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The Tour of The World,

IN

EIGHTY DAYS

BY

JULES VERNE

AUTHOR OF " TWENTY THOUSAND LEAGUES UNDER THE 8X1*,"
"THE MYSTERIOUS ISLAND,1' ETC., ETC.

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CONTENTS.

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/ Chaptbr f.~In which Phileas Fogg and Passepartout accept each other

—The one as Master, the other as Servant............................ 8

Chapter II.—In which Passepartout is convinced that he has found his

Ideal................................................................. 131

2 Chapter III.—In which a Conversation takes place which may cost

Phileas Fogg dearly................................................

j Chapter IV.—In which Phileas Fogg surprises Passepartout, his Servant,

beyond Measure .................................................... 28

Chapter V.—In which a New Security appears on the London Exchange 33
i\ Chapter VI.—In which the Agent Fix shows a very proper Impatience. 88
Chapter VIL—Which shows once more the uselessness o£ Passepartout

in Police Matters........................................ ............ 45

< Chapter VIII.—In which Passepartout perhaps talks a little more than

is proper.............................................................. 49

Chapter IX.—In which the Red Sea and the Indian Ocean show them-
selves propitious to Phileas Fogg's designs........................... 56

0	Chapter X.—In which Passepartout is only too happy to get off with

the loss of his Shoes......................................... ..... 63

Chapter XI.—In which Phileas Fogg buys a Conveyance at a fabulous

price............... .............................................. .. 71

f Chapter XII.—In which Phileas Fogg and his Companions venture

through the Forests of India, and what follows...................... 83

\ c Chapter XIII.—In which Passepartout proves again that Fortune Smiles

upon the Bold......................................................... 92

v\ Chapter XIV.—In which Phileas Fogg descends the entire splendid

Valley of the Ganges without ever thinking of looking at it.......... 101

j j Chapter XV.—In which the Bag with the Bank-notes is relieved of a

few Thousand Pounds more........................................... Ill

1	Chapter XVI.—In which Fix has not the appearance of knowing any-

thing about the Matters concerning which they talk to him..........121

Chapter XVII.—In which one thing and another is talked about during

the Trip from Singapore to Hong Kong.............................. 129

Chapter XVIII.—-In which Phileas Fogg, Passepartout, and Fix, each

goes about his own Business.............................. ......... 138

14 Chapter XIX.—In which Passepartout takes a little too lively interest

in his Master, and what follows......................................14$

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TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS

CHAPTER I.

IN which phileas fogg and passepartout accept
each other—the one as master, the other as ser«
yant. /

In the year 1872, the house No. 7 Saville Bow,
Burlington Gardens—the house in which Sheridan
died, in 1814—was inhabited by Phileas Fogg, Esq.,
one of the most singular and most noticed members of
the Reform Club of London, although he seemed to
take care to do nothing which might attract attention.

This Phileas Fogg, then, an enigmatic personage, of
whom nothing was known but that lie was a very po-
lite man, and one of the most perfect gentlemen of
good English society, succeeded one of the greatest
orators that honor England.

An Englishman Phileas Fogg was surely, but per-
haps not a Londoner. He was never seen on 'Change,
at the Bank, or in any of the counting-rooms of the
w City." The docks of London had never received a


3 TOUR OF TEE WOULD IX EIGHTY DAYS,

vcsfel fitted out by Phileas Fogg. This gentlemai? did
not figure in any public body. His name had nevei
sounded in any Inns of Court, nor in tlie Temple, nor
.Lincoln's Inn, nor Gray's Inn. He never pleaded in
the Court of Chancery, nor the Queen's Bench, nor
the Exchequer, nor the Ecclesiastical Courts. He was
neither a manufacturer, nor a trader, nor a merchant,
nor a gentleman farmer. He was not a member of the
Royal Institution of Great Britain, or the London In-
stitution, or the Artisan's Association, or the Russell
Institution, or the Literary Institution of the West, or
the Law Institute, or that Institute of the Arts and
Sciences, placed under the direct patronage of her gra-
cious Majesty. In fact, he belonged to none of the
numerous societies that swarm in the capital of Eng-
land, from tlie Harmonic to the Entomological Society,
founded principally for the purpose of destroying
hurtful insects.

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

Should any one be astonished that such a mysterious
gentleman should be among the members of this hon-
orable institution, we wTill reply that he obtained ad-
mission on the recommendation of Baring Brothers,
v^ith whom he had an open credit. Thence a certain
appearance due to his checks being regularly paid at
eight by the debit of his account current, which was
always to his credit.


TOUR OF THE WORLD IX EIGHTY DATS. «J

Was this Phileas Fogg rich? Undoubtetfly. But
the best informed could not say how he had made his
money, and Mr. Fogg was the last person to whom it
would have been proper to go for information.
was by no means extravagant in anything, neither was
he avaricious, for when money was needed for a noble,
useful, or benevolent purpose, he gave it quietly, and
even anonymously. In short, no one was less commu-
nicative than this gentleman. He talked as little as
possible, and seemed much more mysterious than
silent. But his life was open to the light, but what
he did was always so mathematically the same thing,
that the imagination, unsatisfied, sought further.

Had he travelled 1 It was probable, for none knew
the world better than he; there was no spot so secluded
that he did not appear to have a special acquaintance
with it. Sometimes, in a few, brief, clear words, he
would correct the thousand suppositions circulating in
> the club with reference to travellers lost or strayed;
' he pointed out the true probabilities, and so often did
events justify his predictions that he seemed as if gifted
with a sort of second sight. He was a man who must
have travelled everywhere, in spirit at least.

One thing was certain, that for many years Phileas
a Fogg had not been from London. Those who had
the honor of knowing him more intimately than
others, affirmed that no one could pretend to have
seen him elsewhere than upon this direct joute, which


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he traversed every day to go from liis house to the
club. His only pastime was reading the papers and
playing whist. He frequently won at this quiet game,
bo very appropriate to his nature; but his winnings
' never went into his purse and made an important item
in his charity fund. Besides, it must be remarked,
that Mr. Fogg evidently played for the sake of play-
ing, not to win. The game was for him a contest, a
struggle against a difficulty; but a motionless, unweary-
ing struggle, and that suited his character.

Phileas Fogg was not known to have either wife or
children—which may happen to the most respectable
people—neither relatives nor friends—which is more
rare, truly. Phileas Fogg lived alone in his house in
~ Saville Row, where nobody entered. There was never
a question as to its interior. A single servant sufficed
to serve him. Breakfasting and dining at the club, at
hours fixed with the utmost exactness, in the same
hall, at the same table, not entertaining his colleagues
nor inviting a stranger, he returned home only to go
to bed, exactly at midnight, without ever making use
of the comfortable chambers which the Reform Club
puts at the disposal of its favored members. Of tire
twenty-four hours he passed ten at his residence either
sleeping or busying himself at his toilett. If he
walked, it was invariably with a regular step, in the
entrance hall with its Mosaic floor, or in the circular
gallery, above which rose a dome with blue painted


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windows, supported by twenty Ionic columns of red
porphyry. If lie dined or breakfasted, tlie kitchens, the
buttery, the pantry > the dairy of the club furnished his
table their succulent stores; the waiters of the club,
grave personages in dress-coats and shoes with swan-
skin soles, served him in a special porcelain and on tine
Saxon linen; the club decanters of a lost mould con-
tained his sherry, his port, and his claret, flavored with
orange flower water and cinnamon; and finally the ice
of the club, brought at great expense from the Ameri-
can lakes, kept his drinks in a satisfactory condition of
freshness.	*

If to live in such conditions is to be eccentric, it
must be granted that eccentricity has something good
in it!

The mansion on Saville Kow, without being sump-
tuous, recommended itself by its extreme comfort.
Besides, with the unvarying habits of the occupants,
the number of servants was reduced to one. But
Phileas Fogg demanded from his only servant an
extraordinary and regular punctuality. This very
day, the second of October, Phileas Fogg had die-
missed James Forster—this youth having incurred his
displeasure by bringing him shaving water at eighty-
four degrees Fahrenheit, instead of eighty-six—and he
was waiting for his successor, who wras to make his
appearance between eleven and half past eleven.

Phileas Fogg, squarely seated in his arm-chair, his


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feet close together like those of a soldier on parade,
his hands resting on his knees, his body straight, his
head erect, was watching the hand of the clock move
.—a complicated mechanism which indicated the hours,
the minutes, the seconds, the days, the days of the
month, and the year. At the stroke of half-past
eleven.Mr. Fogg would, according to his daily habit,
leave his house and repair to the Reform Club.

At this moment, there was a knock at the door of
the small parlor in which was Phileas Fogg.

James Forster, the dismissed servant, appeared.

" The new servant," said he.

A young man, aged thirty years, came forward and
bowed.

"You area Frenchman, and your name is John?"
Phileas Fogg asked him.

" Jean, if it does not displease Monsieur," replied
the new-comer. " Jean Passepartout, a surname which
lias clung to me and which my natural aptitude for
withdrawing from a business has justified. I believe,
sir, that I ana an honest fellow; but to be frank, I
have had several trades. I have been a travelling
ginger; a circus rider, vaulting like Leotard, and danc-
ing on the rope like Blondin; then I became professor
of gymnastics, in order to lender my talents more
useful; and in the last place, I was a sergeant fireman
at Paris. I have among my papers notes of remark-
able fires. But five years have passed since I left


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. H

France, and wishing to have a taste of family life, I
have been a valet in England. Now, finding myself
out of a situation, and having learned that Monsieur
Pliileas Fogg was the most exact and the most settled
gentleman in the United Kingdom, I have presented
myself to Monsieur with the hope of living tranquilly
with him, and of forgetting even the name of Passe-
partout."

"Passepartout suits me," replied the gentleman.
"You are recommended to me. I have good reports
concerning you. You know my conditions ?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, what time have you ?"

" Twenty-two minutes after eleven," replied Passe-
partout, drawing from the depths of his pocket an
enormous silver watch.

" You are slow," said Mr. Fogg.

" Pardon me, Monsieur, but it is impossible."

" You are four minutes too slow. It does not mat-
ter. It suffices to state the difference. Then, from
this moment—twenty-nine minutes after eleven o'clock,
a.m., this Wednesday, October 2, 1872, you are in my
service."

That said, Phileas Fogg rose, took his hat in his left
hand, placed it upon his head with an automatic move-
ment, and disappeared without another word;

Passepartout heard the street door close once; it was
his new master going out; then a second time; it was


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his predecessor, James Forster, departing in his turn.
Passepartout remained alone in the house in Saville
Row.

CHAPTER II.

In which passepartout is convinced that he has

found his ideal.

Upon my word," said Passepartout to himself, first,
" I have known at Madame Tassaud's good people as
lively as my new master!"

If; is proper to say here that Madame Tassaud's
" good people" are wTax figures, much visited in Lon-
don, and who, indeed, are only wanting in speech.

During the ,few minutes that he had interviewed
Phileas Fogg, Passepartout had examined his future
master, rapidly but carefully. He was a man that
might be forty years old, of fine handsome face, of tall
figure, which a slight corpulence did not disparage, his
hair and whiskers light, his forehead compact, without
appearance of wrinkles at the temples, his face rather
pale than flushed, his teeth magnificent. He appeared
to possess in the highest degree what physiognomists
call "repose in action," a quality common to those
who do more work than talking. Calm, phlegmatic,
with a claar eye and immovable eyelid, he was the
finished type of those cool-blooded Englishmen so


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

frequently met in tlie United Kingdom, and whose
somewhat academic posture Angelica Kauffman has
marvellously reproduced under her pencil. Seen in the
various acts of his existence, this gentleman gave the
idea of a well-balanced being in all his parts, evenly
hung, as perfect as a Leroy or Earnshaw chronometer.
Indeed Phileas Fogg was exactness personified, which
was seen clearly from " the expression of his feet and
his hands," for with man, as well as with the animals,
the limbs themselves are organs expressive of the
passions.

Phileas Fogg was one of those mathematically exact
people, who, never hurried and always ready, are eco-
nomical of their steps and their motions. He never
made one stride too many, always going by the shortest
route. He did not give an idle look. He did not
allow himself a superfluous gesture. He had never
been seen moved or troubled. He was a man of the least
possible haste, but he always arrived on time. How-
ever, it will be understood that he lived alone, and, so
to speak, outside of every social relation. He knew
that in life one must take his share of friction, and as
frictions retard, he never rubbed against any one.

As for Jean, called\Passepartout, a true Parisian of
Paris, he had sought vainly for a master to whom he
could attach himself, in the five years that he lived in
England and served as a valet in London, ^j&se-
partout was not one of those Frontins or Mascarilles,


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who, with high shoulders, nose high in air, a look of
assurance, and staring eye, are only impudent dances.
No. Passepartout was a good fellow, of amiable physi-
ognomy, his lips a little prominent, always ready to
taste or caress, a mild and serviceable being, with one
of those good round heads that we like to see on the
shoulders of a friend. His eyes were blue, his com*
plexion rosy, his face fat enough for him to see his
cheek bones, his chest broad, his form full, his muscles
vigorous, and he possessed a herculean strength which
his youthful exercise had splendidly developed. His
brown hair was somewhat tumbled. If the ancient
sculptors knew eighteen ways of arranging Minerva's
hair, Passepartout knew of but one for fixing his own:
three strokes of a large tooth-comb, and it was dressed.

The most meagre stock of prudence would not per-
mit of saying that the expansive character of this
young man would agree with that of Phileas Fogg.
Would Passepartout be in all respects exactly the ser-
vant that this master needed ? That would only be
seen by using him. After having had, as we have seen,
quite a wandering youth, he longed for repose. Hav-
ing heard the exactness and proverbial coolness of the
English gentlemen praised, he came to seek his fortune
In England. But until the present, fate had treated
lim badly. He had not been able to take root any*
^here. He had served in ten different houses. In
*very one the people were capricious and irregular*


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY BAYS. 15

running after adventures or about the country—which
no longer suited Passepartout, His last master, young
Lord Longsferry, member of Parliament, after haying
passed his nights in the Haymarket oyster-rooms, re-
turned home too frequently 011 the shoulders of police- *
men. Passepartout wishing, above all things, to be
able to respect his master, ventured some mild remarks,
which were badly received, and he quit. In the mean-
time, he learned that Phileas Fogg, Esq., was hunting
a servant. He made some inquiry about this gentle-
man. A person whose existence was so regular, who
never slept in a strange bed, who did not travel, who
was never absent, not even for a day, could not but
suit him. He presented himself, and was accepted
under the circumstances that we already know.

At half-past eleven, Passepartout found himself
alone in the Saville Row mansion. He immediately
commenced its inspection, going over it from cellar
to garret. This clean, well-ordered, austere, Puritan
house, well organized for servants, pleased him. It
produced the effect upon him of a fine snail-shell, but
one lighted and heated by gas, for carburetted hydro-
gen answered both purposes here. Passepartout found
without difficulty, in the second story, the room de-
signed for him. It suite^ him. Electric bells and
speaking tubes put it in communication with the lower
6tories. On the mantel an electric clock corresponded
with the one in Phileas Fogg's bed-chamber, both


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beating the same second at the same instant. " Thai
suits me, that suits me!" said Passepartout.

He observed also in his room a notice fastened above
the clock. It was the programme for the daily service.
It comprised—frx>m eight o'clock in the morning, the
regular hour at which Phileas Fogg rose, unil half-past
eleven, the hour at which he left his house to breakfast
at the Reform Club—all the details of the service, tlio
tea and toast at twenty-three minutes after eight, the
shaving water at thirty-seven minutes after nine, the
toilet at twenty minutes before ten, etc. Then from
half-past eleven in the morning until midnight,' the
hour at which the methodical gentleman retired, every-
thing was noted down, foreseen and regulated. Passe-
partout took a pleasure in contemplating this pro-
gramme, and impressing upon his mind its various
directions.

As to the gentleman's wTardrobe, it was in very good
taste, and wonderfully complete. Each pair of panta-
loons, coat or vest, bore a regular number, which was
also entered upon a register, indicating the date at
which, according to the season, these garments were to
be worn in their turn. The same rule applied to his
shoes.

In short, in this house in Saville How—which, in
the time of the illustrious but dissipated Sheridan,
must have been the temple of disorder—its comfort-
able furniture indicated a delightful ease. There was


TOUR OF TUB WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 17

no study, there were no books, which would have been
of no use to Mr. Fogg, since the Reform Club placed
at his disposal two libraries, the one devoted to litera-
ture, the other to law and politics. In his bed-cham-
ber there was a medium-sized safe, whose construction
protected it from fire as well as from burglars. There
were no weapons in the house, neither for the chase,
nor for war. Everything there denoted the most
peaceful habits.

After having minutely examined the dwelling, Pas-
separtout rubbed his hands, his broad face brightened,
and he repeated cheerfully: "This suits me! This
is the place for me! Mr. Fogg and I will understand
each other perfectly. A homebody, and so methodi-
cal! A genuine automaton! Well, I am not sorry to
serve an automaton!"

CHAPTER III.

IK which A conversation takes place which MAT
cost phileas fogg DEAKLY.

Phileas Fogg had left his house in Saville Row at
half-past eleven, and after putting his right foot before
his left foot five hundred and seventy-five times, and
his left foot before his right foot five hundred and


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seventy-six times, lie arrived at the Reform Club, a
spacious and lofty building in Pall Mall, which cost
not less than three millions to build.

Pliileas Fogg repaired immediately to the dining-
room, whose nine windows opened upon a fine garden
with trees already gilded by Autumn. There he took
his seat at his regular table where the plate wTas await-
ing him. His breakfast consisted of a side dish, a
boiled fish with Reading sauce of first quality, a scarlet
slice of roast beef garnished with mushrooms, a rhu-
barb and gooseberry tart, and a bit of Chester cheese,
the whole washed down with a few cups of that ex-
cellent tea, specially gathered for the stores of the
Reform Club.

At forty-seven minutes past noon, this, gentleman
rose and turned his steps towards the large hall, a
sumptuous apartment, adorned with paintings in ele-
gant frames. There a servant handed him the Times
uncut, the tiresome cutting of which he managed with
a steadiness of hand which denoted great practice in
this difficult operation. The reading of this journal
occupied Pliileas Fogg until a quarter before four, and
that of the Standard, which succeeded it, lasted until
dinner. This repast passed off in the same way as the
breakfast, with the addition of " Royal British Sauce."

At twenty minutes before six, the gentleman re-
appeared in the large hall, and was absorbed in the
reading of the Morning Chronicle,


TOUR OF TEE WOULD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 19

Half an hour later, various members of the Reform
Club entered and came near the fireplace, in which a
coal fire was burning. They were the usual partners
of Phileas Fogg; like himself, passionate players of
whist—the engineer, Andrew Stuart; the bankers,
John Sullivan and Samuel Fallentin; the brewer,
Thomas Flanagan; Gauthier Ralph, one of the direct-
ors of the Bank of England—rich and respected per-
sonages, even in this club, counting among its members
the elite of trade and finance.

"Well, Ralph," asked Thomas Flanagan, "how
about that robbery ?"

" Why," replied Andrew Stuart, " the bank will lose
the money,"

" I hope, on the contrary," said Gauthier Ralph,
"that we will put our hands on the robber. Detec-
tives, very skilful fellows, have been sent to America"
and the Continent, to all the principal ports of em-
barkation and debarkation, and it will be difficult for
this fellow to escape."

"But you have the description of the robber?"
asked Andrew Stuart.

"In the first place, he is not a robber," replied
Gauthier Ralph, seriously.

"How, he is not a robber, this fellow who has ab.
stracted fifty-five thousand pounds in bank-notes?"

"No," replied Gauthier Ralph.

"Is he, then, a manufacturer?" said John Sullivan,


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" The Morning Chronicle assures us that he is a
gentleman."

The party that made this reply was no other than
Phileas Fogg, whose head then emerged from the mass
of papers heaped around him. At the same time, he
greeted his colleagues, who returned his salutation.
The matter under discussion, and which the various
journals of the United Kingdom were discussing ar-
dently, had occurred three days before, on the 29th of
September. A package of bank-notes, making the
enormous sum of fifty-five thousand pounds, had been
taken from the counter of the principal cashier of the
Bank of England. The Under-Governor, Gauthier
Ralph, only replied to any one who was astonished
that such a robbery could have been so easily accom-
. plished, that at this very moment the cashier was oc-
cupied with registering a receipt of three shillings six-
pence, and that he could not have his eyes everywhere.

But it is proper to be remarked here—which makes
the robbery less mysterious—that this admirable estab-
lishment, the Bank of England, seems to care very
much for the dignity of the public. There are neither
guards nor gratings; gold, silver and bank-notes being
freely exposed, and, so to speak, at the mercy of the
first comer. They would not suspect the honor of any
one passing by. One of the best observers of English
customs relates the following: He had the curiosity
to examine closely, in one of the rooms of the bank,


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where lie was one day, an ingot of gold, weighing
seven to eight pounds, which was lying exposed on the
cashier's table; he picked up this ingot, examined it,
passed it to his neighbor, and he to another, so that the
ingot, passing from hand to hand, went as far as the
end of a dark entry, and did not return to its place for
half an hour, and the cashier had not once raised his
head.

But on the twenty-ninth of September, matters did
not turn out quite in this way. The package of bank-
notes did not return, and when the magnificent clock,
hung above the "drawing office," announced at five
o'clock the closing of the office, the Bank of England
had only to pass fifty-five thousand pounds to the
account of profit and loss.

The robbery being duly known, agents, detectives,
selected from the most skilful, were sent to the
principal ports—Liverpool, Glasgow, Havre, Suez,
Brindisi, New York, etc., with the promise, in case of
success, of a reward of two thousand pounds and five
per cent of the amount recovered. Whilst waiting
for the information which the investigation, com-
menced immediately, ought to furnish, the detectives
were charged with watching carefully all arriving and
departing travellers.

As the Morning Chronicle said, there was good
reason for supposing that the robber was not a member
of any of the robber bands of England. During this


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day, the twenty-ninth of September, a well-dressed
gentleman, of good manners, of a distinguished air,
had been noticed going in and out of the paying-room,
the scene of the robbery. The investigation allowed
a pretty accurate description of the gentleman to be
made out, which was at once sent to all the detectives
of the United Kingdom and of the Continent. Some
hopeful minds, and Gauthier Ralph was one of the
number, believed that they had good reason to expect
that the robber would not escape.

As may be supposed, this affair was the talk of all
London and throughout England.

It was discussed, and sides were taken vehemently
for or against the probabilities of success of the city
police. It will not be surprising, then, to hear tin
members of the Reform Club treating the same sub>
ject, all the more that one of the Under-Governors of
the Bank was among them.

Honorable Gauthier Ralph was not willing to doubt
the result of the search, considering that the reward
offered ought to sharpen peculiarly the zeal and intel-
ligence of the agents. But his colleague, Andrew Stu-
art, was far from sharing this confidence. The discus-
sion continued then between the gentlemen, who were
seated at a wliist table, Stuart having Flanagan as a
partner, and Fallentin Phileas Fogg. During the play-
ing the parties did not speak, but between the rubber*
the interrupted conversation was fully revived.


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" I maintain," said Andrew Stuart, " that the chances
are in favor of the robber, who must be a skilful fel-
low!1'

"Well," replied Ralph, " there is not a single coun-
try where he can take refuge."

" Pshaw!"

" Where do you suppose he might go ?"

" I don't know about that," replied Andrew Stuart,
" but after all, the world is big enough."

"It was formerly," said Phileas Fogg in a low tone.
Then he added: "It is your turn to cut, sir," present-
ing the cards to Thomas Flanagan.

The discussion was suspended during the rubber.
But Andrew Stuart soon resumed it, saying:—

"IIow, formerly? Has the world grown smaller
perchance ?"

" Without doubt," replied Gauthier Ralph. "I am
of the opinion of Mr. Fogg. The world has grown
smaller, since we can go round it now ten times
quicker than one hundred years ago. And, in the
case with which we are now occupied, this is what will
render the search more rapid."

" And will render more easy, also, the flight of the
robber."

" It js your turn to play, Mr. Stuart," said Phileas
Fogg.

But the incredulous Stuart was not convinced, and
when the hand was finished, he replied: " It must be


24 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY BATS.

confessed, Mr. Ralph, that you have found a funny
way of saying that the world has grown smaller! Be-
cause the tour of it is now made in three months—"
" In eighty days only," said Phileas Fogg.
"Yes, gentlemen," added John Sullivan, "eighty
days, since the section between Rothal and Allahabad,
on the Great Indian Peninsular Railway, has been
opened. Here is the calculation made by the Morn-
ing Chronicle:

From London to Suez via Mont Cenis and Brindisi, by

rail and steamers................................. 7 days.

From Suez to Bombay, steamer........................13 days.

From Bombay to Calcutta, rail........................ 3 days.

From Calcutta to Hong Kong (China), steamer.........13 days.

From Hong Kong to Yokohama, Japan, steamer........6 days.

From Yokohama to San Francisco, steamer.............22 days.

From San Francisco to New York, rail................. 7 days.

From New York to London, steamer and rail...........9 days.

80 days.

" Yes, eighty days!" exclaimed Andrew Stuart, who,
by inattention, made a wrong deal, " but not including
bad weather, contrary winds, shipwrecks, running off
the track, etc."

"Everything included," replied Phileas Fogg, con-
tinuing to play, for this time the discussion no longer
respected the game.

"Even if the Hindoos or the Indians tear up the
rails !" exclaimed Andrew Stuart, "if they stop the
trains, plunder the cars, and scalp the passengers!"


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"All included," replied Pliileas Fogg, who, throw-
ing down his cards, added " two trumps."

Andrew Stuart, whose turn it was to deal, gathered
up the cards, saying:

" Theoretically, you are right, Mr. Fogg, but prac-
tically—"

" Practically also, Mr. Stuart."

" I would like very much to see you do it."

" It depends only upon you. Let us start together."

" Heaven preserve me!" exclaimed Stuart, " but I
would willingly wager four thousand pounds that such
a journey, made under these conditions, is impossible."

" On the contrary, quite possible," replied Mr. Fogg.

"Well, make it, then !"

" The tour of the world in eighty days ?"

"Yes!"

" I am willing."

" When ?"

" At once. Only I warn you that I shall do it at
your expense."

" It is folly!" cried Stuart, who was beginning to be
vexed at the persistence of his partner. " Stop! let us
play rather."

"Deal again, then," replied Pliileas Fogg, "for there
is a false deal."

Andrew Stuart took up the cards again witli a fe-
verish hand; then suddenly, placing them upon the
table, he said:


26 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

"Well, Mr. Fogg, yes, and I bet four thousand
pounds!"

" My dear Stuart," said Fallentin, " compose your-
self. It is not serious."

" When I say i I bet,5" replied Andrew Stuart, " it
is always serious."

" So be it," said Mr. Fogg, and tlien, turning to his
companions, continued: "I have twenty thousand
pounds deposited at Baring Brothers. I will will-
ingly risk them—"

" Twenty thousand pounds!" cried John Sullivan.
" Twenty thousand pounds, which an unforeseen delay
may make you lose."

"The unforeseen does not exist," replied Phileas
Fogg, quietly.

"But, Mr. Fogg, this period of eighty days is calcu-
lated only as a minimum of time?"

"A minimum well employed suffices for every~
thing."

"But in order not to exceed it, you must jump
mathematically from the trains into the steamers, and
from the steamers upon the trains 1"

"I will jump mathematically."

" That is a joke."

"A good Englishman never jokes when so serious a
matter as a wager is in question," replied Phileas Fogg.
"I bet twenty thousand pounds against who will that
I will make the tour of the world in eighty days or


TOtTR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS\ 27

less—that is, nineteen hundred and twenty hours, or
one hundred and fifteen thousand two hundred inin*
utes. Do you accept ?"

"We accept," replied Messrs. Stuart,Fallentin, Sul
livan, Flanagan and Ralph, after having consulted.

"Very-well," said Mr. Fogg. "The Dover train
starts at eight forty-five. I shall take it."

" This very evening ?" asked Stuart.

