time might yet
be recovered; and such an opportunity was not to be
rejected.
Not wishing to expose Aouda to the discomforts of
travelling in the open air, Mr. Fogg proposed to leave her
with Passepartout at Fort Kearney, the servant taking
upon himself to escort her to Europe by a better route and
under more favourable conditions. But Aouda refused to
separate from Mr. Fogg, and Passepartout was delighted
with her decision; for nothing could induce him to leave
his master while Fix was with him.
It would be difficult to guess the detective's thoughts.
Was 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
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"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 nth, 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 detec-
tive who procured the sledge, the only means of reaching
Omaha in time; but, checked by some presentiment, he
kept his usual reserve. One thing, however. Passepartout
would never forget, and that was the sacrifice which Mr.
Fogg had made, without hesitation, to rescue him from the
Sioux. Mr. Fogg had risked his fortune and his life. No 1
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
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road and the branch which unites Kearney with Saint
Joseph it formed a great uninhabited island. Neither
village, station, nor fort appeared. From time to time
they sped by some phantom-like tree, whose white skeleton
twisted and rattled in 'the wind. Sometimes flocks of
wild birds rose, or bands of gaunt, famished, ferocious
prairie-wolves ran howling after the sledge. Passepartout,
revolver in hand, held himself ready to fire on those which
came too near. Had an accident then happened to the
sledge, the travellers, attacked by these beasts, would have
been in the most terrible danger; but it held on its even
course, soon gained on the wolves, and ere long left the
howling band at a safe distance behind.
About noon Mudge perceived by certain landmarks
that he was crossing the Platte River. He said nothing,
but he felt certain that he was now within twenty miles of
Omaha. In less than an hour he left the rudder and
furled his sails, whilst the sledge, carried forward by the
great impetus the wind had given it, went on half a mile
further with its sails unspread. >
It stopped at last, and Mudge, pointing to a mass of
roofs white with snow, said, "We have got there!"
Arrived 1 Arrived at the station which is in daily com-
munication, by numerous trains, with the Atlantic sea-
board!
Passepartout and Fix jumped off, stretched their stiffened


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had no time to lose. It traversed Indiana, Ohio, Penn-
sylvania, 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 even-
ing of the I ith, 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 I 


Z"J2 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.
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 Trans-
atlantic Company, whose admirable steamers are equal to
any in speed and comfort, did not leave until the 14th;
the Hamburg boats did not go directly to Liverpool or
London, but to Havre; and the additional trip from
Havre to Southampton would render Phileas Fogg's last
efforts of no avail. The Inman steamer did not depart
till the next day, and could not cross the Atlantic in time
to save the wager.
Mr. Fogg learned all this in consulting his " Bradshaw,"
which gave him the daily movements of the transatlantic
steamers.
Passepartout was crushed; it overwhelmed him to lose


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"In an hour."
"You are bound for—"
"Bordeaux."
"And your cargo?"
"No freight. Going in ballast."
"Have you any passengers ?"'
"No passengers. Never have passengers. Too much in
the way."
"Is your vessel a swift one?"
"Between eleven and twelve knots. The "Henrietta,'
well known."
"Will you carry me and three other persons to Liver-
pool?"
"To Liverpool? Why not to China?"
"I said Liverpool."
"No 1"
"No?"
"No. I am setting out for Bordeaux, and shall go to
Bordeaux"
"Money is no object?"
"None."
The captain spoke in a tone which did not admit of a reply.
"But the owners of the ' Henrietta'—" resumed Philcas
Fogg.
"The owners are myself," replied the captain, "The
vessel belongs to me."
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"I will freight it for you."
"No."
"I will buy it of you."
"No."
Philcas Fogg did not betray the least disappointment;
but the situation was a grave one. It was not at New York
as at Hong Kong, nor with the captain of the " Henrietta"
as with the captain of the " Tankadere." Up to this time
money had smoothed away every obstacle. Now money
failed.
Still, some means must be found to cross the Atlantic on
a boat, unless by balloon,—which would have been ven-
turesome, besides not being capable of being put in prac-
tice. It seemed that Phileas Fogg had an idea, for he
said to the captain, "Well, will you carry me to Bordeaux?"
"No, not if you paid me two hundred dollars."
"I offer you two thousand."
"Apiece?"
"Apiece."
"And there are four of you?"
. "Four."
Captain Speedy began to scratch his head. There were
eight thousand dollars to gain, without changing his route;
for which it was well worth conquering the repugnance he
had for all kinds of passengers. Besides, passengers at two
thousand dollars are no longer passengers, but valuable


2?8 AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG SHOWS HIMSELF EQUAL TO
THE OCCASION.
An hour after, the "Henrietta" passed the lighthouse which
marks the entrance of the Hudson, turned the point of
Sandy Hook, and put to sea. During the day she skirted
Long Island, passed Fire Island, and directed her course
rapidly eastward.
At noon the next day, a man mounted the bridge to
ascertain the vessel's position. It might be thought that
this was Captain Speedy. Not the least in the world. It
was Philcas Fogg, Esquire. As for Captain Speedy, he
was shut up in his cabin under lock and key, and was utter-
ing loud cries, which signified an anger at once pardonable
and excessive.
What had happened was very simple. Philcas Fogg
wished to go to Liverpool, but the captain would not carry
him there. Then Phileas Fogg had taken passage for Bor-


2SO AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.
stationary in the north-east, the sails were hoisted, and the
"Henrietta" ploughed across the waves like a real trans-
atlantic steamer.
Passepartout was delighted. His master's last exploit, the
consequences of which he ignored, enchanted him. Never had
the crew seen so jolly and dexterous a fellow. He formed
warm friendships with the sailors, and amazed them with
his acrobatic feats. He thought they managed the vessel
like gentlemen, and that the stokers fired up like heroes.
His loquacious good humour infected 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 command, was not going to Liverpool at all, but to
.some part of the world where the robber, turned into a


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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 grow'
in his cabin; and Passepartout, whose duty it was to carry
him his meals, courageous as he was, took the greatest pre-
cautions. 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 New-
foundland, a dangerous locality; during the winter, espe-
cially, there are frequent fogs and heavy gales of wind.
Ever since the evening before the barometer, suddenly fall-
ing, had indicated "an approaching change in the atmo-
sphere; and during the night the temperature varied, the
cold became sharper, and the wind veered to the south-
east.
This was a misfortune. Mr. Fogg, in order not to deviate
from his course, furled his sails and increased the force of
the steam; but the vessel's speed slackened, owing to the
state of the sea, the long waves of which broke against the
stern. She pitched violently, and this retarded her progress.
The breeze little by little swelled into a tempest, and it was
to be feared that the "Henrietta" might not be able to
maintain herself upright on the waves.
Passepartout's visage darkened with the skies, and for
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"Pirate!" cried Captain Speedy.
"I have sent for you, sir—"
"Pickaroon!"
"—Sir," continued Mr. Fogg, "to ask you to sell me
your vessel."
"No! By all the devils, no!"
"But I shall be obliged to burn her."
"Burn the ' Henrietta'!"
"Yes; at least the upper part of her. The coal has
given out."
"Burn my vessel!" cried Captain Speedy, who could
scarcely pronounce the words. "A vessel worth fifty
thousand dollars!"
"Here are sixty thousand," replied Phileas Fogg, hand-
ing the captain a roll of bank bills. This had a prodigious
effect on Andrew Speedy. An American can scarcely
remain unmoved at the sight of sixty thousand dollars.
The captain forgot in an instant his anger, his imprison-
ment, 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?"
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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 Liver-
pool--" "And I did well!" cried Andrew Speedy; "for I have
gained at least forty thousand dollars by it!" He added,
more sedately, " Do you know one thing, Captain—"
"Fogg."
"Captain Fogg, you've got something of the Yankee
about you."
And, having paid his passenger what he considered a
high compliment, he was going away, when Mr. Fogg
said, " The vessel now belongs to me?"
"Certainly, from the keel to the truck of the masts,—all
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"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.
Queenstovvn is the Irish port at which the transatlantic
steamers stop to put off the mails. These mails are carried
to Dublin by express trains always held in readiness
to start; from Dublin they are sent on to Liverpool by
the most rapid boats, and thus gain twelve hours on the
Atlantic steamers.
Phileas Fogg counted on gaining twelve hours in the same
way. Instead of arriving at Liverpool the next evening
by the " Henrietta," he would be there by noon, and would
therefore have time to reach London before a quarter
before nine in the evening.
The "Henrietta" entered Queenstown harbour at one
o'clock in the morning, it then being high tide; and
Phileas Fogg, after being grasped heartily by the hand by
Captain Speedy, left that gentleman on the levelled hulk of
his craft, which was still worth half what he had sold it
for.
The party went on shore at once. Fix was greatly
tempted to arrest Mr. Fogg on the spot; but he did not.
Why? What struggle was going on within him? Had
he changed his mind about "his man?" Did he under-
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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 em-
barking 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?"
"lam."
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There were several rapid locomotives on hand; but the
railway arrangements did not permit the special train to
leave until three o'clock.
At that hour Phileas Fogg, having stimulated the
engineer by the offer of a generous reward, at last set
out towards London with Aouda and his faithful servant.
It was necessary to make the journey in five hours and
a half; and this would have been easy on a clear road
throughout. But there were forced delays, and when Mr.
Fogg stepped from the train at the terminus, all the clocks
in London were striking ten minutes before nine.1
Having made the tour of the world, he was behindhand
five minutes. He had lost the wager!
'A somewhat remarkable eccentricity on the part of the London clocks I—
Translator.