" This very evening," replied Phileas Fogg. Then
lie added, consulting aNpocket almanac, "Since to-day
is Wednesday, the second of October, I ought to be
back in London, in this very saloon of the Reform
Club, on Saturday, the twenty-first of December, at
eight forty-five in the evening, in default of which the
twenty thousand pounds at present deposited to my
credit with Baring Brothers will belong to you, gen-
tlemen, in fact and by right. Here is a check of like
amount."

A memorandum of the wager wa» made and signed
on the spot by the six parties in interest. Phileas Fogg
} ad remained cool. He had certainly not bet to win,
arid had risked only these twenty thousand pounds—
the half of his fortune—because he foresaw that he
might have to expend the other half to carry out this
difficult, not to say impracticable, project. As for his
opponents, they seemed affected, not on account of the
stake, but because they had a sort of scruple against a
contest under these conditions.


28 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

Seven o'clock then struck. They offered to Mr.
Fogg to stop playing, so that he could make his prep-
arations for departure.

" I am always ready," replied this tranquil gentle-
man, and dealing the cards he said : " Diamonds are
trumps. It is your turn to play, Mr. Stuart."

CHAPTER IV.

IN which phileas fogg surprises passepartout, his
servant, beyond measure.

At twenty-five minutes after seven, Phileas Fogg
having gained twenty guineas at whist, took leave of
his honorable colleagues, and left the Reform Club.
At ten minutes of eight he opened the door of his
house and entered.

Passepartout, who had conscientiously studied his
programme, was quite surprised at seeing Mr. Fogg
guilty of the inexactness of appearing at this unusual
hour. According to the notice, the occupant of Sa-
ville Row ought not to return before midnight, pre-
cisely.

Phileas Fogg first went to his bedroom. Then he
called " Passepartout!"

Passepartout could not reply, for this call c6uld not
be addressed to him, as it was not the hour.


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 29

" Passepartout," Mr. Fogg called again without rais-
fng his voice much.

Passepartout presented himself.

" It is the second time that I have called you/' said
Mr. Fogg.

"But it is not midnight," replied Passepartout,
with his watch in his hand.

"I know it," continued Phileas Fogg, "and I do
not find fault with you. We leave in ten minutes for
Dover and Calais."

A sort of faint grimace appeared on the round face
of the Frenchman. It was evident that he had not
fully understood.

" Monsieur is going to leave home ?" he asked.

"Yes," replied Phileas Fogg. "We are going to
make the tour of the world."

Passepartout, with his eyes wide open, his eyebrows
raised, his arms extended, and his body collapsed, pre-
sented all the symptoms of an astonishment amounting
to stupor.

" The tour of the world!" he murmured.

" In eighty days," replied Mr. Fogg. " So we have
not a moment to lose."

" But the trunks ?" said Passepartout, who was un-
consciously swinging his head from right to left.

"No trunks necessary. Only a carpet-bag. In it
two woollen shirts and three pairs of stockings. The
same for you. We will purchase on the way. You


so TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

may bring down my mackintosh and travelling cloak,
also stout shoes, although we will walk but little or not
at all. Go."

Passepartout would have liked to make reply. He
could not. He left Mr. Fogg's room, went up to his
own, fell back into a chair, and making use of a com-
mon phrase in his country, he said : " Well, well, that's
pretty tough. I who wanted to remain quiet!"

And mechanically he made his preparations for de-
parture. The tour of the world in eighty days! Was
he doing business with a madman ? No. It was a
joke perhaps. They were going to Dover. Good.
To Calais. Let it be so. After all, it could not cross
the grain of the good fellow very much, who had not
trod the soil of his native country for five years. Per-
haps they would go as far as Paris, and, indeed, it
would give him pleasure to see the great capital again.
But, surely, a gentleman so careful of his steps would
stop there. Yes, doubtless; but it was not less true
that he was starting out, that he was leaving home,
this gentleman who, until this time, had been such a
homebody!

By eight o'clock, Passepartout had put in order the
modest bag which contained his wardrobe and that of
liis master; then, his mind still disturbed, he left his
room, the door of which he closed carefully, and he
rejoined Mr. Fogg.

Mr. Fogg was ready. He carried under his arm


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHT J DAYS 3]

Bradshaitfs Continental Railway Steam Transit and
General Guide, which was to furnish him all the docl
essarj directions for his journey. He took the bag
froin Passepartout's hands, opened it, and slipped into
it a heavy package of those fine bank-notes which ui 0
current in all countries.

"You have forgotten nothing?" he asked.

"Nothing, Monsieur."

" My mackintosh and cloak ?"

" Here they are."

"Good; take this bag," and Mr. Fogg handed it to
Passepartout. " And take good care of it," he added,
" there are twenty thousand pounds in it."

The bag nearly slipped out of Passepartout's hands,
as if the twenty thousand pounds had been in gold,
and weighed very heavy.

The master and servant then descended, and the
street door was double locked. At the end of Saville
Row there was a carriage stand. Phileas Fogg and
his servant got into a cab, which was rapidly driven
towards Charing Cross station, at which one of tho
branches of the Southeastern Railway touches.. At
twenty minutes after eight, the cab stopped before the
gate of the station. Passepartout jumped out. His
master followed him, and paid the driver. At this
moment a poor beggar woman, holding a child in her
arms, her bare feet all muddy, her head covered with
a wretched bonnet, from which hung a tatt&mi


32 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

feather, and a ragged shawl over her other torn gar-
ments, approached Mr. Fogg, and asked him for help.

Mr. Fogg drew from his pocket the twenty guineas
which he had just won at whist, and giving them to
the woman, said," Here, my good woman, I'm glad to
have met you." Then lie passed on.

Passepartout had something like a sensation of moist-
ure about his eyes. His master had made an impres-
sion upon his heart.

Mr. Fogg and he went immediately into the large
sitting-room of the station. There Pliileas Fogg gave
Passepartout the order to get two first-class tickets for
Paris. Then returning, he noticed his five colleagues
of the Reform Club.

"Gentlemen, I am going," he said, "and the vari-
ous vises put upon a passport which I take fo* that
purpose will enable you, on my return, to verify my
journey."

"Oh, Mr. Fogg," replied Gauthier Ralph, "that is
useless. We will depend upon your honor as a gentle-
man."

" It is better so," said Mr. Fogg.

"You do not forget that you ought to be back—99
remarked Andrew Stuart.

"In eighty days," replied Mr. Fogg. "Saturday,
December 21, 1872, at quarter before nine p.m. Au
revoir, gentlemen."

At forty minutes after eight, Pliileas Fogg and his


TOm OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYK 83

servant took their seats in the same oompartmsnk At

eight forty-five tlie whistle Bounded, and th# train
started.

j The night was dark. A fine rain was falling
Phileas Fogg, leaning back in hie corner, did not
speak. Passepartout, still stupefied, mechanically
hugged up the bag with the bank-notes.

' But the train had not passed Sydenham, when
Passepartout uttered a real cry of deepairl
f "What is the matter?" asked Mr. Fogg.
I "Why—in—in my haste—my disturbed state of
mind, I forgot—n
" Forgot what ?"

% " To turn off the gas in my room."

"Very well, young man," replied Mr. Fogg, coolly,
u it will burn at your expense*"

CHAPTEB V.

IN which A new security APPEAKS 02F TUB LONDON
exchange.

Phileas Fogg, in leaving London, doubtless did not
suspect the great excitement which his departure was
going to create. The news of the wager spread first
in the lieform Club, and produced quite a stir among
the members of the honorable circle. Then from the


84 TOUR OF THE WORLD IIf EIGHTY DATS.

club it went into the papers, through the medium of
the reporters, and from the papers to the public of
London and the entire United Kingdom. The ques-
tion of " the tour of the world " was commented upon,
discussed, dissected, with as much passion and warmth
as if it were a new Alabama affair. Some took sides
with Phileas Fogg, others—and they soon formed a
considerable majority—declared against him. To ac-
complish this tour of the world otherwise than in the*
ory and upon paper, in this minimum of time, with
the means of communication employed at present, it
was not only impossible, it was visionary. The Times,
the Standard, the Evening $t<w, the Morning Chron-
icle, and twenty other papers of large circulation, de-
clared against Mr. Fogg. The Daily Telegra2)h alone
sustained him to a certain extent. Phileas Fogg was
generally treated as a maniac, as a fool, and his col-
leagues were blamed for having taken up this wager,
which impeached the soundness of the mental faculties
of its originator. Extremely passionate, but very logi-
cal, articles appeared upon the subject. The interest
felt in England for everything concerning geography
is well known. So there was not a reader, to whatever
class he belonged, who did not devour the columns
devoted to Phileas Fogg.

During the first few days, a fe^ bold spirits, princi-
pally ladies, were in favor of him, especially after the
Illustrated London News had published his picture.


TQim OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. gg

copied from his photograph deposited in the archives
of the Keform Club. Certain gentlemen dared to say,
"Humph! why not, after all? More extraordinary
things have been seen!" These were particularly the
readers of the Daily Telegraph. But it was soon felt
that this journal commenced to be weaker in its support
In fact, a long article appeared on the seventh of
October, in the Bulletin of the Boyal Geographical
Society. It treated the question from all points of
view, and demonstrated clearly the folly of the enter-
prise. Aocording to this article, everything was against
the traveller, the obstacles of man and the obstacles of
nature. To succeed in this project, ft was necessary
to admit a miraculous agreement of the hours of arri-
val and departure, an agreement which did not exist*
and which could not exist. The arrival of trains at a
fixed hour could be counted upon strictly, and in Eu-
rope, where relatively short distances are in question;
but when three days are employed to cross India, and
seven days to cross the United States, could the ele-
ments of such a problem be established to a nicety?
The accidents to machinery, running of trains off the
track, collisions, bad weather, and the accumulations
of snows, were they not all against Phileas Fogg?
Would he not find himself in winter on the steamers
at the mercy of the winds or of the fogs? Is it then
go rare that the best steamers of the ocean lines expe-
rience delays of two or three,days? But one delay waft


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. g?

Only one adherent remained steadfast to him. It
was the old paralytic, Lord Albemarle. This honor-
able gentleman, confined to his arm-chair, would have
given his fortune to be able to make the tour of the
world, even in ten years. He bet five thousand pounds
in favor of Phileas Fogg, and even when the folly as
well as the uselessness of the project was demonstrated
to him, he contented himself with replying: " If the
tiling is feasible, it is well that an Englishman should
be the first to do it."

The adherents of Phileas Fogg becamo fewer and
fewer; everybody, and not without reason, was put-
ting himself against him; bets were taken at one hun-
dred and fifty and two hundred against one, when,
seven days after his departure, an entirely unexpected
incident caused them not to be taken at all.

At nine o'clock in the evening of this day, the Com-
missioner of the Metropolitan Police received a tele-
graphic dispatch in the following words:

" Suez to London.

"Cowan, Commissioner of Police, Central Office, Scotland
Square: I have the bank robber, Phileas Fogg. Send without
delay warrant of arrest to Bombay, British India.

44Fix, Detective"

The effect of this dispatch was immediate. The
honorable gentleman disappeared to make room for
the bank-note robber. His photograph, deposited at
the? Beform Okib with those of hitfeoUfiagpefib was ©x*


38 TOUR OF THE WORLD IX EIGHTY DAYS.

aniinecl. It reproduced, feature by feature, the man
whose description had been furnished by the commis-
sion of inquiry. They recalled how mysterious Phileas
Fogg's life had been, his isolation, his sudden depart-
ure; and it appeared evident that this person, under
the pretext of a journey round the world, and support-
ing it by a senseless bet, had had no other aim than to
mislead the agents of the English police.

CHAPTER VI.

in which the agent fix shows a very proper impa-
tience.

These are the circumstances under which the dis-
patch concerning Mr. Phileas Fogg had been sent:

On Wednesday, the ninth of October, there was
expected at Suez, at eleven o'clock a.m., the iron
steamer Mongolia, of the Peninsular and Oriental
Company, sharp built, with a spar deck, of two thou-
sand eight hundred tons burden, and nominally of live
hundred horse power. The Mongolia made regular
trips from Brindisi to Bombay by the Suez Canal.
It was one of the fastest sailers of the line, and had
always exceeded the regular rate of speed, that is, ton
miles an hour between Brindisi and Suez, and qjpe


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 89

and fifty-three hundredths miles between Suez and
Bombay.

Whilst waiting for the arrival of the Mongolia, two
men were walking up and down the wharf, in the
midst of the crowd of natives and foreigners who come
together in this town, no longer a small one, to which
the great work of M. Lesseps assures a great future.

One of these men was the Consular agent of the
United Kingdom, settled at Suez, who, in spite of the
doleful prognostications of the British Government,
and the sinister predictions of Stephenson, the en-
gineer, saw English ships passing through this canal
every day, thus cutting off one half the old route from
England to the East Indies around the Cape of Good
Hope.

The other was a small, spare man, of a quiet, intelli-
gent, nervous face, who was contracting his eyebrows
with remarkable persistence. Under his long eye-
lashes there shone very bright eyes, but whose bril-
liancy he could suppress at will. At this moment he
showed some signs of impatience, going, coming, unable
to remain in one spot.

The name of this man was Fix, and he was one of
the detectives, or agents of the English police, that
had been sent to the various seaports after the. rob-
bery committed upon the Bank of England. This
Fix was to watch, with the greatest care, all travellers
taking the Suez route, and if one of them seemed


40 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAY& ^

pidous to him, to follow him up whilst waiting for a
warrant of arrest Just two days before Fix Ind
received from the Commissioner of the Metropolitan
Police the description of the supposed robber. It was
that of the distinguished and well-dressed gentleman
who had been noticed in the paying-room of the bank.
The detective, evidently much excited by the large
reward promised in case of success, was waiting then,
t with an impatience easy to understand, the arrival of
the Mongolia.

" And you say, Consul," he asked for the tenth
' time, " this vessel cannot be behind time f5

u No, Mr. Fix," replied the Consul. H She was
signalled yesterday off Port Said, and the one hundred
and sixty kilometres of the canal are of no moment
for such a sailer. I repeat to you that the Mongolia
has always obtained the reward of twenty-five pounds
given by the Government for every gain of twenty-
four hours over the regulation time."

" This steamer comes directly from Brindisi ?"
asked Fix.

" Directly from Brindisi, where it took on the
India mail; from Brindisi, which it left on Saturd^"
at five o'clock p.m. So have patience; it cannot be
behindhand in arriving. But really I do not see how,
with the description you have received, you could
recognize your man, if he is on board tlie Mongolia."
" Consul," replied Fix, " we feel these people rather


TOUR OF THE WOULD JJY EIGHTY DATS. 41

than know them. You must have a scent for them,
and the scent is like a special sense, in which are
united hearing, sight and smell. I have in my life
arrested more than one of these gentlemen, and, pro-
vided that my robber is on board, I will venture that
he will not slip from my hands."

" I hope so, Mr. Fix, for it is a very heavy robbery.^
" A magnificent robbery," replied the enthusiastic
detective. "Fifty-five thousand pounds! "We don't
often have euch windfalls! The robbers are becoming
mean fellows. Tl*e race of Jack Sheppard is dying
out 1 They are hung now for a few shillings!"

"Mr. Fix," replied the Consul, "you speak in such
a way that I earnestly wish you to succeed ; but I re-
peat to you that, from the circumstances in which you
find yourself, I fear that it will bo difficult Do you
not know that, according to the description you have
received, this robber resembles an honest man ex.
actly f

* Consul," replied the d#t*ctive dogmatically,
" great robbers always resemble honest people. You
understand that those who have rogues' faces have but
one course to take to remain honest, otherwise they
would be arrested. Honest physiognomies are the
very ones that must be unmasked. It is a difficult
task, I admit; and it ia not a trade so much as an art*"
It is mm thai: th$ aforesaid Tu wad eo& waaty^g in
a certain amount of self^-confceit.


42 TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

In the meantime* tlio wharf was becoming lively
littlo by little. Sailors of various nationalities, mer-
chants, ship-brokers, porters and fellahs, were coming
together in large numbers. The arrival of the steamer
was evidently near. The weather was quite fine, but
the atmosphere was cold from the east wind. A few
minarets towered above the town in the pale rays of
the sun. Towards the south, a jetty of about two
thousand yards long extended like an arm into the
Suez roadstead. Several fishing and coasting vessels
were tossing upon the surface of the Red Sea, some of
which preserved in their style the elegant shape of the
ancient galley.

Moving among this crowd, Fix, from the habit of
his profession, was carefully examining the passers-by
with a rapid glance.

It was then half-past ten.

"But this steamer will never arrive!" he exclaimed
on hearing the port clock strike.

" She cannot be far o£E," replied the Consul.

" IIow long will she stop at Suez ?" asked Fix.

" Four hours. Time enough to take in coal. From
Suez to Aden, at the other end of the Red Sea, is
reckoned thirteen hundred and ten miles, and it is
necessary to lay in fuel."

" And from Suez this vessel goes directly to Bom'
bay?"

" Directly, without breaking bulk."


TOUR OF TUB WOULD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 43

"Well, then," said Fix, "if the robber has'.taken
this route and this vessel, it must be in his plan to dis-
embark at Suez, in order to reach by another route the
Dutch or French possessions of Asia. He must know
very well that he would not be safe in India? which is
an English country."

" Unless he is a very shrewd man," replied the Con-
sul. " You know that an English criminal is always
better concealed in London than he would be abroad."

After this idea, which gave the detective much food
for reflection, the Consul returned to his office, situated
*it a short distance. The detective remained alone,
affected by a certain nervous impatience, having the
rather singular presentiment that his robber wTae to be
found aboard the Mongolia—and truly, if this rascal
had left England with the intention of reaching the
New World, the East India route, being watched less^
or more difficult to watch than that of the Atlantic,
ought to have had his preference.

Fix was not long left to his reflections. Sharp
whistles announced the arrival of the steamer. The
entire horde of porters and fellahs rushed towards
the wharf in a bustle, somewhat inconveniencing
the limbs and the clothing of the passengers. A
dozen boats put off from the shore to meet the Mon-
golia. Soon was seen the enormous hull of the Mon-
golia passing between the shores of the canal, and
eleven o'clock was striking when the steamer came to


44 TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

anchor in the roadstead, while the escaping of the
steam made a great noise. There was quite a number
of passengers aboard. Some remained on the spar-
deck, contemplating the picturesque panorama of the
town; bnt the most of them came ashore in the boats
which had gone to hail the Mongolia.

Fix was examining carefully all those that landed,
when ono of them approached him, after having
vigorously pushed back the fellahs who overwhelmed
him with their offers of service, and asked him very
politely if he could show him the office of the English
consular agent. And at the same time this passenger
presented a passport upon which he doubtless desired
to have the British vise. Fix instinctively took the
passport, and at a glance read the description in it.
An involuntary movement almost escaped him. The
sheet trembled in his hand. The description contained
in the passport was identical with that which he had
received from the Commissioner of the Metropolitan
Police*

"This passport is not yours?" he said to the pas<
senger.	|

" No," replied the latter," it is my master's passpo^.*

"And your master?"

" Remained on board."

" But," continued the detective, " he must present
himself in person at the Consul's offioe to establish hi#
identity."


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIB3TY DAYS. « 45

N

" What, is that necessary V

"Indispensable."

" And where is the office ?"

" There at the corner of the square," replied the de-
tective, pointing out a house two hundred paces off.

il Then I must go for my master, who will not be
pleased to have his plans deranged I"

Thereupon, the passenger bowed to Fix and returned
aboard the steamer.

CHAPTER TIL

which shows onoe more the ttselessetess of pass-
ports ik police matters.

f The detective left the warf and turned quickly to-
wards the Consul's office. Immediately upon his press-
ing demand he was ushered into the presence of that
official.

" Consul," he said, without any other preamble, " I
have strong reasons for believing that our man has
taken passage aboard the Mongolia." And Fix related
what had passed between the servant and himself with
reference to the passport.

"Well, Mr. Fix," replied-the Consul, "I would aot
be sorry to see the face of this rogue. But perhap® ho
will not present himself at my office if he is what yon


48 TOUR OF THE WORLD Jif EIQIITY DATS.

th© master. Moreover he is a Frenchman, who cannot
keep from talking. I will see you soon again, Consul."

The detective then went out, intent upon the search
for Passepartout.

In the meantime Mr. Fogg, after leaving the Con-
sul's house, had gone towards the wharf. There he gav&
some orders to his servant; then he got into a beat,
returned on board the Mongolia, and went into his
cabin. He then took out his memorandum boot, in
which were the following notes:

u Left London, Wednesday, October 2, 8:45 p.m.

"Arrived at Paris, Thursday, October 3, 7:20 a.m.

u I^ft Paris, Thursday, 8:40 a.m.

u Arrived at Turin, via Mont Cenis, Friday, October

6:35 a.m,

*	Left Turin, Friday, 7:20 a.m.

*	Arrived at Brindisi, Saturday, October 5, 4 p.m.

*	Set sail on the Mongolia, Saturday, 5 p.m.

*	Arrived at Suez, Wednesday, October 9, 11 a.m.

••Total of hours consumed, 158£; or in days, 6£

days,"

Mr. Fogg wrote down these dates in a guide-book
arranged by columns, which indicated—from the 2d
of Oetober to the 21st of December—the month, the
day of the month, the day of the week, the stipulated
md actual arrivals at each principal point, Paris, Brin-
iiai, 6UQ0, Bombay, Calcutta, Singapore, HongJ£ong,
Yokohama, Saa Fraucisco, New York, Liverpool, Lon-


TOUR OF TUB WOULD IN MIGHTY DATS. 49

don, and which allowed him to figure the gain made
or the loss experienced at each place 011 the route. In
this methodical book he thus kept an account of every-
thing, and Mr. Fogg knew always whether he was
ahead of time or behind.

He noted down then this day, Wednesday, October
9, his arrival at Suess, which agreeing with the stipu-
lated arrival, neither made a gain nor a loss. Then he
had his breakfast served up in his cabin. As to seeing
the town, he did not even think of it, being of that
race of Englishmen wfco have their servants visit the
countries they pass through.

CHAPTER VIII.

m WHICH PASSEPARTOUT PERHAPS TALKS A LITTLE
MORE THAN IS PROPER.

Fix had in a few moments rejoined Passepartout on
the wharf, who wa* loitering and looking about, not
believing that he was obliged not to see any thing.

"Well, my friend," said Fix, corning up to him,
" is your passport vis&d f"

" Ah! it is you, Monsieur," replied the Frenchman.
" Much obliged. It is all in order."

"And you are looking at the country V9
* Yes, but we go so quickly that it seems to me


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as if I am travelling in a dream. And so we are in
Buez?"

" Yes, in Suez."

"In Egypt?"

* You are quite right, in Egypt."

" And in Africa ?"

" Yes, in Africa."

"In Africa?" repeated Passepartout. "I cannot
l«lieve it. Just fancy, sir, that I imagined we would
n3t go further than Paris, and I saw this famous
capital again between twenty minutes after seven and
twenty minutes of nine in the morning, between the
northern station and the Lyons station, through the
windows of a cab in a driving rain! I regret it! I
would have so much liked to see again Pere La
Chaise and the Circus of the Champs-Elysees!"

" You are then in a great hurry ?" asked the detective.

" No, I am not, but my master is. By the by, I
must buy some shirts and shoes! We came away
without trunks, with a carpet-bag only."

" I am going to take you to a shop where you will
find everything you want."

"Monsieur," replied Passepartout, "you are really
very kind."

And both started off. Passepartout talked inces-
santly.

"Above all," he said, "I must take care not to misa
the steamer 1"


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"You have the time," replied Fix; "it is only

DOOIl !"

Passepartout pulled out his large watch.

"Noon. Pshaw! It is eight minutes of ten!"

* " Your watch is slow !" replied Fix.

" My watch! A family watch that has come down
from my great-grandfather! It don't vary five
minutes in the year. It is a genuine chronometer."

" I see what is the matter," replied Fix. " You
have kept London time, which is about two hours
slower than Suez. You must be careful to set your
watch at noon in each country."

"What! I touch my watch!" cried Passepartout.
" Never."

" Well, then, it will not agree with the sun."

" So much the worse for the sun, monsieur"! The
sun will be wrong, then !"

And the good fellow put his watch back in his fob
with a magnificent gesture.

A few moments after Fix said to him: "You left
London very hurriedly, then ?"

"I should think so! Last Wednesday, at eight
o'clock in the evening, contrary to all his habits,
Monsieur Fogg returped from his club, and in threa
quarters of an hour afterward we were off."

"But where is your master going, then ?"

"Right straight ahead! He is making the tour of
the world!"


52 tour of the world m eighty jdats.

" The tour of the world!" cried Fix.

"Yes,in eighty days! On a wager, he says; but,
between ourselves, I do not believe it. There is no
common sense in it. There must be something else."

" This Mr. Fogg is an original genius Vf

" I should think so."

" Is he rich ?"

" Evidently, and he carries such a fine sum with
him in fresh new bank-notes 1 And he doesn't spare
his money on the route ! Oh! but he has promised
a splendid reward to the engineer of the Mongolia, if
we arrive at Bombay considerably in advance!"

" And you have known him for a long time, this
master of yours 1"

"I," replied Passepartout, "I entered his service
the very day of our departure."

The effect which these answers naturally produced
upon the mind of the detective, already strained with
excitement, may easily be imagined.

This hurried departure from London so short a
time after the robbery, this large sum carried away,
this haste to arrive in distant countries, this pretext
of an eccentric wager, all oould have no other effect
than to confirm Fix in his* ideas. He kept the
Frenchman talking, and learned to a certainty that
this fellow did not know his master at all, that he
lived isolated in London, that he was called rich with-
out the source of his fortune being known, that he


TOUR OF THE WORLD IK EIGHTY DATS. 53

was a mysterious man, etc. But at the same time Fix
was certain that Pliileas Fogg would not get off at
Suez, but that he was really going to Bombay.

" Is Bombay far from here ?" asked Passepartout.

" Pretty far," replied the detective. " It will take
you ten days more by sea."

4< And where do you locate Bombay 1"

" In India."

" In Asia!"	^

" Of course."

"The deuce! What I was going to tell you—
there is one thing that bothers me—it is my burner."

" What burner ?"

" My gas-burner, which I forgot to turn off, and
Which is burning at my expense. Now, I have calcu-
lated that it will cost me two shillings each twenty-
four hours, exactly sixpence more than I earn, and
you understand that, however little our journey may
be prolonged—"

Did Fix understand the matter of the gas ? It is
improbable* He did not listen any longer, and was
coming to a determination. The Frenchman and he
had arrived at the shop. Fix left hii companion
there making his purchases, recommending him not
to miss the departure of the Mongolia, and he re-
turned in great haste to the Consul's office. Fix had
regained his ooolnees completely, now that he was
fully convinced.


54 TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

" Monsieur," said he to the Consul, " I have my
man. He is passing himself off as an oddity, who
wishes to make the tour of the world in eighty days.'

" Then he is a rogue," replied the Consul, "and he
counts on returning to London after having deceived
all the police of the two continents."

"We will see," replied Fix.

"But are you not mistaken?" asked the Consul once
more.

" I am not mistaken."

"Why, then, has this robber insisted upon having
his stopping at Suez confirmed by a vise ?"

" Why % I do not know, Consul," replied the de
tective; "but listen to me." And in a few words
he related the salient points of his conversation with
the servant of the said Fogg.

"Indeed," said the Consul, "all the presumptions
are against this man. And what are you going to
do V9

" Send a dispatch to London with the urgent
request to send to me at once at Bombay a warrant of
arrest, set sail upon the Mongolia, follow my robber
to the Indies, and there, on English soil, accost him
politely, with the warrant in one hand, and the other
hand upon his shoulder."

Having coolly uttered these words* the detective
took leave of the Consul, and repaired to the tele-
graph office. Thence he dispatched to the Coaamia


TOUR OF THE WOULD JX &1GIITY DATS\ 55

B'iorior of the Metropolitan Police, as we iia^e already
Been. A quarter of an hour later Fix, with his light
baggage in his hand, and besides well supplied with
money, went on board the Mongolia, and soon the
swift steamer was threading its way under full head
of steam on the waters of the Red Sea.

CHAPTER IX.

IN WHICH THE RED SEA AND THE INDIAN OCEAN SHOW
themselves PROPITIOUS TO PHILEAS FOGO's DESIGNS.

The distance between Suez and Aden is exactly
thirteen hundred and ten miles, and the time-table of
the company allows its steamers a period of one hun-
dred and thirty-eight hours to make the distance.
The Mongolia, whose fires were well kept up, moved
along rapidly enough to anticipate her stipulated ar-
rival. Nearly all the passengers who came aboard at
Brindisi had India for their destination. Some were
going to Bombay, others to Calcutta, but via Bombay,
for since a railway crosses the entire breadth of the
Indian peninsula, it is no longer necessary to double
the island at Ceylon.

Among these passengers of the Mongolia there were
several officials of the civil service and army officers
of every grade. Of the latter, some belonged to the


TOVB OF THE WOULD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 57

kmg and sharp-built, and struck amidships, rolled fear-
fully. The ladies then disappeared; the piano* were
silent; songs and dances ceased at once. And yet, not-
withstanding the squall and the agitated waters, the
steamer, driven by its powerful engines, pursued its
course without delay to the straits of Bab-el-Mandeb.

What was Phileas Fogg doing all this time? It
might be supposed that, always uneasy and anxious,
his mind would be occupied with the changes of the
wind interfering with the progress of the Teasel, the
irregular movements of the squall threatening an acci-
dent to the engine, and in short all the possible inju*
ries, which, compelling the Mongolia to put into some
port, would have interrupted his journey.

By no moans, or, at least, if this gentleman -thought
of these probabilities, he did not let it appear as if he
did. He was the same impassable man, the imper-
turbable member of the Reform Glub, whom no inci-
dent or accident could surprise. He did not appear
more affected than the ship's chronometers. He was
seldom seen upon the deck. He troubled himself very
little about looking at this Red Sea, so fruitful in rec-
ollections, the spot where the first historic scenes of
mankind were enacted. He did not recognize the curi-
ous towns scattered upon its shores, and whose pictur-
esque outlines stood out sometimes against the horizon.
He did not even dream of the daggers of the Gulf of
Arabia, of which the ancient historians, Strabo, Arrius,


58 TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIQIJTY DATS,

Artemidorus, and others, always spoke with dread,
and upon which the navigators never ventured in
former times without having consecrated their voyage
by propitiatory sacrifices.

What was this queer fellow, imprisoned upon the
Mongolia, doing? At first he took his four meals
a day, the rolling and pitching of the ship not putting
out of order his mechanism, so wonderfully organized.
Then he played at whist For he found companions
as devoted to it as himself: a collector of taxes, wh<?
was going to his post at Goa; a minister, the Her,
Becimus Smith, returning to Bombay; and a briga-
dier-general of the English army, who was re-joining
his corps at Benares. These three passengers had the
same passion for whist, as Mr. Fogg, and they played
for entire hours, not less quietly than he.

As for Passepartout, sea-sickness had taken no hold
on him. He occupied a forward cabin, and ate con-
scientiously. It must bo said that the voyage made
under these circumstances was decidedly not unpleas-
ant to him. He rather liked his share of it. Well
fed and well lodged, he was seeing the country, and
besides, he asserted to himself that all this whim
would end at Bombay. The next day after leaving
Suez it was not without a certain pleasure that he met
on deck the obliging person whom he had addressed
on landing in Egypt.

"I am not mistaken," he said, on approaching him


$0 TOUR OF THE WOULD IN EIGHTY DATS,

"And Mr. Fogg is well f' asked Fix, in the most
natural tone.

" Yery well, Monsieur Fix, and I am too. I eat like
an ogre that has been fasting. It is the sea air."

" I never see your master on deck."

" Never. He is not inquisitiva"

"Do you know, Mr. Passepartout, that this pre-
tended tour in eighty days might very well be the
cover for some secret mission—a diplomatic mission,
for example!"

u Upon my word, Monsieur Fix, I don't know any-
thing about it, I confess, a#d really I wouldn't give a
half crown to know."

After this meeting, Passepartout and Fix frequently
talked together. The detective thought he ought to
have close relations with the servant of this gentleman
Fogg. There might be an occasion when he could
serve him. He frequently offered him, in the bar-
room of the Mongolia, a few glasses of whiskey or pale
al#> which the good fellow accepted without reluctance,
and returned even so as not to be behind him—finding
this Fix to be a very honest gentleman.

In the meantime the steamer was rapidly getting on.
On the 13th they sighted Mocha, which appeared in
its enclosure of ruined walls, above which were hang-
ing green date trees. At a distance, in the mountains,
there were seen immense fields of coffee trees. Passe-
partout was delighted to babold this celebrated place,


TOUR OF THE WOULD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 61

aftd lie found, with its circular walls and a dismantled
fort in the shape of a handle, it looked like an enor-
mous cup and saucer.

During the following night the Mongolia passed
through the Straits of Bab-el-Mandeb, the Arabic
name of which signifies " The Gate of Tears," and
the next day, the 14th, she put in at Steamer Point, to
the northwest of Aden harbor. There she was to lay
in eoal again. This obtaining fuel for steamers at such
distances from the centres of production is a very seri-
ous matter. It amounts to an annual expense for
the Peninsular Company of eight hundred thousand
poundsL It has been necessary, indeed, to establish de-
pots in several ports, and in these distant seas coal
reaches as high as from three to four pounds per ton.

The Mongolia had still sixteen hundred and fifty
miles to make before reaching Bombay, and she had to
remain four hours at Steamer Point, to lay in her coal.
But this delay oould not in any way be prejudicial to
Phileos Fogg's programme. It was foreseen. Besides,
the Mongolia, instead of no* arriving at Aden until the
morning of the 15th, put in there the evening of the
14th, a gain of fifteen hours.

Mr. Fogg and his servant landed. The gentleman
wished to have his passport vised. Fix followed him
without being noticed. The formality of the vim
through with, Phileaa Fogg returned on board to re-
sume his interrupted play. Passepartout, according to


62 TOUR OF THE WOULD IN EIGHTY DATS.

his custom, loitered about in tiie midst of the popula*
tion of Somanlis, Banyans, Parsees, Jews, Arabs, Eu-
ropeans, making up the twenty-live thousand inhabi-
tants of Aden. He admired the fortifications which
make of this town the Gibraltar of the Indian Ocean,
and some splendid cisterns, at which the English engi-
neers were still working, two thousand years after the
engineers of King Solomon. " Very singular, very
singular!" said Passepartout to himself on returning
aboard. " I see that it is not useless to travel, if we
wish so see anything new."

At six o'clock p.m. the Mongolia was ploughing the
waters of the Aden harbor, and soon reached the In-
dian Ocean. She had one hundred and sixty-eight hours
to make the distance between Aden and Bombay. The
Indian Ocean was favorable to her, the wind kept in
the northwest, and the sails came to the aid of the
steam. The ship, well balanced, rolled less. The
ladies, in fresh toilets, reappeared upon the deck. The
singing and dancing recommenced. Their voyage was
then progressing under the most favorable circum-
stances. Passepartout was delighted with the agreeable
companion whom chance had procured for him in the
person of Fix.

On Sunday, the 20tli of October, toward noon, they
sighted the Indian coast. Twro hours later the pilot
came aboard the Mongolia. The outlines of the hill*
blended with the sky. Soon the rows of palm trees


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY BATS, 63

which abound in the place came into distinct view.
The steamer entered the harbor formed by the islands
of Salcette, Colaba, Elephanta, Butcher, and at half-
past four she put in at the wharves of Bombay.
Phileas Fogg was then finishing the thirty-third rub*
ber of the day, and his partner and himself, thanks to
a bold manoeuvre, having made thirteen tricks, wound
up this line trip by a splendid victory. The Mongolia
was not due at Bombay until the 22d of October. She
arrived on the 20th. This was a gain of two days,
then, since his departure from London, and Phileas
Fogg methodically noted it down in his memorandum-
book in the column of gains.

■ ■ "*7 "I' ■

^ V.

CHAPTER X.

m WHICH PASSEPARTOUT IS ONLY TOO HAPPY TO OCT
OFF WITH THE LOSS OF II18 SHOES.

No one is ignorant of the fact that India, this great
reversed triangle whose base is to the north and its
apex to the south, comprises a superficial area of four-
teen hundred thousand square miles, over which is un-
equally scattered a population of one hundred and
eighty millions of inhabitants. The British Govern-
ment exercises a real dominion over a certain portion
of this vast country. It maintains a Governor-General


64 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYR

at Calcutta, Governors at Madras, Bombay and Bengal,

and a Lieutenant-Governor at Agra.

Bnt English India, properly so called, counts only
a superficial area of seven hundred thousand square
miles, and a population of one hundred to one hun-
dred and ten millions of inhabitants. It is sufficient
to say that a prominent part of the territory is still free
from the authority of the Queen; and indeed, with
some of the rajahs of the interior, fierce and terrible,
Hindoo independence is still absolute. Since 1756—the
period at which was founded the first English estab-
lishment on the spot to-day occupied by the city of
Madras—until the year in which broke out the great
Sepoy insurrection, the celebrated East India Company
was all-powerful. It annexed little by little the vari-
ous provinces, bought from the rajahs at the price of
annual rents, which it paid in part or not at all; it
namod its Governor-General and all its civil or mili-
tary employees; but now it no longer exists, and the
English possessions in India are directly under the
Crown. Thus the aspect, the manners, and the dis-
tinctions of race of the peninsula are being changed
every day. Formerly they travelled by all the old
means of conveyance, on foot, on horseback, in carts,
in small vehicles drawn by men, in palanquins, on
men's backs, in coaches, etc. Now, steamboats trav-
erse with great rapidity the Indus and the Ganges, and
a railway crossing the entire breadth of India, and


tour of ma world ur m&mr days, 05

branching in various directions, puts Bombay at only

three days from Calcutta.

The route of this railway does not follow a straight
line across India. The air-line distance is only one
thousand to eleven hundred miles, and trains, going at
only an average rapidity, would not take three days to
make it •, but this distance is increased at least one
third by the arc described by the railway rising to Al-
lahabad, in the northern part of the peninsula. In
short, these are the principal points of the route of the
Great Indian Peninsular Railway, Leaving the island
of Bombay, it crosses Salcette, touches the main land
opposite Tannah, crosses the chain of the Western
Ghauts, runs to the northeast as far as Burhampour,
goes through the nearly independent territory of Bun-
delkund, rises as far as Allahabad, turns towards the
east, meets the Ganges at Benares, turns slightly aside,
and descending again to the southeast by Burdivan and
the French town of Chandernagor, it reaches the end
of the route at Calcutta.

It was at half-past four p.m. that the passengers of
the Mongolia had landed in Bombay, and the train for
Calcutta would leave at precisely eight o'clock. Mr.
Fogg then took leave of his partners, left the steamer,
gave his servant directions for some purchases, recom-
mended him expressly to be at the station before eight
o'clock, and with his regular step, which beat the
second like the pendulum of an astronomical clock, he


60 TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIOETT DATS.

turned his steps towards the passport office. He did
not think of looting at any of the wonders of Bombay,
neither the city hall, nor the magnificent library, noi
the forts, nor the docks, nor the cotton market, nor
the shops, nor the mosques, nor the synagogues, nor
the Armenian churches, nor the splendid pagoda of
Malebar Hill, adorned with two polygonal towers. He
would not contemplate either the masterpieces of Ele-
phanta, or its mysterious hypogea, concealed in the
southeast of the harbor, or the Kanherian grottoes of
the Island of Salcette, those splendid remains of Bud-
dhist architecture! No, nothing of that for him. After
leaving the passport office, Phileas Fogg quietly re-
paired to the station, and there had dinner served.
Among other dishes, the landlord thought he ought to
recommend to him a certain giblet of "native rabbit,"
of which he spoke in the highest terms. Pliileas Fogg
accepted the giblet and tasted it conscientiously; but
in spite of the spiced sauce, he found it detestable.
He rang for the landlord.

"Sir," he said, looking at him steadily, "is that*
rabbit 2"

" Yes, my lord," replied the rogue, boldly, " the
rabbit of the jungles."

"And that rabbit did not mew when it was killed ?"

" Mew! oh my lord! a rabbit! I swear to you—"

"Landlord," replied Mr. Fogg, coolly, "don't
swear, and recollect this: in former times, in India,


TOUR OF THE WOULD IN EIGHTY DATS. 6?

cats were considered sacred animals. That was a gooc,
time."

" For the cats, my lord P

" And perhaps also for the travellersP

After this observation Mr. Fogg went on quietly
with his dinner.

A few minutes after Mr. Fogg, the detective Fix
also landed from the Mongolia, and hastened to the
Commissioner of Police in Bombay. He made him-
self known in his capacity as detective, the mission
with which he was charged, his position towards the
robber. Had a warrant of arrest been received from
London? They had received nothing. And, in fact,
the warrant, leaving after Fogg, could not have arrived
yet

Fix was very much out of countenance. He wished
to obtain from the commissioner an order for the
arrest of this gentleman Fogg. The director refused.
The affair concerned the inotropolitan government,
and it alone could legally deliver a warrant. This
strictness of principles, this rigorous observance of
legality is easily explained with the English manners,
which, in the matter of personal liberty, does not allow
anything arbitrary. Fix did not persist, and under-
stood that he would have to be resigned to waiting for
his warrant. But he resolved not to lose sight of his
mysterious rogue, whilst he remained in Bombay.
He did not doubt that Phileas Fogg would stop there


68 TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

—and as we know, it was also Passepartout's convio*
tion—-which would give the warrant of arrest the time
to arrive.

But after the last orders which his master had given
him on leaving the Mongolia, Passepartout had under-
stood very well that it would be the same with Bom"
bay as with Suez and Paris, that the journey would
•not stop here, that it would be continued at least as far
as Calcutta, and perhaps further. And he began to
ask himself if, after all, this bet of Mr. Fogg was not
really serious, and if a fatality was not dragging him,
he who wished to live at rest, to accomplish the tour
of thet world in eighty days! Whilst waiting, and
after having obtained some shirts and shoes, he took
a walk through the streets of Bombay. There was a
crowd of people there, and among the Europeans of
all nationalities, Persians with pointed caps, Bunyas
with round turbans, Sindes with square caps, Armen-
ians in long robes, Parsees in black mitres. A festival
was just being held by the Parsees, the direct descend-
ants of the followers of Zoroaster, who are the most in-
dustrious, the most civilized, the most intelligent, the
most austere of the Hindoos—a race to which now be-
long the rich native merchants of Bombay. Upon
this day they were celebrating a sort of religious car-
nival, with processions and amusements, in which
figured dancing girls dressed in rose-colored gauze em-
broidered with gold and silver, who danced wonder


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 69

fully and with perfect decency to the sound of viola
and tam-tams.

It is superfluous to insist here whether Passepartout
looked at these curious ceremonies, whether his eyes
and ears were stretched wide open to see and hear,
whether his entire appearance was that of the freshest
greenhorn that can be imagined. Unfortunately for
himself and his master, whose journey he ran the risk
of interrupting, his curiosity dragged him further than
was proper.

In fact, after having looked at this Parsee carnival,
Passepartout turned towards the station, when passing
the splendid pagoda on Malebar Hill, he took the un-
fortunate notion to visit its interior. He was ignorant
of two things:—First, that the entrance into certain
Hindoo pagodas is formally forbidden to Christians,
and, next, that the believers themselves cannot enter
there without having left their shoes at the door. It
must be remarked here that the English Government,
for sound political reasons, respecting and causing to
be respected in its most insignificant details the re-
ligion of the country, punishes severely whoever vio-
lates its practices. Passepartout having gone in, with-
out thinking of doing wrong, like a simple traveller,
was admiring in the interior the dazzlng glare of the
Brahmin ornamentation, when he was suddenly thrown
down on the sacred floor. Three priests, with furioua
looks, rushed upon him, tore ©II his shoes and stock-


70 TOUR OF THE WORLD IK EIGHTY DATS.

lugs, and commenced to beat him, uttering savage
cries. The Frenchman, vigorous and agile, rose again
quickly. With a blow of his fist and a kick lie upset
two of his adversaries, very much hampered by their
long robes, and rushing out of the pagoda with all the
quickness of his legs, he had soon distanced the third
Hindoo, who had followed him closely, by mingling
with the crowd

At five minutes of eight, just a few minutes before
the leaving of the train, hatless and barefoot, having
lost in the scuffle the bundle containing his purchases,
Passepartout arrived at the railway station. Fix was
on the wharf. Having followed Mr. Fogg to the sta-
tion, he understood that the rogue was going to leave
Bombay. His mind was immediately made up to ac-
company him to Calcutta, and further, if it was neces-
sary. Passepartout did not see Fix, who was standing
in a dark place, but Fix heard him tell his adventures
in a few words to his master.

"I hope it will not happen to you again," was all
Phileas Fogg replied, taking a seat in one of the cars
of the train. The poor fellow, barefoot and quite dis-
comfited, followed his master without saying a word.

Fix was going to get in another car, when a thought
stopped him, and suddenly modified his plan of de-
parture. "No, I will remain," he said to himself.
"A transgression committed upon Indian territory,
t have my mau."


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 71

At this moment the locomotive gave a vigorous
whistle, and the train disappeared in the darkness.

CHAPTER XL

in which piiileas fogg buys a conveyance at a

fabulous price.

The train had started on time. It carried a certain
number of travellers, some officers, civil officials, and
opium and indigo merchants, whose business called
them to the eastern part of the peninsula.

Passepartout occupied the same compartment as his
master. A third traveller was in the opposite cornel.

It was the Brigadier-General, Sir Francis Cromarty,
one of the partners of Mr. Fogg during the trip from
Suez to Bombay, who was re-joining his troops, sta-
tioned near Benares.

Sir Francis Cromarty, tall, fair, about fifty years
old, who had distinguished himself highly during the
last revolt of the Sepoys, had truly deserved to be
called a native. From his youth he had lived in India,
and had only been occasionally in the country of his
birth. He was a well-posted man, who would have
been glad to give information as to the manners, the
history, the organization of this Indian country, if


72 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY BATS.

Phileas Fogg had been the mam to ask for such things.
But this gentleman was not asking anything. Ho
was not travelling, he was describing a circumference.
He was a heavy body, traversing an orbit around the
terrestrial globe, according to the laws of rational
mechanics. At this moment he was going over in his
mind the calculations of the hours consumed since his
departure from London, and he would have rubbed
his hands, if it had been in his nature to make a uso-
' less movement.

Sir Francis Cromarty had recognized the originality
\ of his travelling companion, although he had only
studied him with his cards in his hands, and between
two rubbers. He was ready to ask whether a human
heart beat beneath this cold exterior, whether Phileas
Fogg had a soul alive to the beauties of nature and to
moral aspirations. That was the question for him.
Of all the oddities the general had met, none were to
be compared to this product of the exact sciences.
Phileas Fogg had not kept secret from Sir Francis Cro-
marty his plan for a tour around the world, nor the
conditions under which he was carrying it out. The
general saw in this bet only an eccentricity without a
^useful aim, and which was wanting necessarily in the
transire benefaciendo which ought to guide every rea-
sonable man. In the manner in which this singular
gentleman was moving on, he would evidently bo do-
ing nothing, either for himself or for others.


4 TOUR OF THE WOULD IN EIGHTY DATS. 73

An hour after having left Bombay > the train, cross*
ing the viaducts, had left behind the Island of Saieette
and reached the main land. At the station Callyan, it
left to the right the branch which via Kandallah and
Pounah descends towards the south-east of India, and
reaches the station Panwell. At this point, it became
entangled in the defiles of the Western Ghaut moun-
tains, with bases of trappe and basalt, whose highest
summits are covered with thick woods.

Prom time to time, Sir Francis Cromarty and Phil-
eas Fogg exchanged a few words, and at this moment
the general, recommencing a conversation which fre-
quently lagged, said:

"A few years ago, Mr. Fogg, you would have ex-
perienced at this point a delay which would have
probably interrupted your journey."

"Why so, Sir Francis?"

" Because the railway stopped at the base of these
mountains, which had to be crossed in a palanquin or
on a pony's back as far as the station of Kandallah, on
the opposite slope."

"That delay would not have deranged my pro-
gramme," replied Mr. Fogg.. " I would have foreseen
the probability of certain obstacles."

"But, Mr. Fogg," replied the general, "you are in
danger of having a bad business on your hands with
this young man's adventure."

Passepartout, with his feet wrapped up in his cloak,


74 TOUR OJ? THE WOULD IN EIGHTY DATS.

was sleeping soundly, arid did not dream tliat they
were talking about liim.

"The English Government is extremely severe, and
rightly, for this kind of trespass," replied Sir Francis
Cromarty. " It insists, above all things, that the re-
ligious customs of the Hindoos shall be respected, and
if your servant had been taken—"

"Yes, if he had been taken, Sir Francis," replied
Mr. Fogg, "he would have been sentenced, he would
have undergone his punishment, and then he would
have quietly returned to Europe. I do not see how
this matter could have delayed his master!"
. And, thereupon, the conversation stopped again.
During the night, the train crossed the Ghauts, passed
on to Nassik, and the next day, the 21st of October,
it was hurrying across a comparatively flat country,
formed by the Kandeish territory. The country, well
cultivated, was strewn with small villages, above
which the minaret of the pagoda took the place of the
steeple of the European church. Numerous small
streams, principally tributaries of the Godavery, irri-
gated this fertile country.

Passepartout having waked up^ looked around, and
could not believe that he was crossing the country of
the Hindoos in a train of the Great Peninsular Rail-
way. It appeared improbable to him. And yet there
was nothing more real! ; The locomotive, guided by
the arm of an English engineer and heated with Eng*


76 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

The English Government has been able, in great part,
to prevent these murders, but the horrible organization
exists yet, and carries on its operations.

At half-past twelve, the train stopped at the station
at Burhampour, and Passepartout was able to obtain
for gold a pair of Indian slippers, ornamented with
false pearls, which he put on with an evident show of
vanity. The travellers took a hasty breakfast, and
started again for Assurgliur, after having for a mo-
ment stopped upon the shore of the Tapty, a small
river emptying into the Gulf of Cambay, near Surat.

It is opportune to mention the thoughts witli which
Passepartout was busied. Until his arrival at Bombay,
lie had thought that matters would go 110 farther.
But now that he was hurrying at full speed across
India, his mind had undergone a change. His natural
feelings came back to him with a rush. He felt again
the fanciful ideas of his youth, he took seriously his
master's plans, he believed in the reality of the bet,
and consequently in this toftr of the world, and in this
maximum of time which could not be exceeded. Ah
ready he was disturbed at the possible delays, the ac-
cidents which might occur upon the route. He felt
interested in the wager, and trembled at the thought
that he might have compromised it the evening before
by his unpardonable foolishness, so that, much less
phlegmatic than Mr* Fogg, h@ was much more uneasy.
He counted and recounted the days that had passed,


rVUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 77

cursed tlie stopping of tlie train, accused it of slow-
ness. and blamed Mr. Fogg in petto for not having
promised a reward to the engineer. The good fellow
did not know that what was possible upon a steamer
was not on a railway train, whose speed is regulated.

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

The next day, the 22d of October, Passepartout,
having consulted his watch, replied to a question of
Sir Francis Cromarty that it was three o'clock in the
morning. In fact, this famous watch, always regulated
by the meridian of Greenwich, which is nearly seventy-
seven degrees west, ought to be and was four hours
slow.

Sir Francis then corrected the hour given by Passe-
partqut, and added the same remark that the latter
had already heard from Fix. He tried to make him
understand that he ought to regulate his watch on each
new meridian, and that since he was constantly going
towards the east, that is, in the face of the sun, the
days were shorter by as many times four minutes as he
had crossed degrees. It was useless. Whether the
stubborn fellow had understood the remarks of the
general or not, he persisted in not putting his watch
ahead, which he kept always at London time. An in-
nocent madness at any rate, which could hurt no one.

At eight o'clock in the morning, and fifteen mile*


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replied Sir Francis Cromarty, who was beginning to
be excited.

"Of course," replied the conductor; "but travellers
know very well that they have to be otherwise trans-
ported from Kholby to Allahabad.

Sir Francis Cromarty was furious. Passepartout
would have willingly knocked the conductor down
who could not help himself. He did not dare look at
his master.

"Sir Francis," said Mr. Fogg, simply, "we will go,
if you will be kind enough, to see about some way of
reaching Allahabad."

"Mr. Fogg, this is a delay absolutely prejudicial to
your interests!"

" No, Sir Francis, it was provided for."

" What, did you know that the railway—"

" By no means, but I knew that some obstacle or
other would occur sooner or later upon my route.
Now, nothing is interfered with. I have gained two
days which I can afford to lose. A steamer leaves
Calcutta for Hong Kong at noon on the 25th. This
is only the 23d, and we shall arrive at Calcutta in time."

Nothing could be said in reply to such complete cer-
tainty.

It was only too true that the finished portion of the
railway stopped at this point. The newspapers are
like certain watches which have a mania pf getting
ahead of time, and they had announced the finishing


8V TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS,.

of the line prematurely. The most of the passengers
knew of this break in the line, and descending from
the train, they examined the vehicles of all sorts in the
Tillage, four-wheeled palkigharis, carts drawn by zebus,
a sort of ox with humps, travelling cars resembling
walking pagodas, palanquins, ponies, etc. Mr. Fogg
and Sir Francis Cromarty, after having hunted through
the entire village, returned without having found any-
thing.

" I shall go on foot," said Mr. Fogg.

Passepartout, who had then re-joined his master,
made a significant grimace, looking down at his mag-
nificent but delicate slippers. Yery fortunately, he
had also been hunting for something, and hesitating a
little, he said:	.

" Monsieur, I believe I have found a means of con-
veyance."

"What?"

" An elephant, belonging to an Indian living a hun-
dred steps from here."

" Let us go to see the elephant," replied Mr. Fogg.
Five;, minutes later, Philea3 Fogg, Sir Francis Cro-
marty, and Passepartout arrived at a hut which was
against an enclosure of high palisades. In the hut
there was an Indian, and in the enclosure an elephant.
Upon their demand, the Indian took Mr. Fogg and
bis two companions into the enclosure.

They found there a half-tamed animal, which his


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 81

owner was raising, not to hire out, but as a beast of
combat. To this end he had commenced to modify
the naturally mild character of the animal in a manner
to lead him gradually to that paroxysm of rage called
4fc mutsh" in the Hindoo language, and that by feeding
him for three months with sugar and butter. This
treatment may not seem the proper one to obtain such
a result, but it is none the less employed with success
by their keepers.

Kiouni, the animaPs name* could,, like all his fellows,
go rapidly on a long march, and in default of other
conveyance, Phileas Fogg determined to employ him.
But elephants are very expensive in India, where they
are beginning to get scarce. The males, which alone
are fit for circus feats, are very much sought for.
These animals are rarely reproduced when they are re-
duced to the tame state, so that they can be obtained
only by hunting. So they are the object of extreme
care, and when Mr. Fogg asked the Indian if he would
hire him his elephant he flatly refused.

Fogg persisted and offered an excessive price for the
animal, ten pounds per hour. Refused. Twenty
pounds. Still refused. Forty pounds. Refused again.
Passepartout jumped at every advance in price. But
the Indian would not be tempted. The sum was a
handsome one, however. Admitting the elephant to
be employed fifteen hours to reach Allahabad, it was
six hundred pounds earned for his owner.


82 TOUR OF TUB WOULD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

Phileas Fogg, without being at all excited, proposed
then to the Indian to buy his animal, and offered liira
at first one thousand pounds. The Indian would not
eell! Perhaps the rogue scented a large transaction.

Sir Francis Cromarty took Mr. Fogg aside and begged
him to reflect before going further. Phileas Fogg re-
plied to his companion that he was not in the habit of
acting without reflection, that a bet of twenty thousand
pounds was at stake, that this elephant was necessary
to him, and that, should he pay twenty times his value,
he would have this elephant.

Mr. Fogg went again for the Indian, whose small
eyes, lit up with greed, showed that with him it was
only a question of price. Phileas Fogg offered succes-
sively twelve hundred, fifteen hundred, eighteen hun-
dred, and finally two thousand pounds. Passepartout,
so rosy ordinarily, was pale with emotion.

At two thousand pounds the Indian gave up.