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to do but obey them. He looked at his imperturbable
master, and could scarcely bring his mind to leave him.
His heart was full, and his conscience tortured by remorse;
for he accused himself more bitterly than ever of being the
cause of the irretrievable disaster. Yes! if he had warned
Mr. Fogg, and had betrayed Fix's projects to him, his
master would certainly not have given the detective pas-
sage to Liverpool, and then—
Passepartout could hold in no longer.
"My master! Mr. Fogg!" he cried, "why do you not
curse me? It was my fault that—"
"I blame no one," returned Phineas Fogg, with perfect
calmness. "Go!"
Passepartout left the room, and went to find Aouda, to
whom he delivered his master's message.
"Madam," he added, "I can do nothing myself—
nothing! I have no influence over my master; but you,
perhaps—"
"What influence could I have ?" replied Aouda. "Mr.
Fogg is influenced by no one. Has he ever understood
that my gratitude to him is overflowing? Has he ever
read my heart? My friend, he must not be left alone an
instant! You say he IS going to speak with me this
evening?"
"Yes, madam; probably to arrange for your protection
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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, like a racehorse, was
drawing near his last turning-point. The bonds were
quoted, no longer at a hundred below par, but at twenty,
at ten, and at five; and paralytic old Lord Albemarle bet
even in his favour.
A great crowd was collected in Pall Mall and the
neighbouring streets on Saturday evening ; it seemed like
a multitude of brokers permanently established around the
Reform Club. Circulation was impeded, and everywhere
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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 ap-
proached, the excitement rose to its highest pitch.
The five antagonists of Phileas Fogg had met in the
great saloon of the club. John Sullivan and Samuel
Fallentin, the bankers, Andrew Stuart, the engineer,
Gauthier Ralph, the director of the Bank of England,
and Thomas Flanagan, the brewer, one and all waited
anxiously.
When the clock indicated twenty minutes past eight,
Andrew Stuart got up, saying, "Gentlemen, in twenty
minutes the time agreed upon between Mr. Fogg and our-
selves will have expired."
"What time did the last train arrive from Liverpool?"
asked Thomas Flanagan.
"At twenty-three minutes past seven," replied Gauthier
Ralph; "and the next does not arrive till ten minutes
after twelve."
"Well, gentlemen," resumed Andrew Stuart, "if Phileas
Fogg had come in the 7.23 train, he would have got
here by this time. We can therefore regard the bet
as won."
"Wait; don't let us be too hasty," replied Samuel
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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 nineteen thousand on the way,
the pecuniary gain was small. His object was, however, to
be victorious, and not to win money. He divided the one
thousand pounds that remained between Passepartout and
the unfortunate Fix, against whom he cherished no grudge.
He deducted, however, from Passepartout's share the cost
of the gas which had burned in his room for nineteen
hundred and twenty hours, for the sake of regularity.
That evening, Mr. Fogg, as tranquil and phlegmatic as
ever, said to Aouda, "Is our marriage still agreeable to
you?"
"Mr. Fogg," replied she, "it is for me to ask that
question. You were ruined, but now you are rich
again."
"Pardon me, madam; my fortune belongs to you. If
you had not suggested our marriage, my servant would not
have gone to the Reverend Samuel Wilson's, I should not
have been apprised of my error, and—"
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"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 em-
ployed every means of conveyance—steamers, railways,
carriages, yachts, trading-vessels, sledges, elephants. The
eccentric gentleman had throughout displayed all his mar-
vellous 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?