"By my slippers," cried Passepartout, "here is a
magnificent price for elephant meat!"

The business concluded, all that was necessary was to
find a guide. That was easier, A young Parsee, with
an intelligent face, offered his services. Mr. Fogg ac-
cepted him, and offered him a large reward to sharpen
his wits. The elephant was brought out and equipped
without delay. The Parsee understood perfectly the
business of " mahout," or elephant driver. He cov-
ered with a sort of saddle cloth the back of the elo-


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS: 83

pliant, and put on each flank two kinds of rather un-
comfortable howdahs.

Phileas Fogg paid the Indian in bank-notes taken
from the famous carpet-bag. It seemed as if they
were taken from Passepartout's very vitals. Then Mr.
Fogg offered to Sir Francis Cromarty to convey him
to Allahabad. The general accepted; one passenger
more was not enough to tire this enormous animal.
Some provisions were bought at Kholby. Sir Francis
Cromarty took a seat in one of the howhalis, PliiJeas
Fogg in the other. Passepartout got astride the ani-
mal, between his master and the brigadier-general.
The Parsee perched upon the elephant's neck, and at
9 o'clock the animal, leaving the village, penetrated
the thick forest of palm trees.

CHAPTER XIL

in which phileas fogg and his companions venturis
through the forests of india, and what follows.

The guide, in order to shorten the distance to be
gone over, left to his right the line of the road, the
construction of which was still in process. This line,
very crooked, owing to the capricious ramifications of
the Yindhia mountains, did not follow the shortest
route, which it was Phileas Fogg's interest to take.


84 TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

The Parsee, very familiar with the roads and paths
of the country, thought to gain twenty miles by cutting
through the forest, and they submitted to him.

Pliileas Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty, plunged to
their necks in their howdahs, were much shaken up by
the rough trot of the elephant, whom his mahout urged
into a rapid gait. But they bore it with peculiar
British apathy, talking very little, and scarcely seeing
each other.

As for Passepartout, perched upon the animal's back,
and directly subjected to the swaying from side to side,
he took care, upon his master's recommendatiom, not to
keep his tongue between his teeth, as it would have
been cut short off. The good fellow, at one time
thrown forward on the elephant's neck, at another
thrown back upon his rump, was making leaps like a
clown on a spring-board. But he joked and laughed
in the midst of his somersets, and from time to time
he would take from his bag a lump of sugar, which the
intelligent Kiouni took with the end of his trunk,
without interrupting for an instant his regular trot.

After two hours' march the guide stopped the ele-
phant, and gave him an hour's rest. The animal de-
voured branches of trees and shrubs, first having
qnenchedJiis thirst at a neighboring pond. Sir Fran-
cis Cromarty did not complain of this halt. He was
worn out. Mr. Fogg appeared as if he had just got
out of bed


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 85

"But lie is made of iron!" said the brigadier-
general, looking at him with admiration.

" Of wrought iron," replied Passepartout, who wag
busy preparing a hasty breakfast.

At noon, the guide gave the signal for starting The
country soon assumed a very wild aspect. To the large
forests there succeeded copses of tamarinds and dwarf
palms, then vast, arid plains, bristling with scanty
shrubs, and strewn with large blocks of syenites. All
this part of upper Bundelcund, very little visited by
travellers, is inhabited by a fanatical population, hard-
ened in the most terrible practices of the Hindoo re-
ligion. The government of the English could not have
been regularly established over a territory subject to
the influence of the rajahs, whom it would have been
difficult to reach in their inaccessible retreats in the
Vindhias.

They were descending the last declivities of the
Vindhias* Kiouni had resumed his rapid gait. To-
wards noon, the guide went round the village of Kal-
lenger, situated on the Cani, one of the tributaries of
the Ganges. He always avoided inhabited places, feel-
ing himself safer in those desert open stretches of
country which mark the first depressions of the basin
of the great river. Allahabad was not twelve miles to
the northeast. Halt was made under a clump of ba-
nana trees, whose fruit, as healthy as bread, " as succulent
as cream," travellers say, was very much appreciated.


86 TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS,

At two o'clock, the guide entered the shelter of a
thick forest, which he had to * traverse for a space of
several miles. He preferred to travel thus under cover
of the woods. At all events, up to this moment there
had been no unpleasant meeting, and it seemed as if
the journey would be accomplished without accident,
when the elephant, showing some signs of uneasiness,
suddenly stopped.

It was then four o'clock.

"What is the matter?" asked Sir Francis Cromarty,
raising his head above his howdah.

" I do not know, officer," replied the Parsee, listen-
ing to a confused murmur which came through the
thick branches.

A few moments after, this murmur became more
defined. It might have been called a concert, still
very distant, of human voices and brass instruments.

Passepartout was all eyes, all ears. Mr. Fogg waited
patiently, without uttering a word.

The Parsee jumped down, fastened the elephant to
a tree, and plunged into the thickest of the under-
growth. A few minutes later he returned, saying:

" A Brahmin procession coming this way. If it is
possible, let us avoid being seen."

The guide unfastened the elephant, and led him into
a thicket, recommending the travellers not to descend.
He held himself ready to mount the elephant quickly,
should flight become necessary. But he thought that


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 87

the troop of the faithful would pass without noticing
Vim, for the thickness of the foliage entirely concealed
liini.

The discordant noise of voices and instruments ap-
proached. Monotonous chants were mingled with the
sound of the drums and cymbals. Soon the head of the
procession appeared from under the trees, at fifty paces
from the spot occupied by Mr. Fogg and his compan*
ions. Through the branches they readily distinguished
the curious personnel of this religious ceremony.

In the first line were the priests, with mitres upon
their heads and attired in long robes adorned wTitli gold
and silver lace. They were surrounded by men, wo-
men, and children, who were singing a sort of funeral
psalmody, interrupted at regular intervals by the beat-
ing of tam-tams and cymbals. Behind them on a car
with large wheels, whose spokes and felloes represented
serpents intertwined, appeared a hideous statue, drawn
by two pairs of richly caparisoned zebus. This statue
had four arms, its body colored with dark red, its eyes
haggard, its hair tangled, its tongue hanging out, its
lips colored with henna and betel. Its neck was en-
circled by a collar of skulls, around its waist a girdle
of human hands. It was erect upon a prostrate giant,
whose head was missing.

Sir Francis Cromarty recognized this statue.

" The goddess Kali," he murmured; " the goddess
of love and death."


88 TOUR OF TI1E WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

" Of death, I grant, but of love, never 1" said Passe,
partout. " The ugly old woman 1"

The Parsee made him a sign to keep quiet.

Around the statue there was a group of old fakirs
jumping and tossing themselves about convulsively.
Smeared with bands of ochre, covered with cross-like
cuts, whence their blood escaped drop by drop—stupid
fanatics, who, in the great Hindoo ceremonies, precipi-
tated themselves under the wheels of the car of Jug-
gernaut.

Behind them some Brahmins, in all the magnificence
of their Oriental costume, were dragging a woman who
could hardly hold herself erect.

This woman was young, and as fair as a European.
Her head, her neck, her shoulders, her ears, her arms,
her hands, and her toes were loaded down with jewels,
necklaces, bracelets, ear-rings, and finger-rings, A
tunic, embroidered with gold, covered with a light
muslin, displayed the outlines of her form.

Behind this young woman—a violent contrast for the
eyes—were guards, armed with naked sabres fastened
to their girdles and long damaskeened pistols, carrying
a corpse upon a palanquin.

It was the body of an old man, dressed in the rich
garments of a rajah, having, as in life, his turban em-
broidered with pearls, his robe woven of silk and
gold, his sash of cashmere ornamented with diamond^
and his magnificent arms as an Indian prince.


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN MIGHTY DATS. 89

Then, musicians and a rear guard of fanatics, whose
eries sometimes drowned the deafening noise of the
instruments, closed up the cortege.

Sir Francis Cromarty looked at all this pomp with a
singularly sad air, and turning to the guide, he said:

" A suttee!"

The Parsee made an affirmative sign and put his
fingers on his lips. The long procession slowly came
out from the trees, and soon the last of it disappeared
in the depths of the forest.

Little by little the chanting died out. There were
still the sounds of distant cries, and finally a profound
silence succeeded all this tumult.

Phileas Fogg had heard the word uttered by Sir
Francis Cromarty, and as soon as the procession had
disappeared, he asked:

" What is a suttee ?"

"Asuttee, Mr. Fogg," replied the brigadier-general,
" is a human sacrifice, but a voluntary sacrifice. The
woman that you have just seen will be burned to-mor-
row, in the early part of the day."

"Oh the villains!" cried Passepartout, who could
not prevent this cry of indignation.

"And this corpse?" asked Mr. Fogg.

" It is that of the prince, her husband," replied the
guide, " an independent rajah of Bnndelcund."

"How," replied Phileas Fogg, without his voice be-
traying the least emotion, "do these barbarous cud*


TOUR OF TEH WOULD IN EIGHTY DATS. 9J

During the narrative of the general, the guide shook
his head, and when he was through, said:

" The sacrifice which takes place to-morrow is not
voluntary."

"How do you know?"

"It is a story which everybody in Bundelcund
knows," replied the guide.

"But this unfortunate did not seem to make any
resistance," remarked Sir Francis Cromarty.

"Because she was intoxicated with the fumes of
hemp and opium."

" But where are they taking her ?"

"To the pagoda of Pillaji, two miks from here.
There she will pass the night in waiting for the
sacrifice."

" And this sacrifice will take place—?"

" At the first appearance of day/"

After this answer the guide brought the elephant
out of the dense thicket, and jumped on his neck.
But at the moment that he was going to start him off
by a peculiar whistle, Mr. Fogg stopped him, and ad-
dressing Sir Francis Cromarty, said:

" If we could save this woman !"

"Save this woman, Mr. Fogg!" cried the brigadier-
general.

" I have still twelve hours to spare. I can devote
them to her."


02 TOUR OF THE WORLD IJf EIGHTY DAY&

u Why, you are a man of heart I" said Sir Francis
Cromarty.

" Sometimes," replied Phileas Fogg, simply," when
I have time."

CHAPTER XHL

in which passepartout proves again that fortune
smiles upon the bold.

The design was bold, full of difficulties, perhaps im-
practicable. Mr. Fogg was going to risk his life, or
at least his liberty, and consequently the success of his
plans, but he did not hesitate. He found, besides, a
decided ally in Sir Francis Cromarty.

As to Passepartout, he was ready, and could be
depended upon. His master's idea excited him. He
felt that there was a heart and soul under this icy
covering. He almost loved Phileas Fogg.

Then there was the guide. What part would he
take in the matter? Would he not be with the Indi-
an ? In default of his aid, it was at least necessary
to be sure of his neutrality.

Sir Francis Cromarty put the question to him
frankly.

"Officer," replied the guide, "I am a Parsee, and
that woman is a Parse©. Make use of me."


TOUR OF THE WOULD IW EIGHTY DATS. 93

"Yery well, guide," replied Mr. Fogg.

" However, do you know," replied the Parsee, " that
we not only risk our lives, but horrible punishments if
we are taken ? So see."

" That is seen," replied Mr. Fogg. " I think that
we shall have to wait for night to act ?"

" I think so, too," replied the guide.

The brave Hindoo then gave some details m to the
yictim. She was an Indian of celebrated beauty, of
the Parsee race, the daughter of a rich merchant of
Bomttay. She had received in that city an absolutely
English education, and from her manners and cultiva-
tion she would have been thought a European. Her
name was Aouda.

An orphan, she was married against her will to this
old rajah of Bundelcund. Three months after she was
a widow. Knowing the fate that awaited her, she fled,
was retaken immediately, and the relatives of the rajah,
who had an interest in her death, devoted her to this
sacrifice, from which it seemed that she could not
escape.

This narrative could only strengthen Mr, Fogg and
his companions in their generous resolution. It was
decided that the guide should turn the elephant
towards the pagoda of Pillaji, which he should ap-
proach as near as possible.

A half hour afterwards a halt was made under a
thick clump of trees, five hundred paces frera the


94 TOUR OF TIIE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

pagoda, which they could not see, but they heard dis-
tinctly the yellings of the fanatics.

The means of reaching the victim were then dis-
cussed. The guide was acquainted with the pagoda,
in which he asserted that the young woman was im-
prisoned. Could they enter by one of the doors,
when the whole band was plunged in the 6leep of
drunkenness, or would they have to make a hole
through the wall ? This could be decided^only at the
moment and the place. But there could be iw doubt
that the abduction must be accomplished this very
night, and not when, daylight arrived, the victim
would be led to the sacrifice. Then no human inter-
vention could save her.

Mr. Fogg and his companions waited for night. As
soon as the shadows fell, towards 6ix o'clock in the
evening, they determined to make a reconnoissance
around the pagoda. The last cries of the fakirs had died
out. According to their customs, these Indians were
plunged in the heavy intoxication of "hang,"—liquid
opium mixed with an infusion of hemp, and it would per-
haps be possible to slip in between them to the temple.

The Parsee guiding, Mr. Fogg, Sir Francis Cro-
marty and Passepartout advanced noiselessly through
the forest. After ten minutes' creeping under the
branches, they arrived on the edge of a small river, and
there by the light of iron torches at the end of which
was burning pitch, they saw a pile of wood. It was


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS, 95

the funeral pile, made of costly sandal wood, and
already saturated with perfumed oil. On its upper
part the embalmed body of the rajah was resting,
which was to be burned at the same time as his widow.
At one hundred paces from this pile rose the pagoda,
whose minarets in the darkness pierced the tops of the
trees. " Come!" said the guide, in a low voice.

Soon the guide stopped at the end of a clearing, lit
up by a few torches. The ground was covered with*
groups of sleepers, heavy with drunkenness.	\

In the background, among the trees, the temple of
Pillaji stood out indistinctly. But to the great dis-
appointment of the guide, the guards of the rajahs,
lighted by smoky torches, were watching at the doors,
and pacing up and down with drawn sabres. Phileaa
Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty understood as well as
himself that they could attempt nothing on this side.
They stopped and talked in a low tone.

" Let us wait," said the brigadier-general, " it is not
eight o'clock yet, and it is possible that these guards
may succumb to sleep."

" That is possible, indeed," replied the Parsee.

Phileas Fogg and his companions stretched them-
selves out at the foot of a tree and waited.

They waited thus until midnight. The situation
did not change. The same watching outside. It was
evident that they could not count on the drowsiness of
the guards.


96 toxtr of the world in eighty dj&tsl ^

After a final conversation, the guide said h6 waa
ready to start. Mr. Fogg, Sir Francis, and Passepar-
tout followed hi in. They made a pretty long detour,
so as to reach the pagoda by the rear.

. About a half hour past midnight they arrived at the
foot of the walls, without having met any one. No
watch had been established on this side, but windows
and doors were entirely wanting.

But it was not sufficient to reach the foot of the
walls, it was necessary to make an opening there. For
this operation Phileas Fogg and his companions had
nothing at all but their pocket-knives. Fortunately,
the temple walls were composed of a mixture of bricks
and wood, which could not be difficult to make a hole
through. The first brick once taken out, the others
would easily follow.

They went at it, making as little noise as possible.
The Parsee, from one side, and Passepartout, from the
other, worked to unfasten the bricks, so as to get an
opening two feet wide.

The work was progressing, but—unfortunate mis-
chance—some guards showed themselves at the rear of
the pagoda, and established themselves there so as to
hinder an approach.

It would be difficult to describe the disappointment
of these four men, stopped in their work.

" What can we do but leave ?" asked the general in
a low voice.


68 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

It is a chance, perhaps the only one, and with such
brutes—"

At all events, Passepartout did not put his thought
into any other shape, but he was not slow in sliding
down, with the ease of a snake, on the lower branches
of the tree, the end of which bent toward the ground.

The hours were passing, and soon a few less sombre
shades announced the approach of day. But the
darkness was still great.

It was the time fixed. It was like a resurrection in
this slumbering crowd. The groups wakened up.
The beating of tam-tams sounded, songs and cries
burst out anew. The hour had come in which the un-
fortunate was to die.

The doors of the pagoda were now opened. A more
intense light came from the interior. Mr. Fogg and
Sir Francis could see the victim, all lighted up, whom
two priests were dragging to the outside. It seemed
to them that, shaking off the drowsiness of intoxica-
tion by the highest instinct of self-preservation, the
unfortunate woman was trying to escape from her
executioners. Sir Francis' heart throbbed violently,
and with a convulsive movement seizing Phileas
Fogg's hand, he felt that it held an open knife.

At this moment, the crowd was agitated. The
young woman had fallen again into the stupor pro-
duced by the fumes of the hemp. She passed between
the fakirs, who escorted her with their religious cries.


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 09

^ Phileas Fogg and his companions followed her,,
mingling with the rear ranks of the crowd.

Two minutes after, they arrived at the edge of the
river, and stopped less than fifty paces from the fu-
neral pile, upon which was lying the rajah's body. In
the semi-obscurity, they saw the victim, motionless,
stretched near her husband's corpse.

Then a torch was brought, and the wood, impreg-
nated with oil, soon took fire.

At this moment, Sir Francis Cromarty and the
guide held back Phileas Fogg, who in an impulse of
generous madness was going to rush towards the pile.

But Phileas Fogg had already pushed them back,
when the scene changed suddenly. A cry of terror
arose. The whole crowd, frightened, cast themselves
upon the ground.

The old rajah was not dead, then; he was seen sud-
denly rising upright, like a phantom, raising the young
woman in his arms, descending from the pile in the
midst of the clouds of smoke which gave him a spectral
appearance.

The fakirs, the priests, overwhelmed with a sudden
fear, were prostrate, their faces to the ground, not
daring to raise their eyes, and look at such a mira-
cle !

The inanimate victim was held by the vigorous
arms carrying her, without seeming to be much of a
weight. Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis had remained


100 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGIITY DATS.

standing. Tlie Parsee had bowed his head, and Passa*
partout, without doubt, was not less stupefied.

The resuscitated man came near the spot where
Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty were, and said
shortly:

" Let us be ofi I"

It was Passepartout himself, who had slipped to the
pile in the midst of the thick smoke! It was Passe-
partout, who, profiting by the great darkness still pre-
vailing, had rescued the young woman from death!
It was Passepartout who, playing his part with the
boldest good luck, passed out in the midst of the gen-
eral fright!

An instant after the four disappeared in the woods,
and the elephant took them onwards with a rapid
trot. But cries, shouts, and even a ball, piercing
Phileas Fogg's hat, apprised them that the stratagem
had been discovered.

Indeed, on the burning pile still lay the body of the
old rajah. The priegts, recovered from their fright,
learned that the abduction had taken place.

They immediately rushed into the forest. The
guards followed them. Shots were fired; but the ab-
ductors fled rapidly, and, in a few moments, they were
P out of range of balls or arrows.


TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 103,

CHAPTER XIV.

IN which phileas fogg descends the entire splen-
did valley of the ganges without ever thinking

of looking at it.

The bold abduction had succeeded. An liour after
Passepartout was still laughing at his success. Sir
Francis Cromarty grasped the hand of the brave fel-
low. His master said to him: " Good," which in that
gentleman's mouth was equivalent to high praise. To
which Passepartout replied that all the honor of the
affair belonged to his master. As for himself he had
only had a " droll" idea, and he laughed in thinking
that for a few moments he, Passepartout, the former
gymnast, the ex-sergeant of firemen, had been the
widower of a charming woman, an old embalmed
rajah!

As for the young Indian widow, she had no knowl-
edge of what had passed. Wrapped up in travelling
cloaks, she was resting in one of the howdahs.

Meanwhile the elephant, guided with the greatest
certainty by the Parsee, moved on rapidly through tho
still dark forest. One hour after having left the
pagoda of Pillaji, he shot across an immense plain. Afc


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 103*

, Phileas Fogg ought then to arrive in time to take a
steamer which would not leave until the next day,
October 25, at noon, for Hong Kong.

■! The yqung woman was placed in a waiting-room of
the static^. Passepartout was directed to purchase
for her various articles of dress, such as a robe, shawl,
furs, etc., whatever he would find. His master
opened an pnlimited credit for him.

Passepartout went out immediately and ran through
the streets the city. Allahabad, that is, the " City
of God," is one of the most venerated of India, on ac-
count of its being built at the junction of two sacred
rivers, the Ganges and the Jumna, whose waters at-
tract pilgrims from the whole peninsula. It is said
also that, according to the legends of the Ramayana,
the Ganges takes its source in heaven, whence, thanks
to Brahma, it descends upon the earth.

In making his purchases, Passepartout had soon
seen the city, at one time defended by a magnificent
fort, which has become a State prison. There are no
more commerce and no more manufactures in this
city, formerly a manufacturing and commercial point.
Passepartout, who vainly sought a variety shop, such
as there wTas in Regent street, a few steps off from
Farmer & Co., found only at a second-hand dealer's,
an old whimsical Jew, the objects which he needed—
a dress of Scotch stuff, a large mantle, and a magnifi-
cent otter-skin pelisse, for which he did not hesitate


TOUR OF TIIE WOULD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 105

eeems to have been modelled in pure silver by the
divine hand of Yicvarcarma, the immortal sculptor."

But, without all this poetic amplification, it is suffi-
cient to say that Mrs. Aouda, the widow of the rajah
of Bundelcund, was a charming woman in the entire
European acceptation of the phrase. She spoke Eng-
lish with great purity, and the guide had not exagger-
ated in asserting that this young Parsee woman had
been transformed by education.

Meanwhile the train was about to leave Allahabad.
The Parsee was waiting. Mr. Fogg paid him the
compensation agreed upon, without exceeding it a
farthing. This astonished Passepartout a little, who
knew everything that his master owed to the devotion
; of the guide. The Parsee, in fact, had risked his life
voluntarily in the affair at Pillaji; and if, later, the
Hindoos should learn it, he would hardly escape their
vengeance.

The question of Kiouni also remained. What would
be done with an elephant bought so dearly ?

But Phileas Fogg had already taken a resolution
upon this point.

" Parsee," he said to the guide, " you have been
serviceable and devoted. I have paid for your service,
but not for your devotion. Do you wish this ele-
phant? It is yours.*'

The eyes of the guide sparkled.

"Tour honor is giving me a fortune!" he cried.


106 TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

" Accept, guide," replied Mr. Fogg, " and I will be
yet your debtor."

" Good 1" cried Passepartout. " Take liim, friend 1
Kiouni is a brave and courageous animal."

And going to the brave, he gave him some lumps of
sugar, saying:

" Here, Kiouni, here, here."

The elephant uttered some grunts of satisfaction.
Then taking Passepartout by the waist, and encircling
him with his trunk, he raised him as high ail his head.
Passepartout, not at all frightened, caressed the ani-
mal, who replaced him gently on the ground, and to
the shaking of the honest Kiouni's trunk there an-
swered a vigorous shaking of the good fellow's hand.

A few moments after, Phileas Fogg, Sir Francis
Cromarty, and Passepartout, seated in a comfortable
car, the best seat in which Mrs. Aouda occupied, were
running at full speed towards Benares.

Eighty miles at the most separate this place from
Allahabad, and they were passed over in two hours.

During this passage the young woman completely
revived; the drowsy fumes of the " hang" disappeared.

What was her astonishment to find herself on this
railway, in this compartment, clothed in European
habiliments, in the midst of travellers entirely un-
known to her.

At first, her companions gave her the greatest care,
and revived her with a few drops of liquor; then the


TOUR OF THE WORLD W EIGHTY DAYS. 107

brigadier-general told the story. He dwelt upon the
devotion of Phileas Fogg, who had not hesitated to
stake his life to save her, and upon the denouement of
the adventure, due to the bold imagination of Passe-
partout.

Mr. Fogg let him go on without saying a word. '

Passepartout, quite ashamed, repeated that " it was
not worth while."

Mrs. Aouda thanked her deliverers profusely, by her
tears more than by her words. Her beautiful eyes,
~rather than her lips, were the interpreters of her grati-
tude. Then, her thoughts carrying her back to the
scenes of the suttee, seeing again the Indian country
where so many dangers still awaited her, she shuddered
with terror.

Phileas Fogg understood what was passing in Mrs.
Aouda's mind, and, to reassure her, offered, very coolly,
to take her to Hong Kong, where she might remain
until this affair had died out.

Mrs. Aouda accepted the offer gratefully. At Hong
Kong there resided one of her relatives, a Parsee like
herself, and one of the principal merchants of that
city, which is entirely English, though occupying a
point on the Chinese coast.

At half-past twelve, noon, the train stopped lit the
Benares station. The Brahman legends assert thafc
this place occupies the site of the ancient Casi, which
was formerly suspended in space, between the zenith


108 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

and the nadir, like Mahomet's tomb. But at this more
material period, Benares, the Athens of India, in the
saying of the Orientals, was prosaically resting on the
earth, and Passepartout could for an instant see its
brick houses, its clay huts, which gave it a very deso*
late appearance, without any local color.

Here was where Sir Francis Cromarty was going to
6top. The troops which he was re-joining were camp-
ing a few miles to the north of the city. The briga-
dier-general then made his adieus to Phileas Fogg,
wishing him all possible success, and expressing the
wish that he would recommence the journey in a Jess
original but more profitable manner. Mr. Fogg press-
ed lightly his companion's fingers. The parting greet-
ings of Mrs. Aouda were more demonstrative. She
would never forget what she owed Sir Francis Cro-
marty. As for Passepartout, lie was honored with a
hearty shake of the hand by the general. Quite af-
fected, he asked where and when he could be of service
to him. Then they parted.

Leaving Benares, the railway followed in part the
valley of the Ganges. Through the windows of the
ear, the weather being quite clear, appeared the varied
country of Behar, mountains covered with verdure,
fields of barley, corn and wheat, jungles full of green
alligators, villages well kept, forests yet green. X few
elephants, and zebus with large humps, came to bathe
in the waters of the sacred river, and also? not with'


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 109

Standing the advanced season, and the already eold
temperature, bands of Hindoos of both sexes, who
were piously performing their holy ablutions. These
faithful ones, the bitter enemies of Buddhism, are fer-
vent sectaries of the Brahmin religion, which is in-
carnate in these three personsVishnu, the solar
deity; Shiva, the divine personification of the natural
forces; and Brahma, the suprefne master of priests and
legislators. But in what light would Bralim% Shiva
and Yishnu regard this India, now " Britonized," when
some steamboat passes, puffing and disturbing the con-
secrated waters of the Gauges, frightening the gulls
flying over its surface, the turtles swarming on its
banks, and the faithful stretched along its shores ?

All this panorama passed like a flash, and frequently
a cloud of steam concealed its details from them. The
travellers could scarcely see the fort of Chunar, twenty
miles to the southeast of Benares, the old stronghold of
the rajahs of Behar, Ghazepour, and its large rose-
water manufactories; the tomb of Lord Cornwallis
rising on the left bank of the Ganges; the fortified
town of Buxar; Patna, the great manufacturing and
commercial city, where the principal opium market in
India is held; Monghir, a more than European town,
as English as Manchester or Birmingham, famous for its
iron foundries, its manufactories of cutlery, and whose
high chimneys cover with a black smoke the heavens
of Brahma—a real fist-blow in the country of dreams!


110 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY BATS.

Then niglit came, and in the midst of the howlings
of the tigers, the bears and the wolves, which fled be-
fore the locomotive, the train passed on at full speed,
and they saw nothing of the wonders of Bengal or
Golconda, or Gour in ruins, or Mourshedabai, the for-
mer capital, or Burdwan, or Hougly, or Ch&fcdernagar,
that French point in the Indian territory, on which
Passepartout would have been proud to see his native
flag floating.

Finally, at seven o'clock a.m., Calcutta was reached.
The steamer to leave for Hong Kong did not weigh
anchor until noon. Pliileas Fogg had then five hours
before him.

According to his journal, this gentleman should ar-
rive in the capital of India, October 25th, twenty-three
days after leaving London, and he arrived there on the
stipulated day. He was neither behind nor ahead of
time. Unfortunately, the two days gained by him be-
tween London and Bombay had been lost, we know
how, in this trip across the Indian peninsula, but it
is to be supposed that Phileas Fogg did not regret
them.


TOUR OF* THE WORLD IF EIGHTY BATS. 1H

CHAPTER XT.

in which the bag with the bank-notes is relieve©
of a few thousand pounds mobe!

The train had stopped at the station. Passepartout
first got out of the car, and was followed by Mr. Fogg,
who aided his young companion to descend. Phileas
Fogg counted on going directly to the Hong Kong
steamer, in order to fix Mrs. Aouda here comfortably,
whom he did not wish to leave as long as she was in
this country, so dangerous for her.

At the moment that Mr. Fogg was going out of the
station a policeman approached him and said:

"Mr. Phileas Fogg?"

"Iam he."

" Is this man your servant t" added the policeman,
pointing to Passepartout.

"Yes."

" You will both be so kind as to follow me."

Mr. Fogg made no movement indicating any sur-
prise. This agent was a representative of the law, and
for every Englishman the law is sacred. Passepartout,
with his French habits, wanted to discuss the matter*
but the policeman touched him with his stick, and
Phileas Fogg made him a sign to obey.


112 TOUR OF THE WOULD IN EIGHTY DATS.

" This young lady can accompany us J" asked Mr

Fogg-

H She can," replied the policeman. ,

The policeman conducted Mr. Fogg, Mrs. Aouda,
and Passepartout to a palki-ghari, a sort of four-wheeled
vehicle with four seats, drawn by two horses. They
started. No one spoke during the twenty-minutes ride.

The vehicle first crossed the " black town," with its
narrow streets, its lmts in which grovelled a miscel-
laneous population, dirty and ragged; then they passed
through the European town, adorned with brick
houses, shaded by cocoa-nut trees, bristling with masts,
through which, notwithstanding the early hour, were
driving handsomely dressed gentleman, in elegant turn-
outs.

The palki-ghari stopped before a dwelling of plain
appearance, but which was not used for private pur-
poses. The policeman let his prisoners out, for they
could, indeed, be called thus, and he led them into a
room with grated windows, saying to them :

" At half-past eight you will appear before Judge
Obadiah."

Then he left, and closed the door.

" See! we are prisoners I" cried Passepartout, drop-
ping into a chair.

Mrs. Aouda, addressing Mr. Fogg immediately, said
in a voice who^e emotion she sought in vain to dis-
guise :


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 113

" Sir, you must leave me ! It is on my account that
you are pursued! It is because you have rescued
me!"

Phileas Fogg contented himself with saying that
that would not be possible. Pursued on account of
this suttee affair 1 Inadmissible! How would the
complainants dare present themselves? There was a
mistake. Mr. Fogg added that in any event he would
not abandon the young woman, and that he would
take her to Hong Kong.

" But the steamer leaves at noon!" remarked Passe-
partout.

" Before noon we will be on board," was the simple
reply of the impassible gentleman.

This was so flatly asserted that Passepartout could
not help saying to himself:

" Parbleu! that is certain! before noon we will be
on board !" But he was not at all reassured.

At half-past eight the door of the room was opened.
The policeman reappeared, and he led the prisoners
into the next room. It was a court-room, and quite a
large crowd, composed of Europeans and natives, al-
ready occupied the rear of the room.

Mr. Fogg, Mrs. Aouda, and Passepartout were seat-
ed on a bench in front of the seats reserved for the
magistrate and the clerk.

This magistrate, Judge Obadiah, entered almost im-
mediately, followed by the clerk. He was a large, fat


114 TO UP, OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS,

man. He took do Wit a wig hung on a nail and hastily
put it on his head.

" The first case," he said.

But putting his hand to his head, he said:

" Humph! this is not my wig!"

" That's a fact, Mr. Obadiah, it is mine," replied the
clerk.

" My dear Mr. Oysterpufl, how do you think that a
judge can give a wise sentence with a clerk's wig ?"

An exchange of wigs had been made. During
these preliminaries Passepartout was boiling over with
impatience, for the hands appeared to him to move
terribly fast over the face of the large clock in the
court-room.

" The first case," said Judge Obadiah again.

" Phileas Fogg ?" said Clerk Oysterpuft

"Here I am," replied Mr. Fogg.

u Passepartout?"

" Present!" replied Passepartout.

"Good!" said Judge Obadiah. "For two days,
prisoners, you have been looked for upon the arrival of
all the trains from Bombay."

" But of what are we accused ?" cried Passepartout
impatiently.

" You shall know now," replied the judge.

" Sir," said Mr. Fogg then, " I am an English citizen,
and have the right—"


116 TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS,.

" What victim ?" he answered. " Burn whom ? In
the heart of the city of Bombay

"Bombay?" cried Passepartout.

" Certainly. We are not speaking of the pagoda of
Pillaji, but of the pagoda of Malebar in Bombay."

"And as a proof here are the desecrator's shoes,"
added the clerk, putting a pair on his desk.

"My shoes!" cried Passepartout, who, surprised at
the last charge, could not prevent this involuntary ex-
clamation.

The confusion in the minds of the master and
servant may be imagined. They had forgotten the
incident of the pagoda of Bombay, and that was the
very tiling which had brought them before the magis-
trate in Calcutta.

In fact, Fix understood the advantage that lie might
get from this unfortunate affair. Delaying his depart-
ure twelve hours, he had taken counsel with the priests
of Malebar Hill, and had promised them large
damages, knowing very well that the English Govern-
ment was very severe upon this kind of trespass; then
by the following train he had sent them forward on
the track of the perpetrator. But in consequence of
the time employed in the deliverance of the young
widow, Fix and the Hindoos arrived at Calcutta before
Phileas Fogg and his servant, whom the authorities,
warned by telegraph, were to arrest as they got out of
the train. The disappointment of Fix may be judged


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. H7

of, when lie learned that Phileas Fogg had not jet ar-
rived in the capital of India. He was compelled to
think that his robber, stopping at one of th© stations
of the Peninsular Kail way, had taken refuge in the
northern provinces. For twenty-four hours, in the
greatest uneasiness, Fix watched for him at the station.
What was his joy then when, this very morning, he
saw him get out of the car, accompanied, it is true, by
a young woman whose presence he could not explain*
He immediately sent a policeman after him ; and this
is how Mr. Fogg, Passepartout, and the widow of the
rajah of Bundelcund were taken before Judge
Obadiah.

And if Passepartout had been less preoccupied with
his affair, he would have perceived in a corner of the
room the detective, who followed the discussion writh
an interest easy to understand, for at Calcutta, as afc
Bombay, and as at Suez, the warrant of arrest was still
not at hand !

But Judge Obadiah had taken a note of the confes
sion escaped from Passepartout, who would have given
all he possessed to recall his imprudent words.

" The facts are admitted ?" said the judga

" Admitted," replied Mr. Fogg coldly.

" Inasmuch," continued the judge, " as the English
law intends to protect equally and rigorously all the

religions of the people of India, the trespass being ad-
• •

mitted by this man Passepartout, convicted of having


118 TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS,.

violated with sacrilegious feet the pavement of the
pagoda of Malebar Hill in Bombay, 011 the 20th day of
October, I sentence the said Passepartout to fifteen days'
imprisonment, and a fine of three hundred pounds."

"Three hundred pounds!" cried Passepartout, who
was really only alive to the fine.

"Silence!" said the tip-staff in a shrill voice.
"And," added Judge Obadiah, "inasmuch as it is
not materially proved that there was not a connivance
between the servant and the master, the latter of whom
ought to be held responsible for the acts and gestures
of a servant in his employ, I detain the said Phileas
Fogg and sentence him to eight days' imprisonment
and one hundred and fifty pounds fine. Clerk, call
another case!"

Fix, in his corner, experienced an unspeakable satis-
faction. Phileas Fogg, detained eight days in Cal-
cutta ! It would be more than time enough for the
warrant to arrive.

Passepartout was crushed. This sentence would
ruin his master. A wager of twenty thousand pounds
lost, and all because, in the height of folly, he had gone
into that cursed pagoda I

Phileas Fogg, as much master of himself as if this
sentence did not concern him, did not even knit his
eyebrows. But at the moment that the clerk was call-
ing another case, he rose and said:

«I offer bail."


130 tour of the world in eighty days.

Mr. Fogg took a carriage, into wliich Mrs. Aouda,
Passepartoutj and he got immediately. Fix ran be-
hind the carriage, which soon stopped on one of the
wharves of the city.

Half a mile out in the harbor the Rangoon was
anchored, her sailing flag hoisted to the top of the
mast. Eleven o'clock struck. Mr. Fogg was one
hour ahead. Fix saw him get out of the carriage, and
embark in a boat with Mrs. Aouda and his servant.
The detective stamped his foot.

" The rascal!" he cried : " he is going off t Two
thousand pounds sacrificed! Prodigal as a robber t
Ah ! I will follow Jrim to the end of the world, if it
is necessary; but, at the rate at which he is going, all
the stolen money will be gone !"

The detective had good reason for making this re-
remark. In fact, since he left London, what with
travelling expenses, rewards, the elephant purchase,
bail, and fines, Phileas Fogg had already scattered
more than five thousand pounds on his route, and the
percentage of the sum recovered, promised *to the
detectives, was constantly diminishing.


TOUR OF THE WORLD ZN EIGHTY DAYS. 121

CHAPTER XVI.

in which fix ha8 not the appearance of knowing
anything about the matters concerning which
they talk to him.

The Rangoon, one of the vessels employed by the
Peninsular and Oriental Company in the Chinese and
Japanese seas, was an iron screw steamer, of seventeen
hundred and seventy tons, and nominally of four hun-
dred horse-power. She was equally swift, but not so
comfortable as the Mongolia, Mrs. Aouda was not as
well fixed in her as Phileas Fogg would have desired.
But, after all, it was only a distance of three thousand
five hundred miles, and the young woman did not
show herself a troublesome passenger.

During the first few days of the passage Mrs. Aouda
became better acquainted with Phileas Fogg. On
every occasion she showed him the liveliest gratitude.
The phlegmatic gentleman listened to her, at least in
appearance, with the most extreme indifference, not
one tone of his voice or gesture betraying in him the
slightest emotion. He saw that she was wanting in
nothing. At certain hours lie came regularly, if not
to talk with her, at least to listen to her He fulfilled
toward her the duties of the strictest politeness, but


122 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

with the grace and startling effects of an automat
ton whose movements had been put together for that
purpose. Mrs. Aouda did not know what to think of
him, but Passepartout had explained to her a little the
eccentric character of his master. He had told her
what sort of a wager was taking him round the world,
Mrs. Aouda had smiled! but, after all, she owed her
life to him, and her deliverer could not lose, because
ehe saw him through her gratitude.

Mrs. Aouda confirmed the narrative of the guide in
reference to her affecting history. She belonged, in
fact, to the race which occupies the first rank among
the natives. Several Parsee merchants have made
large fortunes in India in the cotton trade. One of
them, Sir James Jejeebhoy, was raised to the nobility
by the English Government, and Mrs. Aouda was a
relative of this rich person, who lived in Bombay. It
was indeed a cousin of Sir Jejeebhoy, the honorable
Jejeeli, whom she counted on joining at Ilong Kong.
Would she find a refuge with him and assistance ? She
could not say so positively. To which Mr. Fogg re-
plied that she should not be uneasy, and everything
would be mathematically arranged. That was the
phrase he used.

Did the young woman understand this horrible
ad verb? We do not know. However, her large eyes
were fixed upon those of Mr. Fogg—her large eyes
" clear as jthe sacred lakes of the Himalaya 1" But the


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS: 123

intractable Fogg, as reserved as ever, did not seem to
be the man to throw himself into this lake.

The first part of the Rangoon's voyage was ac-
complished Under excellent conditions. The weather
was moderate. All the lower portion of the immense
Bay of Bengal was favorable to the steamer's progress.
The Rangoon soon sighted the great Andaman, the
principal one of the group of islands, which is distin-
guished by navigators at a great distance by the pic-
turesque Saddle Peak mountain, two thousand four
hundred feet high.

They kept pretty close to the coast. The savage
Papuans of the island did not show themselves. They
are beings in the lowest grade of humanity, but they
have been wrongfully called cannibals.

The panoramic development of this island was
superb. Immense forests of palm trees, arecas, bam-
boo, nutmeg trees, teak-wood, giant mimosas, and tree-
like ferns covered the country in the foreground, and
in the background there stood out in relief the graceful
outline of the mountains. Along the shore there
swarmed by thousands those precious swallows whose
eatable nests form a dish much sought for in the
celestial empire. But all this varied spectacle offered
to the eyes by the Andaman group passed quickly,
and the Rangoon swiftly pursued her way towards the
Straits of Malacca, which were to give her access to
the Chinese seas.


124 TOUR OF THE WOULD IN EIQETT DATS.

During this trip what was detective Fix doing, so
unluckily dragged into a voyage round tlie world?
On leaving Calcutta, after having left instructions to
forward the warrant to him at Hong Kong, if it should
arrive, he succeeded in getting aboard the Rangoon
without being perceived by Passepartout, and he hoped
that he might conceal his presence until the arrival of
the steamer. In* fact, it would have been difficult for
him to explain how he was on board, without awaking
the suspicions of Passepartout, who thought he was iv
Bombay. But lie was led to renew his acquaintance
with the good fellow by the very logic of circum-
stances. How ? We will see.

All the hopes, all the desires of the detective were
now concentrated on a single point in the world, Hong
Kong—for the steamer would stop too short a time in
Singapore for him to operate in that city. The arrest
of the robber must then be made in Hong Kong, or he
would escape irrecoverably.

In fact, Hong Kong was still English soil, but the
last he would find on the road. Beyond, China, Japan,
America would offer a pretty certain refuge to Mr.
Fogg. At Hong Kong, if he should finally find there
the warrant of arrest, which was evidently running
after him, Fix would arrest Fogg, and put him in the
hands of the local police. No difficulty there. But
after Hong Kong a simple warrant of arrest would not
be sufficient. An extradition order would be necos-


TO TIE OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 125

sary. Thence delays and obstacles of every kind, of
which the rogue would take advantage to escape finally.
If he failed at Hong Kong, it would be, if not impos-
sible, at least very difficult to attempt it again with any
chance of success.

" Then/' repeated Fix during the long hours that he
passed in his cabin, "then, either the warrant will beat
Hong Kong and I will arrest my man, or it will not be
there, and this time I must, at all hazards, delay his
departure! I have failed at Bombay, I have failed at
Calcutta! If I miss at Hong Kong, I shall lose my
reputation ! Cost what it may, I must succeed. But
what means shall I employ to delay, if it is necessary,
the departure of this accursed Fogg ?"

As a last resort, Fix had decided to tell everything
to Passepartout, to let him know who the master was
that he was serving, and whose accomplice he certainly
was not. Passepartout, enlightened by this revelation,
fearing to be compromised, would without doubt take
sides with him, Fix. But it was a very hazardous
means, which could only be employed in default of any
other. One word from Passepartout to his master
would have been sufficient to compromise the affair
irrevocably.

The detective was then extremely embarrassed when
the presence of Mrs. Aouda on board of the Rangoon,
in company with Pliileas Fogg, opened new perspec-
tives to him. Who was this woman ? What combina-


126 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY BAYS.

tion of circumstances had made her Fogg's companion!
The meeting had evidently taken place between Bom-
bay and Calcutta. But at what point of the peninsula ?
Was it chance which had brought together Phileas
Fogg and the young traveler ? Had not his journey
across India, on the contrary, been undertaken by this
gentleman with the aim of joining this charming
person ? For she was charming! Fix had had a good
view of her in the audience hall of the Calcutta
tribunal.

It may be comprehended to what a point the detective
would be entangled. He asked himself if there was
not a criminal abduction in this affair. Yes! that must
be it! This idea once fastened in the mind of Fix, and
he recognized all the advantage that he could get from
this circumstance. Whether this young woman was
married or not, there was an abduction, and it was
possible to put the ravisher in such embarrassment in
Hong Kong that he could not extricate himself by
paying money.

But it was not necessary to await the arrival of the
Rangoon at Hong Kong. This Fogg had the detest-
able habit of jumping from one vessel into another,
and before the affair was entered upon he might be far
enough off. The important thing was to warn the
English authorities, and to signal the Rangoon before
her arrival. Now, nothing would be easier to accom-
plish, as the steamer would put in at Singapore, which


* TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS, 127

is connected with the Chinese coast by a telegraph
line.

But, before acting, and to be more certain, Fix de-
termined to question Passepartout. He knew it was not
very difficult to start the young man talking, and he
decided to throw ofi the incognito that he had main-
tained until that time. Now there was no time to lose.
It was October 80, and the next day the Rangoon
would drop anchor at Singapore.

This very day, October 30, Fix, leaving his cabin,!
went upon deck, with the intention of meeting Passe-*'
partout first, with signs of the greatest surprise. Passe-
partout was walking in the forward part of the vessel,
when the detective rushed toward him, exclaiming,
" Is this you, on the Rangoon ?"

" Monsieur Fix aboard !" replied Passepartout, very
much surprised, recognizing his old acquaintance of tha
Mongolia.

"What! I left you at Bombay, and I meet you
again on the route to Hong Kong! Are you making
also the tour of the world Vy

" No, no," replied Fix. " I expect to stop at Hong
Kong, at least for a few days."

" Ah I" said Passepartout, who seemed astonished
for a moment. " But why have I not seen you aboard
since we left Calcutta V9

" Indeed, I was sick—a little sea-sickness—I remained
lying down in my cabin—I did not get along as well ia


128 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAT8.

the Bay of Bengal as in the Indian OeeaiK And you>
master, Phileas Fogg ?"

" Is in perfect health, and as punctual as his diary!
Not one day behind! Ah ! Monsieur Fix, you do not
know it, but we have a young lady with us also."

" A young lady!" replied the detective, who acted
exactly as if he did not understand what his companion
was saying.

But Passepartout soon gave him the thread of the
whole story. He related the incident of the pagoda in
Bombay, the purchase of the elephant at the cost of two
thousand pounds, the suttee affair, the abduction of
Aouda, the sentence of the Calcutta court, and their
freedom under bail. Fix, who knew the last portion- -
of these incidents, seemed not to know any of them, and
Passepartout gave himself up to the pleasure of telling
his ad ventures to a hearer who showed so much interest.

" But," asked Fix, at the end of the story, u does
your master intend to take this young woman to
Europe ?"

"Not at all, Monsieur Fix; not at all! We are
simply going to put her in charge of one of her
relatives, a rich merchant of Ilong Kong."

" Nothing to be done there," said the detective to
himself, concealing his disappointment. " Take a glass
of gin, Mr. Passepartout."

u With pleasure, Monsieur Fix. It is the least that
we should drink to our meeting aboard Uie Rangoon,*


TOUR OF THE WOULD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 129

CHAPTER XVIL

in which one thing and another is talked ABOUT

i during the trip from singapore to hong kong.

^ After this day, Passepartout and the detective met
frequently, but the latter maintained a very great re-
serve towards his companion, and he did not try to
make him talk. Once or twice only he had a glimpse
of Mr. Fogg, who was glad to remain in the grand
saloon of the Rangoon, either keeping company with
Mrs. Aouda, or playing at whist, according to the in-
variable habit.

i As for Passepartout, he thought very seriously over
the singular chance which had once more put Fix on
liis master's route. And, in fact, it was a little sur-
prising. This gentleman, very amiable and very com-
placent, certainly, whom they met first at Suez, who
embarked upon the Mongolia, who landed at Bombay,
where lie said that he would stop, whom they meet
again on the Rangoon, en route for Hong Kong—in a
word, following step by step the route marked out by
Mr. Fogg—he was worth the trouble of being thought
about. There was at least a singular coincidence in it
aif. What interest had Fix in it? Passepartout was
ready to bet his slippers—he had carefully preserved


130 TOUR OF TEE WOULD IN EIGHTY BATS.

them—that Fix would leave Hong Kong at the same
time as they, and probably on the same steamer.

If Passepartout had thought for a century, he would
never have guessed the detective's mission. He would
never have imagined that Pliileas Fogg was being
" followed/' after the fashion of a robber, around the
terrestrial globe. But as it is in human nature to give
an explanation for everything, Passepartout, suddenly
enlightened, interpreted in this way the permanent
presence of Fix, and, indeed, his interpretation was
very plausible. According to him Fix was, and could
be, only a detective sent upon Mr. Fogg's tracks by
his colleagues of the Reform Club, to prove that tliis
tour around the world was accomplished regularly,
according to the time agreed upon.

" That is plain! that is plain!" repeated the honest
fellow to himself, quite proud of his clearsightedness.
" He is a spy whom these gentlemen have put upoij
our heels. This is undignified! To have Mr. Fogg,
a man so honorable and just, tracked by a detective!
Ah! gentlemen of the Reform Club, that will cost
you dearly!"

Passepartout, delighted with his discovery, resolved,
however, to say nothing of it to his master, fearing
that he would be justly wounded at this mistrust
which his opponents showed. But he promised him-
self to banter Fix, as opportunity offered, with covert
allusions, and without committing himself.


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 131

On Wednesday, October 30, in the afternoon, the
Rangoon entered the Straits of Malacca, separating
the peninsula of that name from Sumatra. Mountain-
ous, craggy, and very picturesque islets concealed from
the passenger the view of this large island.

At four o'clock the next morning, the Rangoon,
having gained a half day on its time table, put in at
Singapore, to take in a new supply of coal.

Phileas Fogg noted this gain in the proper column^
and this time he landed, accompanying Mrs. Aouda,
who had expressed a desire to walk about for a few
hours.

Fix, to whom every act of Fogg seemed suspicious,
followed him without letting himself be noticed.
Passepartout, who was going to make his ordinary
purchases; laughed in petto seeing Fix?s maneuver.

The island of Singapore is neither large nor of an
imposing aspect. It is wanting in mountains, tjiat is
to say, in profiles. However, it is charming even in
its meagerness. It is a park laid out with fine roads.
An elegant carriage, drawn by handsome horses, such
as have been imported from New Holland, took Mrs.
Aouda and Phileas Fogg into the midst of massive
groups of palm trees, the brilliant foliage, and clove-
trees, the cloves of which are formed from the very
bud of the half-opened flower. There pepper plants
replaced the thorny hedges of European countries;
sage trees, and large fern? with their superb branches^


132 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY BAYS. ^

varied the aspect of this tropical region ; and nutmeg
trees with shining leaves impregnated the air with a
penetrating odor. Bands of monkeys, lively and
grimacing, were not wanting in the woods, nor per-
haps tigers in the jungles. Should any one be aston-
ished to learn that in this island, comparatively so
small, these terrible carnivorous animals were not de-
stroyed to the very last one, we may reply that they
come from Malacca, swimming across the straits.

After having driven about the country for two
hours, Mrs. Aouda and her companion—who looked a
little without seeing any thing—returned into the town,
a vast collection of heavy, flat-looking houses, sur-
rounded by delightful gardens, in which grow man-
goes, pineapples, and all the best fruits in the world.

At ten o'clock they returned to the steamer, having
"been followed, without suspecting it, by the detective,
who had also gone to the expense of a carriage.

Passepartout was waiting for them on the deck of
the Rangoon. The good fellow had bought a few
dozen of mangoes, as large as ordinary apples—dark
brown outside, brilliant red inside—and whose white
pulp, melting in the mouth, gives the true gourmet
an unexcelled enjoyment. Passepartout was only too
happy to offer them to Mrs. Aouda, who thanked him
very gracefully.

At eleven o'clock the Rangoon, having obtained a
full supply of coal, slipped from her moorings, and a


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN' EIGHTY DAYS. 13$

few hours later the passengers lost sight of the high
mountains of Malacca, whose forests shelter the most
beautiful tigers in the world.

About thirteen hundred miles separate Singapore
from the island of Hong Kong, a small English terri-
tory, detached from the Chinese coast. It was Phileas
Fogg's interest to accomplish this in six days at the
most, in order to take at Hong Kong the steamer
leaving on the 6th of November for Yokohama, one
of the principal ports of Japan.

The Rangoon was heavily laden. Many passengers
had come aboard at Singapore—Hindoos, Ceylonese,
Chinamen, Malays, and Portuguese—mostly second
class.

The weather, which had been quite fine until this
time, changed with the last quarter of the moon. The
6ea was high. The wind sometimes blew a gale, but
fortunately from the southeast, which favored the
movement of the steamer. When it was practicable,
the captain had the sails unfurled. The Rangoon,
brig-rigged, sailed frequently with its two topsails and
foresail, and its speed increased under the double im-
petus of steam and sail. The vessel thus made her
way over a short and sometimes fatiguing sea, along
the shores of Anam and Cochin China.

But the passengers would have to blame the Kan-
goon rather than the ocean for their sickness and fa*
tigue.


|34 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

In fact, the ships of the Peninsular Company, in
the China service, are seriously defective in their
construction. The proportion of their draught, when
loaded, to their depth of hold, has been badly calcula-
ted, and consequently they stand the sea but poorly.
Their bulk, closed, impenetrable to the water, is in-
sufficient. They are "drowned," to use a maritime
expression, and, in consequence, it does not take many
waves thrown upon the deck to slacken their speed.
These ships are then very inferior—if not in motive
power and steam escapes—to the models of the French
mail steamers, such as the Imperatrice and Cambodge.
Whilst, according to the calculations of the engineers,
the latter can take on a weight of water equal to their
own before sinking, the vessels of the Peninsular
Company, the Golconda, the Corea, and finally the
Kangoon, could not take on the sixth of their weight
without going to the bottom.

Great precautions had to be taken then in bad
weather. It was sometimes necessary to sail under a
small head of steam. This loss of time did not seem
to affect Phileas Fogg at all, but Passepartout was
much put out about it. He blamed the captain, the
engineer, and the company, and sent to old Nick all
those who had anything to do with the transportation
oi the passengers. Perhaps, also, the thought of the
gas burner still burning at his expense in the house in
Saville Row had a large share in his impatience.


TOUli OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS, 135

"Are you in a very great hurry to arrive at Hong
Kong?" the detective asked him one day.

"In a very great hurry!" replied Passepartout,,

" You think-.that Mr. Fogg is in a hurry to take the
Yokohama steamer?"

" In a dreadful hurry."

- " Then you believe now in' this singular voyage
> around the world ?"

"Absolutely. And you, Monsieur Fix?"

" I ? I don't believe in it."

"You're a sly fellow," replied Passepartout, wink-
ing at him.

This expression left the detective in a revery. The
epithet disturbed him without his knowing very well
why. Had the Frenchman guessed his purpose? He
did not know what to think. But how had Passepar-
tout been able to discover his capacity as a detective,
the secret of which he alone knew? And yet, in speak-
ing thus to him Passepartout certainly had an after-
thought.

It happened another day that the good fellow went
further. It was too much for him; he could no longer
hold his tongue.

"Let us see, Monsieur Fix," he asked his companion
in a roguish tone, " when we have arrived at Hong
Kong, shall we be so unfortunate as to leave you there ?"

"Oh," replied Fix, quite embarrassed, "I do not
know! Perhaps—"


136 tour of the would in eighty datb. \

" All!" said Passepartout, " if you accompany us, I
would be so happy! Let us see! An agent of the
Peninsular Company could not stop on the route!
You were only going to Bombay, and now you will
soon be in China. America is not far off, and from
America to Europe it is only a step!"

Fix looked attentively at his companion, who showed
the pleasantest face in the world, and he decided to
laugh with him. But the latter, who was in humor,
asked him if his business brought him in much?

"Yes and no," replied Fix without frowning.
" There are fortunate and unfortunate business enter-
prises. But you understand of course that I don't
travel at my own expense!"

"Oh, I am very sure of that," replied Passepartout,
laughing still louder.

The conversation finished, Fix returned to his cabin,
and sat down to think. He was evidently suspected.
In one way or another the Frenchman had recognized
liis capacity as a detective. But had he warned his
master? What role would he play in all this? Was
lie an accomplice or not ? Had they got wind of the
matter, and was it consequently all up ? The detective
Jpassed some perplexing hours there, at one time be-
lieving everything lost; at one time hoping that Fogg
was ignorant of the situation; and, finally, not know-
ing what course to pursue.

Meanwhile his brain became calmer, and he resolved


# TOUR OF THE WOULD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 137

to act frankly with Passepartout. If matters were not
in the proper shape to arrest Fogg at Ilong Kong, and
if Fogg was then prepared to leave finally the English
territory, he (Fix) would tell Passepartout everything.
Either the servant was the accomplice of his master,
and the latter knew everything, and in this case the
affair was definitely compromised, or the servant had
no part in the robbery, and then his interest would be
to abandon the robber.

Such was the respective situation of these two men,
and above them Phileas Fogg was hovering in bis
majestic indifference. He wad accomplishing ration-
ally his orbit around the world, without being troubled
by the asteroids gravitating around him.

And yet, in the vicinity, there was—according to the
expression of astronomers—a disturbing star which
ought to have produced a certain agitation in this gen-
tleman's heart. But no! The charm of Mrs. Aouda
did not act, to the great surprise of Passepartout, and
the disturbances, if they existed, would have been more
difficult to calculate than those of Uranus, which led to
the discovery of Neptune.

Yes! it was a surprise every day for Passepartout,
who read in the eyes of the young woman so much
gratitude to his master. Phileas Fogg had decidedly
heart enough for heroic actions, but for love, none at
all! As for the thoughts which the chances of the
journey might have produced in him, there was not a


138 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

trace. But Passepartout was living in a continual
trance. One day, leaning on the railing of the engine-
room, he was looking at the powerful engine, which
sometimes moved very violently when with the pitclb
ing of the vessel the screw would fly out of the water.
The steam then escaped from the valves, which pro-
voked the anger of the worthy fellow.

" These valves are not charged enough!" he cried.
"We are not going 1 Oh, these Englishmen! If we
were only in an American vessel, we would blow up,
perhaps, but we would go more swiftly!"

CHAPTER XYIII.

IN which phileas fogg, passepartout and fix jcach
goes about his own business.

During the last few days of the voyage the weather
was pretty bad. The wind became very boisterous.
Remaining in the northwest quarter, it impeded the
progress of the steamer. The Rangoon, too unsteady
already, rolled heavily, and tliep passengers quite lost
their temper over the long, tiresome waves which the
wind raised at a distance.

During the days of the 3d and 4tli of November it
was a sort of tempest. The squall struck the sea with
violence. The Rangoon had to go slowly for a half a


TOUR OF THE WOULD IN EIGHTY DATS. 139

day, keeping herself in motion with only ten'.revolu-
tions of the^screw, so as to lean with the waves. All

:liere was still too much

was very much diminished, and it was estimated that
she would arrive at Hong Kong twenty hours behind
time, and perfraps more, if the tempest did not cease.

Phileas FoggJooked intently at this spectacle of a
raging sea, which seemed to struggle directly against
him, with his customary impassibility. His brow did
not darken an instant, and yet a delay of twenty hours
might seriously interfere with his voyage, by making
him miss the departure of the Yokohama steamer.
But this man without nerves felt neither impatience
nor annoyance. It seemed truly as if this tempest
formed a part of his programme, and was foreseen.
Mrs. Aouda, who talked with her companion about
this mishap, found him as calm as in the past.

Fix did not look at these things in the same light.
On th^ contrary, this tempest pleased him very much.
His satisfaction would have known no bounds, if the
Rangoon had been obliged to fly before the violent
storm. All these delays suited him, for they would
oblige this man Fogg to remain some days at Hong
Kong. Finally the skies with their squalls and tem-
pests became his ally. He was a little sick, it is true,
but what did that matter? lie did not count his nau-

steamer, it may be imagined,


140 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

i

sea, and when his body was writhing under the sea*

a

sickness, his spirit was merry with the height of ita
satisfaction.	>

As for Passepartout, it may be guessed nt>w illy con-
cealed his anger was during this time of jfrial. Until
then everything had moved on so well! Land and sea
seemed to be devoted to his master. Ste|mers and rail-
ways obeyed him. Wind and steam combined to favor
his journey. Had the hour of mistako^tinally sounded ?
Passepartout, as if the twenty thousand pounds of the
wager had to come out of his purse, was no longer happy.
This tempest exasperated him, this squall put him in a
rage, and he would have gladly whipped the disobedi-
ent sea! Poor fellow! Fix carefully concealed from
him his personal satisfaction, and it was well, for if
Passepartout had guessed the secret delight of Fix, Fix
would have been roughly used.

Passepartout remained on the Rangoon's deck during
the entire continuance of the blow. He could not re-
main below; he climbed up in the masts; he astonished
the crew and helped at everything with die agility of
a monkey. A hundred times he questioned the cap-
tain, the officers, the sailors, who could not help laugh-
ing at seeing him so much out of countenance. Passe-
partout wanted to know positively how long the storm
would last. They sent him to the barometer, which
would not decide to ascend. Passepartout shook the
barometer, but nothing came of it, neither the shaking


1 TOUR OF THE WOULD IN EIGHTY DATS, 141

nor the insults that he heaped upon that irresponsible
instrument.

Finally the tempest subsided. The sea became
calmer on the 4th of November. The wind veered
two points to the south and again became favor-
able.

Passepartout cleared up with the weather. The top
sails and lower sails could be unfurled, and the Rangoon
resumed her route with marvellous swiftness.

But all the time lost could not be regained. They
could only submit, and land was not signalled until the
6th at five o'clock a.m. The diary of Phileas Fogg
put down the arrival of the steamer on the 5th, and she
did not arrive until the 6th, which was a loss of twenty-
four hours, and of course they would miss the Yoko-
hama steamer.

At six o'clock the pilot came aboard the Kangoon
and took his place on the bridge to guide the vessel
through the channels into the port of Hong Kong.

Passepartout was dying to ask this man whether the
Yokohama steamer had left Hong Kong. But he did
not dare, preferring to preserve a little hope until the
last moment. He had confided his anxiety to Fix, who
—the cunning fox—tried to console him by saying that
Mr. Fogg would be in time to take the next boat.
This put Passepartout in a towering rage.

But if Passepartout did not venture to ask the pilot,
Mr. Fogg, after consulting his Bradshaw, asked in


142 TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

Lis quiet manner of the said pilot if he knew when a
vessel would leave Hong Kong for Yokohama.

u To-morrow morning, at high tide," replied the pi*
lot.

"Ah," said Mr. Fogg, without showing any astonish*
ment.

Passepartout, who was present, would have liked to
hug the pilot, whose neck Fix would have wrung with
pleasure.

" What is the name of the steamer," asked Mr. Fogg*
The Carnatic," replied the pilot.

"Was she not to leave yesterday ?"

44 Yes, sir, but they had to repair one of her boilers,
and her departure has been put off nntil to-morrow."

" Thank you," replied Mr. Fogg, who, with his auto-
matic step, went down again into the saloon of the
Rangoon.

Passepartout caught the pilot's hand, and, pressing
it warmly, said:

" Pilot, you are a good fellow!"

The pilot doubtless never knew why his answers had
procured him this friendly expression. A whistle blew,
and he went again upon the bridge of the steamer and
guided her through the flotilla of junks, tankas, fishing-
oats, and vessels of all kinds which crowded the chan*
tiels of Hong Kong.

In an hour the Rangoon was at the wharf, and the
passengers landed.


TOUU OF TUB WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 143

It must be confessed that in this circumstance chance
had singularly served Phi leas Fogg. Without the ne-
cesity of repairing her boilers, the Carnatic would have
left on the 5th of November, and the passengers for
Japan would have had to wait a week for the departure
of the next steamer. Mr. Fogg, it is true, was twenty-
four hours behind time, but this delay could not have
any evil consequences for the rest of the journey.

In fact, the steamer which crosses the Pacific from
Yokohama to San Francisco was in direct connection
with the Hong Kong steamer, and the former could
not leave before the latter had arrived. Evidently they
would be twenty-four hours behind time at Yokohama,
but it would be easy to make them up during the voy-
age across the Pacific, lasting twenty-two days. Phil-
eas Fogg found himself, then, within about twenty-four
hours of the conditions of his programme thirty-five
days after leaving London.

The Carnatic not leaving until five o'clock the next
morning, Mr. Fogg had sixteen hours to attend to his
business—that is, that which concerned Mrs. Aouda.
On landing from the vessel, he offered his arm to the
young woman and led her to a palanquin. Pie asked
the men who carried it to point him out a hotel, and
they named the Club Hotel. The palanquin started,
followed by Passepartout, and twenty minutes after
they arrived at their destination.

An apartment was secured for the young woman, and


144 TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHT7 DATS.

Phileas Fogg saw that she was made comfortable^
Then he told Mrs. Aouda that he was going immedi-
ately to look for the relative in whose care he was to
leave her at Hong Kong. At the same time he ordered
Passepartout to remain at the hotel until his return, so
that the young woman should not be left alone.

The gentleman was shown the way to the Exchange.
There they would unquestionably know a personage
»uch as the honorable Jejeeh, who was reckoned amonp;
the richest merchants of the city.

The broker whom Mr. Fogg addressed did indeed
know the Parsee merchant. But for two years he had
not lived in China. Having made his fortune, he had
gone to live in Europe—in Holland, it was believed,
which was explained by the extensive correspondence
which he had had with that country during his life as
a merchant.

Phileas Fogg returned to the Club Hotel. He im-
mediately asked permission to see Mrs. Aouda, and
without any other preamble, told her that the honora-
ble Jejeeh was no longer living in Hong Kong, but
probably was living in Holland.

Mrs. Aouda did not reply at first. Passing her hand
over her forehead, she thought for a few moments, and
then said in her sweet voice:

" What ought I to do, Mr. Fogg ?"

" It is very simple," replied the gentleman. " Go on
to Europe."


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 145

" Bat I cannot abuse—"

"You do not abuse, and your presence does not at all
embarrass my programme. Passepartout!"

" Monsieur," replied Passepartout.

" Go to the Carnatic and engage three cabins."

Passepartout, delighted with continuing his voyage
in tlft company of the young woman, who was very
gracious to him, immediately left the Club Hotel.

CHAPTER XIX.

in which passepartout takes a little too lively
interest in iiis master, and what follows.

Hong Kong is only a small island secured to Eng-
land by the treaty of Nanking, after the war of 1842.
In a few years, the colonizing genius of Great Britain
had established there an important city, and created
the port Victoria. This island is situated at the mouth
of the Canton river, and sixty miles only separate it
from the Portuguese city of Macao, built on the other
shore. Hong Kong must necessarily vanquish Macao
in a commercial struggle, and now the greatest part of
the Chinese transportation is done through the Eng-
lish city. Docks, hospitals, wharves, warehouses, a
Gothic cathedral, a Government House, macadamized
streets, all would lead one to believe that one of the


14(5 TOUR OF THE WOULD IN EIGHTY DATS.

commercial cities of the counties of Kent or Surrey,
traversing the terrestrial sphere, had found a ^tice at
this point in China, nearly at its antipodes.

Passepartout, with his hands in his pockets, saun-
tered towards the port Victoria, looking at the palm*
quins, the curtained carriages still in favor in the Ce-
lestial Empire, and all the crowd of Chinese, Japanese
and Europeans hurrying along in the streets. Zn some
tilings, it was like Bombay, Calcutta, or Singapore
that the worthy fellow was finding again on his route.
There is thus a track of English towns all around the
world.

Passepartout arrived at Victoria port. There, at the
mouth of Canton river, was a perfect swarm of the
ships of all nations, English, French, American, Dutch
war and merchant vessels, Japanese or Chinese craft,
junks, sernpas, tankas, and even flower-boats, which
formed so many parterres floating 011 the waters.
Walking along, Passepartout noticed a certain number
of natives dressed in yellow, all of quite advanced age.
Having gone into a Chinese barber's to be shaved " a
la Chinese," he learned from Figaro in the shop, who
gpoke pretty good English, that these ancient men
were at least eighty years old, and that at this age they
had the privilege of wearing yellow, the Imperial
Color. Passepartout found this very funny, without
knowing exactly why.

His beard shaved, he repaired to the wharf from


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 14?

which the Carnatic would leave, and there he per*
ceived Fix walking up and down, at which he wTas not
at all astonished. But the detective showed upon his
face the marks of great disappointment.

" Good!" said Passepartout to himself; " that will
be bad for the gentleman of the Reform Olub 1"

And he accosted Fix with his merry smile, without
seeming to notice the vexed air of his companion.

Now, the detective had good reasons to fret about
the infernal luck which was pursuing hi in. N o war-
rant! It was evident that the warrant was running
after him, and that it could reach him only if he
stopped some days in this city. Now, Hong Kong
being the last English territory on the route, this Mr.
Fogg would escape him finally, if he did not succeed
in detaining him there.

" Well, Monsieur Fix, have you decided to come
with us as far as America ?" asked Passepartout.

"Yes," replied Fix between his closed teeth.

"Well, then!" cried Passepartout, shouting with
laughter. " I knew very well that you could not sep-
arate yourself from us. Come and engage your berth,
come!"

And both entered the ticket office and engaged cab-
ins for four persons. But the clerk told them that the
repairs of the Carnatic being completed,.the steamer
would leave at eight o'clock in the evening, and noli
the next morning, as had been announced.


14g TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

"Very good!" replied Passepartout, " tliat will suit
my master. I am going to inform him."

At this moment Fix took an extreme ^tep. He de-
termined to tell Passepartout everything. It was fche
only means, perhaps, that he had of retaining Phileas
Fogg for a few days in Hong Kong.

Leaving the office, Fix offered to treat his compan-
ion in a tavern. Passepartout had the time. He ac-
cepted Fix's invitation.

A tavern opened on the quay. It had an inviting
appearance. Both entered. It was a large room,
finely decorated, at the back of which was stretched a
camp bed, furnished with cushions. Upon this bed
were lying a certain number of sleepers.

Some thirty customers in the large room occupied
email tables of plaited rushes. Some emptied pints of
English beer, ale, or porter, others jugs of alcoholic
liquors, gin, or brandy. Besides, the most of them
wTere smoking long, red-clay pipes, stuffed with little
balls of opium mixed with essence of rose. Then,
from time to time, some smoker overcome would fall
down under the table, and the waiters of the establish-
ment, taking him by the head and feet, carried him
on to the camp-bed, alongside of another. Twenty of
these sots were thus laid side by side, in the last stage
of brutishness.

Fix and Passepartout understood that they had en,
tered a smoking-house haunted by those wretched, stu«


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peficd, lean, idiotic creatures, to whom mercantile Eng-
land sells annually ten millions four hundred thousand
pounds' worth of the fatal drug called opium. Sa&
millions are these, levied on one of the most destruc-
tive vices of human nature.

The Chinese Government has tried hard to remedy
such an abuse by severe laws, but in vain. From the
rich class, to whom the use of opium was at first for*
mally reserved, it has descended to the lower classes,
and its ravages can no longer be arrested. Opium ia
smoked everywhere and always in the Middle Empire,
Men and women give themselves up to this deplorable
passion, and when they are accustomed to inhaling the
fumes they can 110 longer do without it, except by
suffering terrible cramps in the stomach. A great
smoker can smoke as many as eight pipes a day, but he
dies in five years.

Now, it was in one of the numerous smoking houses
of this kind, which swarm even in Hong Kong, that
Fix and Passepartout had entered with the intention
of refreshing themselves. Passepartout had no money,
but he accepted willingly the " politeness" of his com-
panion, ready to return it to him at the proper time
and place.

They called for two bottles of port, to which the
Frenchman did full justice, whilst Fix, more reserved,
observed his companion with the closest attention.
They talked of one thing and another, and especially


150 TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS,,

of the excellent idea tliat Fix had of taking passage on
the Carnatic. The bottles now being empty, Passe-
partout rose to inform his master that the steamer
would leave several hours in advance of the time an-
nounced.

Fix detained him.

" One moment," he said.

" What do you wish, Monsieur Fix ?"

"I have some serious matters to talk to you about."

" Serious matters ?" cried Passepartout, emptying
the few drops of wine remaining in the bottom of his
glass. "Very well, we will talk about them to-mor-
row. I have not the time to-day."

" Remain," replied Fix. " It concerns your master."

Passepartout, at this phrase, looked attentively at
his questioner.

The expression of Fix's face seemed singular to him.
He took a seat again.

" What have you to say to me ?" he asked.

Fix placed his hand upon his companion's arm, and
lowering his voice, he asked him:

" You have guessed who I was."

" Parbleu !" said Passepartout, smiling.

" Then I am going to tell you everything."

"Now that I know everything, my friend. Ah!
that's pretty tough! But go on. But first let me tell
you that these gentlemen have put themselves to very
useless expense."


152 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

the same as stripping Monsieur Fogg and putting his
money in their pockets."

" Ah ! that is the very thing we are coining to!"

" But it is a trap!" cried Passepartout—who was
getting lively under the influence of the brandy with
which Fix was plying him, and which he drank with-
out noticing it — "a real trap 1 Gentlemen! Col-
leagues !"

Fix began to be puzzled.

" Colleagues!" cried Passepartout, " members of the
Reform Club! You must know, Monsieur Fix, that
my master is an honest man, and that, when he has
made a bet, he intends to win it fairly."

"But who do you think I am?" asked Fix, fasten-
ing his look upon Passepartout.

" Parbleu! an agent of the members of the Reform
Club with the mission to interfere with my master's
journey, which is singularly humiliating. So, although
it has been some time already since I guessed your
business, I have taken good care not to disclose it to
Monsieur Fogg."

"He knows nothing?" asked Fix quickly.

"Nothing," answered Passepartout, emptying hig
glass once more.

The agent passed his hand over his forehead. He
hesitated before continuing the conversation. What
ought he to do ? The error of Passepartout seemed
sincere, but it rendered his plan more difficult. It


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS, 153

was evident that this young man was speaking with
5 perfect good faith, and that he was not his master's
accomplice—which Fix had feared.

"Well," he said to himself, " since he is not his ao*
complice, he will aid me."

The detective had the advantage a second time.
Besides, he had no more time to wait. At any cost
Fogg must be arrested at Hong Kong.

" Listen," said Fix, in an abrupt tone, " listen care-
fully to me. I am not what you think—that is, an
agent of the members of the Reform Club—"

" Bah!" said Passepartout, looking at him in a jocose
way.

"I ain a police detective, charged with a mission by
the Metropolitan Government."

"You—a detective?"

"Yes, and I will prove it," replied Fix. "Here is
my commission."

And the agent, taking a paper from his pocket-book,
showed his companion a commission signed by the
Commissioner of the Central Police. Passepartout,
stunned, unable to articulate a word, looked at Fix.

"The bet of Mr. Fogg," continued Fix, "is only a
pretext of which you are the dupes, you and his col-
leagues of the Reform Club, for he had an interest
in assuring himself of your unconscious complicity."

" But why ?" cried Passepartout.

"Listen. The 28th of September, ultimo, a robbery


154 TOUR OF THE WOULD IN EIGHTY DATS,

of fifty-five thousand pounds was committed at tlio
Bank of England, by art individual whose descrip-
tion they were able to obtain. Now, look at thja
description, and it is feature for feature that of Mr,
Fogg."

" Humbug!" cried Passepartout, striking the tablq
with his clenched fist. " My master is the most honest
man in the world !"

"How do you know?" replied Fix. "You are not
even acquainted with him. You entered his service
the day of his departure, and be left precipitately,
under a senseless pretext, without trunks, and carry-
ing with him a large sum in bank-notes! And you
dare to maintain that he is an honest man ?"

" Yes, yes!" repeated the poor fellow mechanically.

"Do you wish, then, to be arrested as his accom-
plice ?"

Passepartout dropped his head in his hands. *H$
could no longer be recognized. He did not look 3$
the detective. Phileas Fogg, the deliverer of Aoudg,
the brave and generous man, a robber! And yet
how many presumptions there were against lrijn.
Passepartout tried to force back the suspicions wljlch
would slip into his mind. He would never believe in
his master's guilt.

"To conclude, what do-you want of me?" said lie to
the detective by a strong effort.

"See here," replied Fix, "I have tracked Mr, Fogg


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 155

to this -point, but I have not yet received the warrant
of arrest, for which I asked, from London. You must
help me, then, to keep him in Hong Kong^—"

" I! Help you!"

"And I will share with you the reward of tw^
thousand pounds promised by the Bank of Eng-
land !"

44 Never!" replied Passepartout, who wanted to rise,
and fell back, feeling his reason and his strength at
once escaping him.

"Monsieur Fix," he said, stammering, "even if
everything you. have told me should be true-—if my
master should be the robber whom you seek-*~which I
deny—I have been—I am in his service—I have seen
liim kind and generous—betray him—never—no, not
for all the gold in the world—I am from a village
where they don't eat that kind of bread!"

" You refuse?"

" I refuse."

" Treat it as if I had said fiotlnng," replied Fix,
46 and let's take a drink."

"All right, let's take a drfnkP

Passepartout felt himself more and more overcome
by intoxication. Fix, understanding that he must at all
hazards separate him from his master, wanted to finish
him. On the table w£re a few pipes filled with opium.
Fix slipped one inta Passepartout's hand, who took it,
lifted it to liis lipf, lighted it, took a few puffs, and


150 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAT&

fell over, his head stupefied under the influence of the
narcotic.

"At least," said Fix, seeing Passepartout out of the
way, "Mr. Fogg will not be informed in time of the
departure of the Carnatic, and if he leaves, he will
be at least without this Frenchman !"

Then he left, after paying his bill.

CHAPTER XX,

in which fix comes in direct contact with
piiileas fogg.

During this scene, which might perhaps seriously
interfere with his future, Mr. Fogg, accompanying
Mrs. Aouda, was taking a walk through the streets of
the English town. Since Mrs. Aouda accepted his
offer to take her to Europe, he had to think of all tlio
details necessary for so long a journey. That an
Englishman like him should make the tour of the
world with a carpet-bag in his hand, might pass; but
a lady could not undertake such a journey under the
game conditions. Hence, the necessity of buying
clothing and articles necessary for the voyage. Mr.
Fogg acquitted himself of his task with the quiet
characteristic of him, and he invariably replied to all


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS, 157

the excuses and objections of the young woman,
confused by so much kindness:

"It is the interest of my journey; it is in my
programme."

The purchases made, Mr. Fogg and the young
woman returned to the hotel, and dined at the tabU
d'hote, which was sumtpuously served. Then Mrs.
Aouda, a little tired, went up into her room, afte*
having shaken hands, English fashion, with her im-
perturbable deliverer.

He, Fogg, was absorbed all the evening in reading
the Times and the Illustrated London News.

If he had been a man to be astonished at anything
it would have been not to have seen his servant at the
hour for retiring. But knowing that the Yokohama
steamer was not to leave Hong Kong before the next
morning, he did not otherwise bother himself about
it. The next morning Passepartout did not come at
Mr. Fogg's ring.

What the honorable gentleman thought on learning
that his servant had not returned to the hotel, no one
could have said. Mr. Fogg contented himself with
taking his carpet-bag, calling for Mrs. Aouda, and
sending for a palanquin*

It was then eight o'clock, and high tide, of which
the Carnatic was to take advantage to go out through
the passes, was put down at half-past nine.

When the palanquin arrived at the door of the


158 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN El(jtlITT DAYS.

hotel, Mr. Fogg and Mrs. Aouda got into the com-
fortable vehicle, and tlieir baggage followed them on
a wheelbarrow.

Half an hour later the travellers dismounted on the
wharf, and there Mr. Fogg learned that the Carnatic
liad left the evening before.

y Mr. Fogg, who counted on finding at the same
time both the steamer and his servant, was compelled
to do without both. But not a sign of disappoint-
ment appeared upon his face; and, when Mrs. Aouda
looked at him with uneasiness, he contented himself
with replying:

"It is an incident, madame, nothing more."

At this moment a person who had been watching
him closely came up to him. It wras the detective,
Fix, who turned to him and said:

" Are you not, like myself, sir, one of the passen-
gers of the Rangoon, who arrived yesterday?"

" Yes, sir," replied Mr. Fogg coldly, "but I have
not the honor—"

"Pardon me, but I thought I would find your
servant here."

" Do you know where he is, sir ?" asked the young
woman quickly.

"What!" replied Fix, feigning surprise, "is he not
with you ?"

" No," replied Mrs„ Aonda. " lie has not returned


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 159

gince yesterday. Has he perhaps embarked without
us aboard the Carnatic ?"

""Without you, madame?" replied Fix. "But, ex-
cuse my question, you expected then to leave by thai
steamer ?"

" Yes, sir."

"I too, madame, and I am much disappointed.
The Carnatic, having completed her repairs, left
Hong Kong twelve hours sooner without warning
any one, and we must now wait a week for another
steamer!"

Fix felt his heart jump for joy in pronouncing
these words, " a week." A week ! Fogg detained a
week at Hong Kong! There would be time to re-
ceive the warrant of arrest. Chance would at last
declare for the representative of the law.

It may be judged then what a stunning blow he
received, when he heard Phileas Fogg say in his calm
voice:

" But there are other vessels than the Carnatic, it
seems to me, in the port of Hong Kong."

And Mr. Fogg, offering his arm to Mrs. A on da,
turned towards the docks in search of a vessel leaving.

Fix, stupefied, followed. It might have been said
that a thread attached him to this man.

However, chance seemed really to abandon him
whom it had served so well up to that time. Phileas
Fogg, for three hours, traversed the port in every


160 TOUR OF THE WORLD IJST EIGHTY DAYS.

direction, decided, if it was necessary, to charter a
vessel to take him to Yokohama; but he saw only
vessels loading or unloading, and which consequently
could not set sail. Fix began to hope again.

But Mr. Fogg was not disconcerted, and he was
going to continue his search if he had to go as far as
Macao, when he was accosted by a sailor on the end
of the pier.

"Your honor is looking for a boat?" said the sailor
to him, taking off his hat.

"You have a boat ready to sail?" asked Mr. Fogg.

"Yes, your honor, a pilot-boat, No. 43, the best in
the flotilla."

" She goes fast ?"

"Between eight and nine knots an hour, nearly the
latter. Will you look at her ?"

"Yes."

"Your honor will be satisfied. Is it for an excur-
sion ?"

"No; for a voyage."

" A voyage ?"

"You will undertake to convey me to Yokohama if"

The sailor, at these words, stood with arms ex-
tended and eyes starting from his head.

"Your honor is joking?" he said.

^ "No, I have missed the sailing of the Carnatic,
and I must be at Yokohama on the 14th, at tho
latest, to take the steamer for San Francisco."


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 161

" I regret it," replied the pilot, " but it is impos-
sible."

"I offer you one hundred pounds per day, and
a reward of two hundred pounds if I arrive m
time."

" You are in earnest ?" asked the pilot.

*	" Very much in earnest," replied Mr. Fogg.

•	The pilot withdrew to one side. He looked at the
sea, evidently struggling between the desire to gain
an enormous sum and the fear of venturing so far.
Fix was in mortal suspense.

During this time, Mr. Fogg had returned ta Mr».
Aouda.

" You will not be afraid, madame?" he asked,
"With you—110, Mr. Fogg," replied the young
Woman.

The pilot had come towards the gentleman again,
and was twisting his hat in his hands*

"Well, pilot?" said Mr. Fogg.

"Well, your honor," replied the pilot, "I can risk
neither my men, nor myself, nor yourself, in so long
a voyage on a boat of scarcely twenty tons, at this
time of the ^rear. Besides, we would not arrive in
time, for it is sixteen hundred and fifty miles from
Hong Kong to Yokohama."

" Only sixteen hundred," said Mr. Fogg,

" It is the same thing."

Fix took a good long breath.


162 TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

"But," added the pilot, "there'might perhaps be a
means to arrange it otherwise."

Fix did not breathe any more.

" How?" asked Phileas Fogg.

" By going to Nagasaki, the southern extremity of
Japan, eleven hundred miles, or only to Shanghai,
eight hundred miles from Hong Kong. In this last
journey, we would not be at any distance from the
Chinese coast, which would be a great advantage, all
the more so that the currents run to the north."

"Pilot," replied Phileas Fogg, "I must take the
American mail steamer at Yokohama, and not at
Shanghai or Nagasaki."

"Why not?" replied the pilot. "The San Fran-
cisco steamer does not start from Yokohama. She
stops there and at Nagasaki, but her port of departure
is Shanghai."

" You are certain of what you are saying?"

" Certain."

" And when does the steamer leave Shanghai V*

" On the 11th, at seven o'clock in the evening.
We have then four days before us. Four days, that
is ninety-six hours, and with an average of eight
knots an hour, if we have good luck, if the wind
keeps to the southeast, if the sea is calm, we can make
the eight hundred miles which separate us from
Shanghai."

" And you can leave—w


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"In an hour, time enough to buj my provisions
and hoist sail."

* It is a bargain—you are the master of the boat V
u Yes, John Bunsby, master of the Tankadere."
" Do you wish some earnest money ?"

u If it does not inconvenience your honor.'9
" Here are two hundred pounds on account— Sir,'f
added Phileas Fogg, turning toward Fix, "if you
wish to take advantage—"

"Sir," answered Fix, resolutely, "I was going to
ask this favor of you."

''WelL In half an hour we will be on board."
u But this poor fellow—" said Mrs. Aouda, whom
Passepartout's disappearance worried very much.

" I am going to do all I can to find him," replied
Phileas Fogg.

And while Fix, nervous, feverish, angry, repaired
to the pilot-boat, the two others went to the police
station at Hong Kong. Phileas Fogg gave there
Passepartout's description, and left a sufficient sum to
find him. The same formality was carried out at the
French consular agent's, and the palanquin having
Btopped at the hotel whefe the baggage had been
taken, took the travellers back to the outer pier.

Three o'clock struck. The pilot-boat, No. 43, her
crew on board, and her provisions stowed away, was
ready to set sail.

I She was a charming little schooner of twenty tons


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS lf>5

The detective felt somewhat humiliated by thus
taking advantage of Mr. Fogg's kindnesses.

" Surely," he thought, " he is a very polite rogue,
but he is a rogue!"

At ten minutes after three the sail3 were hoisted.
The English flag was flying at the gaff of the
schooner. The passengers were seated on deck. Mr.
Fogg and Mrs. Aouda cast a last look at the wharf,
in hopes of seeing Passepartout.

Fix was not without apprehension, for chance
might have brought to this place the unfortunate
young man whom he had so indignantly treated, and
then an explanation would have taken place, from
which the detective would not have got out to
advantage. But the Frenchman did not show him-
self, and doubtless the stupefying narcotic still held
him under its influence.

Finally, Master John Bunsby ordered to start, and
the Tankadere, taking the wind under her brigantine
foresail and standing jib, flew out in the sea bound-
ing.


1G6 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

CHAPTEH XXL

in which the master of the tankadere rusts grea*

risk of losing a rewa^t) of two hundred pounds.

This voyage of eight hundred miles, undertaken in
a craft of twenty tons, Und especially in that season of
the year, was venturesdine. The Chinese seas are gen-
erally rough, exposed to terrible blows, principally dur-
ing the equinoxes, add this was in the first days of
November.

It would have ve#y evidently been to the advantage
of the pilot to take Lis passengers so far as Yokohama,
as he was paid so riluch per day. But it would have
been great imprudence on his part to attempt such a
voyage under sudh conditions, and it was a bold act, if
not a rash one> to go as far as Shanghai. But John
Bunsby had confidence in his Tankadere, which rode
the waves like a gull, and perhaps he was not wrong.

During the later hours of this day the Tankadere
sailed through tlie capricious channels of Hong-Kong,
and, in all her Inovements, from whatever quarter the
wind came, sh$ behaved handsomely.

" I do not n8ed, pilot," said Phileas Fogg, the mo-
ment the schooner touched the open sea, " to recom-
mend to you Hill possible diligence."


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY BAYS: 1G7

"Tour honor may depend upon me," replied John
Bnnsby. " In the matter pf sails, we are carrying all
that the wind will allow us to carry. Our poles would
add nothing, and would only interfere with the sailing
of our craft."

"It is your trade, and not mine, pilot, and I trust to
you."

Phileas Fogg, his body erect and legs wide apart,
Standing straight as a sailor, looked at the surging sea
without staggering. The young woman seated aft felt
quite affected looking at the oce^n, already darkened
by the twilight, which she was braying upon so frail a
craft. Above her head were unfurled the white sails,
looking in space like immense wingp. The schooner,
impelled by the wind, seemed to fly through the air.

Night set in. The moon was entering her first
quarter, and her scanty light was soon extinguished in
the haze of the horizon. Clouds werQ rising from the
east, and already covered a portion of the heavens.

The pilot had put his lights in portion—an indis-
pensable precaution to take in these se$$, so much fre-
quented b}7 vessels bound landward. Collisions were
not rare, and at the rate she was goingt the schooner
would be shattered by the least shock.

Fix was dreaming forward on the vessel. He kept
himself apart, knowing Fogg naturally to be not much
of a talker. Besides, he hated to speals to this man,
whose accommodations he had accepted. He was


168 TOUR OF TEE WORLD m EIGHTY DATS.

thinking tlms of the future. It appeared certain to
him that Mr. Fogg would not stop at Yokohama, that
he would immediately take the San Francisco steamer
to reach America, whose vast extent would assure hiin
impunity with security. It seemed to him that PhiU
eas Fogg's plan could not be simpler.

Instead of embarking in England for the United
States, like a common rogue, this Fogg had made the
^ grand rounds, and traversed three quarters of the globe,
in order to gain more surely the American continent,
where he would quietly consume the large sum stolen
from the bank, after having thrown the police off his
.track. But, once upon the soil of the United States,
what would Fix do ? Abandon this man ? No, a hun-
dred times no! And until he had obtained an extra-
dition order he would not leave him for an instant. It
was his duty, and he would fulfil it to the end. In
any event, one happy result had been obtained. Passe-
partout was no longer with his master; and, especially
after the confidence Fix had reposed in him, it was
important that the master and servant should never
see each other again.

Phileas Fogg was constantly thinking of his servant,
t.who had disappeared so singularly. After having
thought over everything, it seemed not impossible to
him that, in consequence of a misunderstanding, the
poor fellow had set sail upon the Carnatic at the last
moment. It was the opiuion of Mrs. Aouda also, who


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regretted very much this good servant, to whom she
owed so much. It might be that they would find him
again at Yokohama, and if the Carnatic had taken him
thither, it would be easy to find it out.

Towards ten o'clock the breeze began to freshen.
Perhaps it would have been prudent to take in a reef,
but the pilot, having carefully examined the state oi
the heavens, left the rigging as it was. Besides the
Tankadere carried sail admirably, having a deep draft
of water, and everything was prepared to go rapidly,
in case of a gale.

At midnight Phileas Fogg and Mrs. Aouda de*
Bcended into the cabin. Fix had preceded them, and
was stretched on one of the cots. As for the pilot and
his men, they remained on deck all night.

The next day, the 8th of November, at sunrise, the
schooner had made more than one hundred miles. Her
course, frequently tried, showed that the average of
her speed was between eight and nine knots an hour.
The Tankadere carried full sail, and in this rig she ol>
tained the maximum of rapidity. If the wind kept
the same, the chances were in her favor.

The Tankadere, during the whole day, did not go
far from the coast, whose currents were favorable to
her, and which was five miles off at the most from her
larboard quarter, and irregularly outlined appeared
sometimes across the clearings. The wind coming
from the land was, on that account, not quite so strong,


170 TOUR OF THE WORLD IK EI&HTY DAYS.

a fortunate circumstance for the schooher, for vesselfl
of a small tonnage suffer above all from the roll of the
sea, whieli interferes with their speed, " killing" them,
to use the sailors' expression.

Towards noon tlie breeze abated a little and set in
from the southeast. The pilot put up his poles; but
at the end of two hours it was necessary to tafcfe them
down, as the wind freshened up again.

Mr. Fogg and the young woman, very fortunately
unaffected by seasickness, ate with a good appetite the
preserves and the ship biscuit. Fix was invited td
share tlieir repast, and was compelled to accept, know-
ing very well that it is as necessary to ballast stomachs
as vessels, but it vexed him! To travel at this man's
expense, to be fed from his provisions, was rather
against his grain. He ate, daintily, it is true, but finally
he ate.

However, this repast finished, he took Mr. Fogg aside
and said to him:

" Sir—"

" This " sir" scorched his lips, and he controlled
himself so as not to collar this "gentleman !"

" Sir, you have been very kind to offer me a pas-
sage on your vessel. But, although my resources do
not permit me to expend as freely as you, I intend to
pay my share—"

" Let us not speak of that, sir," replied Mr. Fogg.

" But, if I insist—"


mpr OF THE WOULD IN EIGHTY DATS. \T\

"N$, sir/' repeated Fogg, in a tone which did not
adi^t of reply. " That will enter into the general ex-
p^ipes."

Fix bowed; he had a stifling feeling, and going for*
ward, he lay down, and did not say a word more dur-
ing the day.

In the meantime they were moving on rapidly.
John Bunsby had high hopes. He said to Mr. Fogg
several times that they would arrive at Shanghai at the
desired time. Mr. Fogg simply replied that he counted
on it. The whole crew went to work in earnest. The
reward enticed these good people. So there was not
a sheet which was not conscientiously tightened! Not
a sail which was not vigorously hoisted ! Not a lurch
for which the man at the helm could be blamed! They
would not have manoeuvred more rigorously in a re*
gatta of the Koyal Yacht Club.

In the evening, the pilot marked on the log a dis-
tance of two hundred and twenty miles from Hong
Kong, and Phileas Fogg might hope that on arriving
at Yokohama he would not have to note any delay in
his journal. Thus, the first serious mischance that he
had suffered since his departure from London would
probably not affect his journey worth mentioning.

During the night, towards the early morning hours,
the Tankadere entered, without difficulty, the Stmts
of Fo Kien, which separate the large Island of For-
mosa from the Chinese coast, and she crossed the


172 TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

Tropic of Cancer. The sea was very rough in these
straits, full of eddies formed by counter-currents. The
schooner labored heavily. The short waves broke her
course. It became very difficult to stand up on the
deck.

With daybreak, the wind became fresher. There
was the appearance of a squall in the heavens. Be-
sides, the barometer announced a speedy change of the
atmosphere ; its daily movement was irregular, and the
mercury oscillated capriciously. The sea was seen
rising towards the southeast in long swells betokening
a tempest. The evening before the sun had set in a
red haze, amid the phosphorescent scintillations of the
ocean.

The pilot examined the threatening aspect of the
sky for a long time, and muttered between his teeth
indistinctly. At a certain moment, finding himself
near his passenger, he said in a low voice:

" Can I speak freely to your honor ?"

"You can," replied Phileas Fogg.

"Well, we are going to have a squall.'1

"Will it come from the north or the south?" asked
Mr. Fogg simply.

" From the south. See. A typhoon is coming up."

" Good for the typhoon from the south, since it will
jsend us in the right direction," replied Mr. Fogg.

" If you take it so," replied the pilot, " I have noth-
ing more to say."


TOUR OF THE WOULD IN EIGHTY DATS. 173

John Bunsby's presentiments did not deceive him.
At a less advanced season of the year, the typhoon, ac-
cording to the expression of a celebrated meteorologist,
would have passed off like a luminous cascade of elec-
tric flames, but in the winter equinox it was to be
feared that it would burst with violence.

The pilot took his precautions in advance. He had
all the schooner's sails reefed, and the yards brought
on deck. The pole-masts were dispensed with. All
hands went forward. The hatches were carefully fast-
ened. Not a drop of water could then enter the hull
of the vessel. A single triangular sail, a foresail of
strong canvas, was hoisted as a storm-jib, so as to hold
the schooner to the wind behind. And they waited.

John Bunsby had begged his passengers to go down
into the cabin; but in the narrow space, almost de-
prived of air, and knocked about by the waves, this
imprisonment had in it nothing agreeable. Neither
Mr. Fogg, nor Mrs. Aouda, nor even Fix was content-
ed to leave the deck.

Towards eight o'clock the storm of rain and wind
struck the deck. "With nothing but her little bit of
Bail, the Tankadere was raised like a feather by the
wind, the violence of which could not well be described
in words. Compare her speed to quadruple that of a
locomotive rushing along under full head of steam, and
it would still be below the truth.

During the whole day the vessel ran on thus to*


174 TOUU OF THE WOULD ffl EIGHTY DATS.

wards the north, carried by the tremendous wares,
preserving, fortunately a rapidity equal to theirs.
Twenty times she was almost submerged by these
mountains of water which rose upon her from the rear,
but an adroit turn of the helm by the pilot waited ofi
the catastrophe. The passengers were sometimes cov-
ered all over by the showers of spray, which they re-
ceived philosophically. Fix did not like it, doubtless,
but the intrepid Aouda, with her eyes fixed upon her
companion, whose coolness she could only admire,
showed herself worthy of him, and braved the storm
at his side. As for Phileas Fogg, it seemed as if this
typhoon formed a part of his programme.

Up to this time the Tankadere had always held her
course towards the north; but, toward evening, as
might have been feared, the wind, shifting three quar-
ters, blew from the northwest. The schooner, now
having her side to the waves, was terribly shaken.
The sea struck her with a violence well calculated to
terrify any one who does not know how solidly every
part of a vessel is fastened together.

"With nightfall the tempest grew wilder. Seeing
darkness come on, and with it the increase of the
storm, John Bunsby felt great uneasiness. He asked
himself if it would not be time to put in somewhere,
and he consulted his crew.

His men consulted, John Bunsby approached Mr.
Fogg, and said to him:


TOUR OF TEE WORLD IJSr EIGHTY DATS.. 175

u I believe, your honor, that we would do well to
make one of the ports of the coast."

" I believe so, also," replied Phileas Fogg,

" Ah!" said the pilot, " but which one ?"

" I only know one," replied Mr. Fogg, quietly.

" And that is—?"

"Shanghai!"

The pilot could not at first comprehend for a few
moments what this answer meant; how much obsti-
nacy and tenacity it comprised. Then he cried :

" Ah well, yes ! your honor is right. On to Shang-
hai !"

And the direction of the Tankadere was unwaver-
ingly kept to the north.

It was truly a terrible night! It was a miracle that
the little craft did not capsize. Twice she was sub-
merged, and everything would have been carried off
the deck, if the fastening of the ropes had given way.
Mrs. Aouda was worn out, but she did not utter a
complaint. More than once Mr. Fogg had to rush to-
wards her to protect her from the violence of the waves.

Daylight reappeared. The tempest was still raging
with the greatest fury. However, the wind fell again
into the southeast. It was a favorable change, and the
Tankadere resumed her way on this high sea, whose
waves then struck those produced by the new direction
of the wind. Thence a shock of counter-rolling waves,
which would have crushed a less solidly built bark.


176 TOUR OF THE WOULD IN ETQUTY DAYS.

From time to time through the broken mist the coast
could be perceived, but not a ship in sight. The Tan*
kadere was the only one keeping the sea.

At noon there were some signs of a calm, which,
with the sinking of the sun towards the horizon, were
more distinct.

The short duration of the tempest was owing to its
yery violence. The passengers, completely worn out,
could eat a little and take some rest.

The night was comparatively quiet. The pilot had
the sails again hoisted at a low reef. The speed of the
vessel was considerable. The next day, the 11th, at
daydawn, the coast being sighted, John Bunsby was
able to assert that they were not one hundred miles
from Shanghai.

One hundred miles, and only this day left to make
the distance ! That very evening Mr. Fogg ought to
arrive at Shanghai, if he did not wish to miss the de-
parture of the Yokohama steamer. Without this
storm, during which he lost several hours, he would
not, at this moment, have been thirty miles from
port.

The breeze sensibly slackened, but fortunately the
sea fell with it. The schooner was covered with can-
vas. Poles, stay-sails, counter-jibs, all were carried,
and the sea foamed under her keel.

At noon, the Tankadere was not more than forty-five
miles from Shanghai. She had six hours more to


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make that port before the departure of the steamer for
Yokohama.

The fears of all were great; they wanted to arrive
at any cost. All felt their hearts impatiently beating—•
Phileas Fogg doubtless excepted. The little schooner
must keep up an average of nine knots an hour, and
the wind was constantly going down! It was an ir-
regular breeze, with capricious puffs coming from the
coast. They passed, and the sea became more smooth
immediately after.

But the vessel was so light, and her high 6ails, of a
fine material, caught the capricious breeze so well that,
with the current in their favor, at six o'clock John
Bunsby counted only ten miles to Shanghai river, for
the city itself is situated at a distance of twelves miles
at least above the mouth.

At seven o'clock they were still three miles from
Shangai. A formidable oath escaped from the pilot's
lips. It was evident that the reward of two hundred
pounds was going to slip from him. He looked at
Mr. Fogg. Mr. Fogg was impassible, and yet his
whole fortune was at stake at this moment.

At this moment, too, a long, black funnel, crowned
with a wreath of # smoke, appeared on the edge of the
water. It was the American steamer going at the
regular hour.

"Maledictions on her!" cried John Bunsby, who
pushed back the rudder desperately.


178 TOUR OF TILE WOULD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

" Signal her !'' said Phileas Fogg, simply.

A small brass cannon stood on the forward deck of
the Tankadere. It served to make signals in hazy
weather.

The cannon was loaded to the muzzle, but at the
moment that the pilot was going to apply a red-hot
coal to the touch-hole, Mr. Fogg said:

" Hoist your flag."

The flag was hoisted half-mast It was a signal of
distress, and it was to be hoped that the American
steamer, perceiving it, would change her course for a
moment to assist the little craft.

" Fire!" said Mr. Fogg.

And the booming of the little cannon sounded
through the air.

CHAPTER XXII.

fcf WHICn passepartout sees very well that, even
at the antipodes, it is prudent to have some
money in one's pocket.

The Carnatic having left Hong Kong on the 6th of
November, at half-past six p.m., turned under full
head of steam towards the Japanese shores. She car-
ried a full load of freight and passengers. Two cabins
aft were unoccupied. They were the ones retained
for Mr. Phileas Fogg.


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 179

The next morning the men in the forward part of
the vessel saw, not without some surprise, a passenger,
with half-stupefied eyes and disordered head, coming
out of the second cabin, and with tottering steps taking
a seat on deck.

This passenger was Passepartout himself. This is
what happened:

Some minutes after Fix left the smoking-liouse two
waiters raised Passepartout, who was in a deep sleep,
and laid him on the bed reserved for the smokers.
But, three hours later, Passepartout, pursued even in
his bad dreams by a fixed idea, woke again and strug-
gled against the stupefying action of the narcotic.
The thought of unaccomplished duty shook off his
torpor. He left this drunkard's bed, reeling, support-
ing himself by the wall, falling and rising, but always
and irresistibly urged on by a sort of instinct. He
finally went out of the smoking-liouse, crying in a
dream, " the Carnatic! the Carnatic !"

The steamer was there, steam up, ready to leave.
Passepartout had only a few steps to go. lie rushed
upon the plank, crossed it, and fell unconscious on the
forward deck at the moment that the Carnatic was
slipping her moorings.

Some of the sailors, as men accustomed to these kind
of scenes, took the poor fellow down into a second
cabin, and Passepartout only waked the next morning,
one hundred and fifty miles from the Chinese coast.


180 TOUR OF THE WOULD IN EIGHTY DATS.

Tliis is then why Passepartout found himself this
morning on the Carnatic's deck, taking full draughts
of the fresh sea-breezes. The pure air sobered him.
fie commenced to collect his ideas, but he did not
succeed without difficulty. But, finally, he recalled
the scenes of the day before, the confidences of Fix,
the smoking-house, etc.

" It is evident," he said to himself, that I have
been abominably drunk! What will Mr. Fogg say?
In any event I have not missed the steamer, and this is
the principal thing."

Then, thinking of Fix, he said to himself:

" As for him, I hope we are now rid of him, and
thnt he has not dared, after what he proposed to me,
to follow us on the Carnatic. A police detective on
my master's heels, accused of the robbery committed
upon the Bank of England! Pshaw! Mr. Fogg is as
much a robber as I am a murderer!"

Ought Passepartout to tell these things to his mas-
ter? Would it be proper to inform him of the part
plaj^ed by Fix in this affair? Would it not be better
to wait until his return to London, to tell him that an
agent of the Metropolitan police had followed him,
and then have a laugh with him? Yes, doubtless. In
any event, it was a matter to be looked into. The
most pressing thing was to rejoin Mr. Fogg and beg*
him to pardon him for his inexcusable conduct.

Passepartout then rose. The sea was rough, and


TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 181

the ship rolled heavily. The worthy fellow—his legs
not very steady yet—reached as well as he could the
after-deck of the ship.

He saw no one on the deck that resembled either his
hiaster or Mrs. Aouda.

" Good," said he, " Mrs. Aouda is still abed at this
hour. As for Mr. Fogg, he has probably found some
whist-player, and according to his habit—"

So saying, Passepartout descended to the saloon,
Mr. Fogg was not there. Passepartout had but one
thing to do: to ask the purser which cabin Mr. Fogg
occupied. The purser replied that lie did not know
an}' passenger of that name.

" Pardon me," said Passepartout, persisting. " The
gentleman in question is tall, cold, non-communicative,
accompanied by a young lady—"

"We have no young lady on board," replied the
purser. a To convince you, here is the list of pas-
sengers. You can examine it." Passepartout looked
over the list. His master's name did not appear. He
felt bewildered. Then an idea struck him.

"Ah! but see! I am on the Carnatic ?" he cried.

"Yes," replied the purser.

" En route for Yokohama ?"

" Exactly so."

Passepartout had for a moment feared that lie had
mistaken the vessel! But though he was on the Car-
natic, he was certain that his master was not there.


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 183

At high tide on the morning of the 13th,'the Car-
natic entered the port of Yokohama.

This place is an important stopping point in the Pa-
cific, where all the mail and passenger steamers be-
tween North America, China, Japan, and the Malay
Inlands put in. Yokohama is situated on the bay of
Jeddo, at a short distance from that immense city, the
second capital of the Japanese Empire, formerly the
residence of the Tycoon, at the time that civil emperor
existed, and the rival of Miako, the large city in which
the Mikado, the ecclesiastical emperor, the descendant
of the gods, lives.

The Carnatic came alongside the wharf at Yoko-
hama near the jetties of the port and the Custom
House, in the midst of the numerous vessels belonging
to all nations.

Passepartout set foot, without any enthusiasm, on
this so curious soil of the Sons of the Sun. He had
nothing better to do than to take chance for his guide,
and to go at a venture through the streets of the
city.

Passepartout found himself at first in an absolutely
European city, with its low-front houses ornamented
with verandas, under which showed elegant peristyles,
and which covered with its streets, its squares, its
docks, its warehouses, the entire space comprised be-
tween "Treaty Promontory" and the river. There,
as at Hong Kong, and as at Calcutta, there was a cod*


184 tour of the world in eighty days.

fused swarm of people of all races, Americans, English,
Chinese, Dutch, merchants ready to sell everything
and to buy everything, in the midst of whom tha
Frenchman found himself as strange as if he had been
cast into the Hottentot country.

Passepartout had, it is true, one resource: it was to
make himself known at the French or English Consu-
lar Agent's established at Yokohama; but he hated to
tell his story, so intimately connected with that of his
master, and before coming to that, he wished to ex-
haust all other chances.

Then, having gone through the European quarter
of the city without chance having served him in any-
thing, he entered the Japanese quarter, decided, if it
Was necessary, to push on to Jeddo.

This native portion of Yokohama is called Ben ten,
from the name of a goddess of the sea, worshipped in
the neighboring islands. There were to be seen splen-
did avenues of firs and cedars; the sacred gates of a
strange architecture; bridges half hid in the midst of
bamboos and reeds; temples sheltered under the im-
mense and melancholy shade of aged cedars, retreats
in the depths of which vegetated the priests of Bud-
dhism and the sectaries of the religion of Confucius;
interminable streets in which could have been gathered
a whole crop of children, rose-tinted and red-cheeked,
good little people that might have been cut out of
some native screen, and which were playing in the


TOUR OF THE WOULD IK EIGHTY DATS. 185

midst of short-legged poodles, and yellowish, tailless
cats, very indolent, and very affectionate.

In the streets there was a constant swarm, going and
coining incessantly ; priests passing in procession, beat-
ing their monotonous tambourines; patrolmen, Custom'
House or police officers, with pointed hats incrusted
with lac, and carrying two sabres in their belts; soldiers
dressed in blue cottonade, with white stripes, and armed
with percussion muskets; guards of the Mikado, envel-
oped in their 6ilken doublets, with hauberk and coat-of-
mail, and a number of other military men of all ranks
—for in Japan the profession of a soldier is as much
esteemed as it is despised in China. Then, mendicant
friars, pilgrims in long robes, simple civilians, with
their glossy and jet-black hair, large heads, long bust,
slender legs, short stature, and complexions from the
dark shades of copper to dead white, but never yellow
like that of the Chinese, from whom the Japanese dif-
fer essentially. Finally, between the carriages, the
palanquins, the horses, the porters, the curtained
wheelbarrows, the " norimons" with lac-covered sides,
and the substantial "cangos," genuine bamboo lit-
ters, were seen moving some homely women, with
tightly-drawn eyes, sunken chests, and teeth blackened
according to the fashion of the time, taking short steps
with their little feet, upon which were canvas shoes,
straw sandals, or clogs of worked wood. They also
wore with elegance the national garment, the "kiri


186 TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.'

mou," a 6ort of dressing-gown, crossed with a silk
scarf, whose broad girdle expanded behind into an ex-
travagant knot, which the modern Parisian ladies seem
to have borrowed from the Japanese.

Passepartout walked for some hours in the midst of
this checkered crowd, looking at the curious and rich
shops; the bazaars where are heaped up all the display
of Japanese jewelry ; the restaurants, adorned with
streamers and banners, into which he was interdicted
from entering; and those tea-houses in which are drank
full cups of the warm, fragrant tea, with " saki"—a
liquor extracted from fermented rice—and those com-
fortable smoking-houses, where very fine tobacco is
smoked, and not opium, whose use is almost unknown
in Japan.

Then Passepartout found himself in the fields, in the
midst of immense rice fields. There were expanding,
with flowers which threw out their last perfumes, daz-
zling camellias,not borne upon shrubs,but upon trees;
and in the bamboo enclosures, cherry, plum, and apple
trees, which the natives cultivate rather for their blos-
soms than for their fruit, and which grinning scare-
crows protect from the beak of the sparrows, the pig-
eons, the crows, and other voracious birds. There was
not a majestic cedar which did not shelter some large
eagle; not a weeping willow which did not cover with
its foliage some heron, sadly perched on one foot ;
while, finally, in all directions there were rooks, ducks,


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 187

hawks, wild geese, and a large number of those cranes
which the Japanese treat as u lords," and which sym-
bolize for them long life and good fortune.

Wandering thus, Passepartout saw some violets
among the grass, and said:

" Good ! there is my supper."

But having smelt them, he found no odor in them.

"No chance there!" he thought.

The good fellow had certainly had the foresight to
breakfast as heartily as possible before he left the Car-
natic ; but after walking around for a day lie felt that
his stomach was very empty. lie had noticed that
sheep, goats, or pigs were entirely wanting at the stalls,
of the native butchers; and as he knew that it is a sac-
rilege to kill beeves, kept only for the needs of agri-
culture, he concluded that meat was scarce in Japan,
lie was not mistaken ; but in default of butcher's meat,
his stomach would have accommodated itself very well
to quarters of deer or wild boar, some partridges or
quails, some poultry or fish, with which the Japanese
feed themselves almost exclusively, with the product
of the rice fields. But he had to put a brave heart
against ill luck, and postponed to the next day the care
of providing for his nourishment.

Night came on. Passepartout returned to the native
quarter, and wandered in the streets in the midst of
the many colored lanterns, looking at the groups of
dancers, executing their feats of agility, and the astrol-


TOUR OF THE WORLD IW EIGHTY DATS. 189

to be lovers of music, since everything with them waa
done to the sound of the cymbals, the tam-tam, and
drums, and they could not but appreciate the talents of
a European amateur.

But, perhaps, he was a little early to organize a con-
cert, and the dilettanti, unexpectedly wakened, would,
perhaps, not have paid the singer in money with the
Mikado's likeness.

Passepartout decided, then, to wait a few hours j
but in sauntering along the thought came to him that
he would look too well dressed for a wandering artist,
and the idea struck him to exchange his clothing for a
suit more in harmony with his position. This ex.
change would besides produce a sum which he could
immediately apply to satisfying his appetite.

This resolution taken, it only remained to execute
it. It was only after a long search that Passepartout
found a native clothes dealer, to whom he told his
want. The European garments pleased the man, and
soon Passepartout came out wrapped in an old Japan-
ese robe, and on his head a sort of one-sided turban,
discolored by the action of the weather. But in re-
turn, a few small pieces of money jingled in his
pocket.

" Good," he thought, " I will fancy that we are in
the carnival!"

Passepartout's first care, thus " Japan esed," was to
enter a teahouse of modest appearance, and there, with


190 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

come remains of poultry and a few liandfuls of ncesj
he breakfasted like a man for whom dinner would be
still a problem to be solved. " Now," lie said to him-
self, when he had taken hearty refreshment, "the
question is not to lose my head. I have no longer the
resource of selling this garment for another still more
Japanese. I must then consider the means of getting
away as promptly as possible from this country of the
Sun, of which I will preserve but a sorry recollection."

Passepartout then thought of visiting the steamers
fcbout to set sail for America. He counted on offering
Aimself in the capacity of cook or servant, asking only
his pa&&ge and his meals as his entire compensation.
Once at San Francisco, he would see how he would
get out of his scrape. The important thing was to
traverse these four thousand seven hundred miles of
3ie Pacific stretching between Japan and the New
World.

Passepartout, not being a man to let an idea lan-
guish, turned towards the port of Yokohama. But as
he approached the docks, his plans, which had ap-
peared so simple to him at the moment when he had
the idea, seemed more and more difficult of execution.
Why should they need a cook or servant aboard an
American steamer, and what confidence would he in-
spire, muffled up in this manner? What recommen-
dations would be of any service? What references
•ould he give-?


TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY BAYS. 101

r

As he was thus reflecting, his eyes fell upon an im-
mense placard which a sort of clown was carrying
through the streets of Yokohama. This programme
was thus worded in English:

41 Acrobatic Japanese Troupe

op the

Honorable William Batulcar.

Last Representations,

Before their Departure for the
United States of America,

of the
Long Noses! Long Noses!

Under the Direct Protection of thb

God Tingou!	*

Great Attraction!

" The United States of America/' cried Passe-
partout, " that's just what I want!"

He followed the man with his placard, and thus
soon re-entered the Japanese quarter. A quarter of an
hour later, he stopped before a large house surrounded
by clusters of streamers, and whose exterior walls rep-
resented, without perspective, but in violent colors, a
whole company of jugglers.

It was the Honorable Batulcar^s establishment, who
was a sort of American Barnum, director of a troupe
of mountebanks, jugglers, clowns, acrobats, equili-
brists, gymnasts, which, according to the placard, was
giving its last performance before leaving the EiRpire
of the Sun for the States of the Union.

Passepartout entered under the porch in front of


192 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. •

the house, and asked for Mr. Batulcar. He appeared
in person.

""What do yon wish?" lie said to Passepartout,
taking him at first for a native.

" Do you need a servant?" asked Passepartout.

" A servant," <?ried the Barnum, stroking his thick
gray beard hanging lieavi]y under his chin. " I have
two, obedient and faithful, who have never left me,
and who serve me for nothing, on condition that I
feed them. And here they are," he added, showing
liis two robust arms, furrowed with veins as large m
the strings of a bass-viol.

" So I can be of no good to you ?"

" None."

" The devil! It would have suited me so well to
leave with you."

"Ah, I see!" said the Honorable Batulcar. " You
are as much a Japanese as I am a monkey! Why are
you dressed in this way?"

" One dresses as one can."

" Very true. You are a Frenchman ?"

"Yes, a Parisian from Paris."

" Then you ought to know how to make grimaces ?"

"Indeed," replied Passepartout, vexed at seeing his
nationality call forth this question, "we Frenchmen
^know how to make grimaces, it is true, but not better
than the Americans."

" Just so. Well, if I do not take you as a servant I


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 193

can take you as a clown. You understand, my good
feilow. In France they exhibit foreign clowns, and
abroad, French clowns."

; "Ah!"

» "You are strong, are you not?"

u Particularly when I have been at the table.*
1 " And you know how to sing ?"

■ " Yes,1' replied Passepartout, who had formerly
taken part in street concerts,

" But do you know how to sing on your head, with
a top spinning on the sole of your left foot, and a
sabre balanced on the sole of your right ?"

u Parbleu!" replied Passepartout, who recalled the
first exercises of lu3 youth.

" Then, you see, all is right I" replied the Honorable
Batulcar.

The engagement was concluded there and then.
At last Passepartout had found a position. He was
engaged to do everything in the celebrated Japanese
troupe. It was not very flattering, but within a week
he would be on his way to San Francisco.

The performance, so noisily announced by the
Honorable Batulcar, was to commence at three o'clock,
and soon the formidable instruments of a Japanese
orchestra, drums and tam-tams, sounded at the door.
We understand very well that Passepartout could not
have studied a part, but he was to give the support of
his solid shoulders in the grand feat of the " human


194 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

pyramid," executed by the Long Noses of the god
Tingou. This great attraction of the performance wan
to close the series.

Before three o^lock the spectators had crowded tiie
large building. Europeans and natives, Chinese and
Japanese, men, women, and children, rushed upon the
narrow benches, and into the boxes opposite the stage.
The musicians had entered, and the full orchestra,
with gongs, tam-tams, bones, flutes, tambourines, and
large drums went to work furiously.

The performance was what all these acrobatic ex-
hibitions are. But it must be confessed that the
Japanese are the best equilibrists in the world. One,
with his fan and small bits of paper, executed the
graceful trick of the butterflies and flowers. Another,
with the odorous smoke of his pipe, traced rapidly in
the air a series of bluish words, which formed a com-
pliment addressed to the audience. The latter jug-
gled with lit candles, which he blew out in succession
as they passed before his lips, and which he lit again,
one after the other, without interrupting, for a single
moment, his wonderful jugglery. The former pro-
duced, by means of spinning tops, the most improbable
combinations. Under his hand these humming ma*
chines seemed to be gifted with a life of their own in
their interminable whirling; they ran over pipe stems,
over the edges of sabres, over wires as thin as hair,
stretched from one side of the stage to the other; th«y


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 199

lisli consular agents, and after uselessly running
through the streets of Yokohama, he despaired of find-
ing Passepartout again, when chance, or perhaps a sort
of presentiment, made him enter the theatre of the
Honorable--Batulcar. He would certainly not have
recognized his servant under this eccentric mounte-
bank dress; but the latter, lying on his back, saw his
master in the gallery. Pie could not restrain a move-
ment of his nose. Thence a breaking of the equilib-
rium and what followed.

This is what Passepartout learned from Mrs. Aouda's
mouth, who told him then how the voyage had been
made from Ilong Kong to Yokohama in company of a
Mr. Fix, on the schooner Tankadere.

At the name of Fix, Passepartout ^id not change
countenance. He thought that the tine had not come
to tell his master what had passed between the detec-
tive and himself. Thus, in the story vrhich Passepar-
tout told of his adventures, he only accused and ex-
cused himself of having been overcome by the intoxi-
cation of opium in a smoking-house in Hong Kong.

Mr. Fogg listened coldly to this narrative, without
replying; then he opened for his servant a credit suf-
ficient for him to procure on board more suitable gar-
ments. And, indeed, an hour had not passed, when
the good fellow, having cut off his nose and shed his
wings, had nothing more about him which recalled tho
sectary of the god Tingou.


200 TO US OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

The steamer making the voyage from Yokohama to
San Francisco belonged to the Pacific Mail Steamship
Company, and was named the General Grant. She
was a large side-wheel steamer of two thousand five
hundred tons, well equipped and of great speed. An
enormous walking-beam rose and fell successively
above the deck; at one of its ends moved the piston-
rod, and at the other the connecting-rod, which,
. changing the movement fn a straight line to a circular
one, was applied directly to the shaft of the wheels.
The General Grant was rigged as a three-masted
schooner, and she had a large surface of sails, which
jaided her steam power materially. By making twelve
miles an hour the steamer would only need twenty-
one days to cross the Pacific. Phileas Fogg then had
good reasons for believing that, landed at San Fran-
cisco on the 2d of December, he would be in New
York on the lltli, and in London on the 20th, thus
gaining some hours on the fatal date of the 21st of
December.

The passengers aboard the steamer were quite nu-
merous—some Englishmen, many Americans, a genu-
ine emigration of coolies to America, and a certain

umber of officers of the Indian army, who made use
*of their leave of absence by making the tour of the
world.

During this voyage there was no nautical incident.
The steamer/borne up on its large wheels, supported


TOUlt OF TEE WOULD IN EIGHTY DAYS, 201

by its large amount of canvas, rolled but little. The
Pacific Ocean justified its name sufficiently. Mr.
Fogg was as "calm and non-communicative as usual.
His young companion felt herself more and more at-
tached to this man by other ties than those of grati-
* tude. This silent nature, so generous in short, made
a greater impression upon her than she thought, and
almost unknown to herself she allowed herself to have
feelings which did not seem to affect in any way the
enigmatic Fogg.

Besides, Mrs. Aouda was very much interested in
the gentleman's plans. She was uneasy at the retard-
ing circumstances which might prevent the success of
the tour. She frequently talked with Passepartout,
who readily detected the feelings of Mrs. Aouda's
heart. This good fellow had the most implicit faith
with regard to his master; he did not exhaust his
praises of the honesty, the generosity, the devotion of
Phileas Fogg; then he reassured Mrs. Aouda as to
the issue of the voyage, repeating that the most diffi-
cult part was done, that they had left the fantastic
countries of China and Japan, that they were return-
ing to civilized countries, and finally, that a train from
San Francisco to New York, and a transatlantic
steamer from New York to Liverpool, would be suffi-
cient, doubtless, to finish this impossible tour of the
world in the time agreed upon.

Nine days after leaving Yokohama, Phileas Fogg


202 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS,

had traversed exactly the half of the terrestrial
globe.

In fact, the General Grant, on the 23d of Novem-
ber, passed the one hundred and eightieth meridian,
upon which in the southern hemisphere are to be
found the antipodes of London. It is true that of the
eighty days at his disposal he had used fifty-two, and
there only remained to him twenty-eight to be con-
sumed. But we must notice that if the gentleman
only found himself half-way round by the difference
of meridians, he had really accomplished more than
two thirds of its entire course. Indeed, what forced
detours from London to Aden, from Aden to Bombay,
from Calcutta to Singapore, from Singapore to Yoko-
hama ! By following around the fiftieth parallel,
which is that of London, the distance would have been
but about twelve thousand miles, whilst Pliileas Fogg
was compelled, by the caprices of the means of loco-
fnotion, to travel over twenty-six thousand, of which
he had already made about seventeen thousand five
hundred, at this date, the 23d of November. But now
the route was a straight one, and Fix was no longer
there to accumulate obstacles.

It happened also that on this 23d of November,
Passepartout made quite-a joyful discovery. It will
be recollected that the obstinate fellow had insisted on
keeping London time with his famous family watch,
deeming incorrect the time of the various countries


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 203

that lie traversed. Now tliis day, although he had
neither put his watch forward or back, it agreed with
the ship's chronometers.

The triumph of Passepartout may be compre-
hended. He would have liked to know what Fix
would have said if he had been present.

" The rogue who told me a heap of stories about the
meridians, the sun and the moon!" said Passepartout.
" Pshaw! if one listened to that sort of people, wo
would have a nice sort of clocks and watches ! I was
Yery sure that one day or another, the sun would de-
cide to regulate itself by my watch!"

Passepartout was ignorant of this: that if the face
of his watch had been divided into twenty-four hours
like the Italian clocks^ he would have bad no reason
for triumph, for the hands of his watch, when it was 9
o'clock in the morning on the vessel, would have indi-
cated 9 o'clock in the evening, that is, the twenty-first
hour after midnight—a difference precisely equal to
that which exists between London and the one hun-
dred and eightieth meridian.

But if Fix had been capable of explaining this
purely physical effect, Passepartout, doubtless, would
have been incapable, if not of understanding it, at
least of admitting it. And in any event, if the impos-
sible thing should occur that the detective would un«
expectedly show himself aboard at this moment, it is
probable that Passepartout would have spitefully


204 TOUR OF TEE WORLD IX EIGHTY DATS.

talked with him on quite a different subject, and in
quite a different manner.

Now, where was Fix at this moment ?

He was actually on board the General Grant.

In fact, on arriving at Yokohama the detective,
leaving Mr. Fogg, whom he thought he would see
again during the day, had immediately gone to the
English Consul's. There he finally found the warrant
of arrest, which, running after him from Bombay,
was already forty days old, which had been sent to
him from Hong Kong on the very Carnatic on board
of which he was supposed to be. The detective's dis-
appointment may be imagined ! The warrant was
useless ! Mr. Fogg had left the English possessions J
An order of extradition was now necessary to arrest
him!

"Let it be so!" said Fix to himself, after the first
moment of anger. "My warrant is no longer good
here; it will be in England. This' rogue has the ap-
pearance of returning to his native country believing
that he has thrown the police off their guard. Well,
I will follow him there. As for the money, heaven
grant there may be some left! But wThat with travel- J
ling, rewards, trials, fines, elephants, expenses of every
kind, my man has already left more than five thou-
sand pounds on his route. After all, the Bank is
rich!"

His decision taken, he immediately went on board


TOUR OF TEE WORLD IK EIGHTY DATS. 205

the General Grant, and was there wlien Mr. Fogg and
Mrs. Aouda arrived. To his extreme surprise, he rec-
ognized Passepartout under his fantastic costume.
He concealed himself immediately in his cabin, to
avoid an explanation which might damage everything
^-and, thanks to the number of the passengers, he
counted on not being seen by his enemy, when this
very day he found himself face to face with him on
the forward part of the ship.

Passepartout jumped at Fix's throat, without any
other explanation, and to the great delight of certain
Americans who immediately bet for him, he gave the
unfortunate detective a superb volley of blows, show-
ing th6 great superiority of French over English box-
ing.

When Passepartout had finished he found himself
calmer and comforted. Fix rose in pretty bad condi-
tion, and, looking at his adversary, he said to him
coldly:

" Is it finished ?"

" Yes, for the moment."

" Then I want a word with you."

"But I—"

" In your master's interest."

Passepartout, as if conquered by this coolness, fol-
lowed the detective, and they both sat down in the for-
ward part of the steamer.

"You have thrashed me," said Fix. "Good ; I ex-


206 TOUR OF THE WOULD IN EIGHTY DATS.

pected it. Now, listen to me. Until the present X
have been Mr. Fogg's adversary, but now I am with
him "

" At last!" cried Passepartout, " you believe him to
be an honest man ?"

" No/' replied Fix coldly. " I believe him to be a
rogue. Sh ! Don't stir, and let me talk. As long as
Mr. Fogg was in the English possessions, I had an in-
terest in retaining him whilst waiting for a warrant of
arrest. I did everything I could for that. I sent
against him the priests of Bombay, I made you drunk
at Hong Kong, I separated you from your master, I
made him miss the Yokohama steamer.

Passepartout listened with clenched fists.

" Now," continued Fix, " Mr. Fogg seems to be re*
turning to England? Well, I will follow him there.
But henceforth it shall be my aim to clear the obsta
cles from his path as zealously and carefully as before
I took pains to accumulate them. You see my game
is changed, and it is changed because my interest de*
sires it. I add, that your interest is similar to mine,
for you will only know in England whether you are ia
the service of a criminal or an honest man !"

Passepartout listened to Fix very attentively, and he
was convinced that the latter spoke with entire good
faith.

" Are we friends ?" asked Fix.	<

"Friends, no," replied Passepartout; " allies, yes


208 tour of mm world in eighty dats.

ous leap in liis finest style. But when lie fell upeQ
the wharf, the planks of which were worm-eaten, he
almost fell through. Quite put out by the maimer it',
which he had "set foot" on the new continent, the
good fellow uttered a terrible cry, which sent flying
an innumerable flock of cormorants and pelicans, the
customary inhabitants of the movable wharves.

Mr. Fogg, as soon as he landed, ascertained the hour
at which the first train left for New York. It was at
six o'clock in the evening. lie had, then, an entire
day to spend in the California capital. He ordered a
carriage for Mrs. Aouda and himself. Passepartout
mounted the box, and the vehicle, at three dollars for
the trip, turned towards the International Hotel.

From the elevated position that he occupied, Passe-
partout observed with curiosity the great American
city, the broad streets, low, evenly-ranged houses, the
Anglo-Saxon Gothic churches and temples, the im-
mense docks, the palatial warehouses, some of wood
and some of brick; the numerous vehicles in the
streets, omnibuses and horse-cars, and on the crowded
sidewalks not only Americans and Europeans, but also
Chinese and Indians—the component parts of a popu-
lation of more than two hundred thousand inhabi-
tants.

Passepartout was quite surprised at all he saw. He
was yet in the city of 1849, in the city of bandits, in-
cendiaries, and assassins, running after the native gold.


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 209

an immense concourse of all the outlaws, who gam-
bled with gold dust, a revolver in one hand and a
knife in the other. But this " good time" had passed
away. San Francisco presented the aspect of a large
commercial city. The high tower of the City Hall
overlooked all these streets and avenues, crossing each
other at right angles, between which were spread out
verdant squares, then a Chinese quarter, which seemed
to have been imported from the Celestial Empire in a
toy-box. No more sombreros, or red shirts after the
fashion of the miners, or Indians with feathers, but
silk hats and black clothes worn by a large number of
gentlemen of absorbing activity. Certain streets,
among others Montgomery street, the Iiegent street of
London, the Boulevard des It aliens of Paris, the
Broadway of New York, the State street of Chicago,
were lined with splendid stores, in whose windows
were displayed the products of the entire world.

When Passepartout arrived at the International Ho-
tel, it seemed to him that he had not left England.

The ground floor of the hotel was occupied by an
immense bar, a sort of side-board opened gratis to ev-
ery passer-by. Dried beef, oyster soup, biscuit, and
cheese were dealt out without the customer having to
take out his purse. He only paid for his drink—ale,
porter, or sherry, if he fancied refreshment. That
appeared " very American" to Passepartout.

The hotel restaurant was comfortable. Mr. Fogg


210 tour of the world in eighty days.

and Mi's. Aouda took seats at a table and were abun*
dantly served in very small dishes by negroes of dark-
est hue.

After breakfast, Phileas Fogg, accompanied by Mrs.
Aouda, left the hotel to go to the office of the English
consul to have his passport vised there. On the pave-
ment he found his servant, who asked him if it wrould
not be prudent^ before starting on the Pacific railroad,
to buy a few dozen Enfield rifles or Colt's revolvers.
Passepartout had heard so much talk of the Sioux and
Pawnees stopping trains like ordinary Spanish brig-
ands. Mr. Fogg replied that it was a useless precau-
tion, but he left him free to act as he thought best.
Then he went to the office of the consul.

Phileas Fogg had not gone two hundred steps when,
" by the greatest accident," he met Fix, who mani-
fested very great surprise. How! Mr. Fogg and he
had taken together the voyage across the Pacific, and
they had not met on board the vessel ! At all events,
Fix could only be honored by seeing again the gentle-
man to whom he owed so much ; and his business call-
ing him to Europe, he would be delighted to continue
his journey in such agreeable company.

Mr. Fogg replied that the honor would be his, and
Fix—who made it a point not to lose sight of him—
asked his permission to visit with him this curious
city of San Francisco, which was granted.

Mrs. Aouda, Phileas Fogg, and Fix sauntered


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 211

.through the streets. They soon found themselves in
Montgomery street, where the crowd of people was
enormous. On the sidewalks, in the middle of the
street, on the horse-car rails, notwithstanding the in-
cessant passage of the coaches and omnibuses, on tha
steps of tne stores, in the windows of all the houses,
and even up to the roofs, there was an innumerable
crowd. Men with placards circulated among the
groups. Banners and streamers floated in the wind.
There were shouts in every direction.

" Hurrah for Camerfield !"

"Hurrah for Mandiboy!"

It was a political meeting. At least so Fix thought,
and he communicated his ideas to Mr. Fogg, adding:

"We will perhaps do well, sir, not to mingle in this
crowd. Only hard blows will be got here."

"In fact," replied Phileas Fogg, " blows, if they
are political, are not less blows."

Fix could not help smiling at this remark, and in
order to see, without being caught in the crowd, Mrs
Aouda, Phileas Fogg, and he secured a place upon the
upper landing of a flight of steps reaching to tlie top
of a terrace, situated in the upper end of Montgomery
street. Before them, on the other side of the street,
between the wharf of a coal merchant and the wmio*
house of a petroleum dealer, there was a large plat*
form in the open air, towards which the various cur
rents of the crowd seemed to be tendi:


TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS, 213

effervescence, when a more violent movement broke
out. The hurrahs, interspersed with insults, redoubled.
The staffs of the banners were transformed into offen-
sive arms. Instead of hands, there were fists every-
where. From the top of carriages and omnibusesy
blocked in their course, formidable blows were ex-
changed. Everything was made use of as projectiles.
Boots and shoes described extended curves in the air,
and it seemed even as if some revolvers mingled their
national sounds with the loud cries of the crowd.

The crowd approached the flight of stairs and swept
over on to the lower steps. One of the parties had
evidently been repulsed without disinterested specta-
tors knowing whether the advantage was with Mandi-
boy or Camerfield.

" I believe that it is prudent for us to retire," said
Fix, who did not want his "man" to get hurt or mixed
lip in a bad business. "If this is an English question,
and we are recognized, we will be treated roughly ia
this mixed crowd."

" An English citizen—" replied Phileas Fogg.

But the gentleman could not finish liis sentence.
Behiud him, on the terrace above the stairs, there were
frightful yells. They cried, " Hip I hip! hurrah for
Mandiboy!" It was a party of voters coming to the
rescue, flanking the Camerfield party.

Mr. Fogg, Mrs. Aouda, and Fix found themselves
between two fires. It was too late to escape. Thig


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 216

spared, and Fix alone had been harmed by the fist
blow.

" Thanks," said Mr. Fogg to the detective, as soon
as they were out of the crowd.

"No thanks necessary," replied Fix; "but com®
with inc."

"Where P

" To a tailor's."

In fact, this visit was opportune. The garments of
Phileas Fogg and Fix were in tatters, as if these two
gentlemen had fought for Hon. Messrs. Camerfield
and Mandiboy.

An hour afterwards they had respectable clothes
and hats. Then they returned to the International
Hotel.

Passepartout was waiting there for his master, armed
with a half-dozen sharp-shooting, six-barrelled, breech-
loading revolvers. When he perceived Fix in com-
pany with Mr. Fogg, his brow darkened. Mrs. Aouda,
however, Jiaving told in a few words what had hap*
pened, Passepartout became calm again. Fix was evi-
dently no longer an enemy but an ally. He was keep
ing his word.

Dinner over, a coach drove up to take the passengers
and their baggage to the station. As they were gefc»
ting into the coach Mr. Fogg said to Fix:

" Did you see Colonel Proctor again ?"

" No," replied Fix.


210 TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

"I shall return to America to find him again," said
Mr. Fogg coldly. "It would not he proper for an
English citizen to allow himself to be treated in this
way."

The detective smiled and did not answer him. Bui
it is seen that Mr. Fogg was one of those Englishmen,
who, while they do not tolerate duelling at home, will
fight abroad, when it is necessary to maintain their
honor.

At a quarter before six the travellers reached the
station and found the train ready to start.

At the moment that Mr. Fogg was going to get
into the cars, he called a porter and asked him:

"Was there not some disturbance in San Francisca
to-day ?"

" It was a political meeting, sir," replied the porter.

" But I thought I noticed a certain excitement in
the streets."

" It was simply a meeting organized for an election."

"The election of a general-in-chief, doubtless?*
rsked Mr. Fogg.

" No, sir, of a justice of the peace."

Upon this reply, Phileas Fogg jumped aboard the
ear, and the train started at full speed


TOUR OF THE WOULD IN EIGHTY DATS. 217

CHAPTER XXVI.

* IF which our party take the express TRAIN ON
the pacific railroad.

"From Ocean to Ocean"—so say tlie Americans,
and these four words ought to be the general name of
the "grand trunk," which traverses the United States
in their greatest breadth. But, in reality, the Pacific
Railroad is divided into two distinct parts: the Central
Pacific from San Francisco to Ogden, and the Union
Pacific from Ogden to Omaha. At that point five
distinct lines meet, which place Omaha in frequent
communication with New York.

New York and San Francisco are therefore »ow
united by an uninterrupted metal ribbon, measur-
ing not less than three thousand seven hundred
and eighty-six miles. Between Omaha and the
Pacific, the railroad traverses a country still frequented
by the Indians and wild animals—a vast extent of ter-
ritory which the Mormons commenced to colonize
about 1845, after they were driven out of Illinois.

Formerly, under the most favorable circumstances,
it took six months to go from New York to San Fran-
cisco. Now it is done in seven days.

It was in 1862, notwithstanding the opposition of


218 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EJQIITY DATS.

the Southern Congressmen, who wished a more south-
erly line, that the route of the railroad was fixed bo*
tween the forty-first and the forty-second parallel.
President Lincoln, of so lamented memory, himself
fixed in the State of Nebraska, at the city of Omaha,
the beginning of the new network. Work was com-
menced immediately, and prosecuted with that Ameri-
can activity, which is neither slow nor routine-like.
The rapidity of the construction did not in any way
injure its thoroughness. On the prairies the road pro-
gressed at the rate of a mile and a half per day. A
locomotive, moving over the rails laid yesterday, car-
ried the rails for the next day, and ran upon them in
proportion as they were laid.

The Pacific-Railroad throws off several branches on
its route in the States of Iowa, Kansas, Colorado, and
Oregon. Leaving Omaha, it takes the left bank of
Piatt river as far as the mouth of the North Fork,
follows the South Fork, crosses the Laramie Territory,
and the Wahsatch Mountains, turns Salt Lake, arrives
at Salt Lake City, the capital of the Mormons, buries
itself in the Tuilla Yalley, crosses the American Des-
ert, the Cedar and Humboldt Mountains, Humboldt
river, the Sierra Nevada, and redescends via Sacra-
mento to the Pacific, its grade, even in crossing the
Rocky Mountains, not exceeding one hundred and
twelve feet to the mile.

Such was this long artery which the trains would


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pass over in seven days, and which would permit the
Honorable Phileas Fogg—at least he hoped so—16
lake the Liverpool steamer, on the 11th, at New
York.

The car occupied by Phileas Fogg was a sort of long
omnibus, resting on two trucks, each with four wheels,
whose ease of motion permits of going round short
curves. There were no compartments inside; two
rows of seats placed on each side, perpendicularly to
the 'axle, and between which was reserved an aisle,
leading to the dressing-rooms and others, with which
each car is provided. Through the whole length of
the train the cars communicated by platforms, and the
passengers could move about from one end to the other
of the train, which placed at their disposal palace, bal-
cony, restaurant, and smoking cars. All that is want-
ing is a theatre car. But there will be one, some day.

On the platforms, book and newsdealers were con-
stantly circulating, dealing out their merchandise; and
venders of liquors, eatables and cigars were not want-
ing in customers.

The travellers left Oakland Station at six o'clock
It was already night, cold and dreary, with an overcast
sky, threatening snow. The train did not move with
great rapidity. Counting the stops, it did not run more
than twenty miles an hour, a speed which ought, how-
ever, to enable it to cross the United States in the fixed
lime.


220 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY BATS.

They talked but little in the ear. Sleep soon over*
came the passengers. Passepartout sat near the detec-
tive, but he did not speak to liim. Since the late
events, their relations had become somewhat cold.
No more sympathy or intimacy. Fix had not changed
his manner, but Passepartout retained an extreme
reserve, ready at tlie least suspicion to choke his old'
friend.

An hour after the starting of the train a fine snow
commenced to fall, which fortunately could not de-
lay the progress of the train. Through the windows
nothing was seen but an immense white sheet, against
which the clouds of steam from the locomotive looked
grayish.

At eight o'clock a steward entered the car, and an-
nounced to the passengers that the hour for retiring
had come. This was a sleeping-car, which in a few
minutes was transformed into a dormitory. The backs
of the seats unfolded, beds carefully packed away were
unrolled by an ingenious system, berths were impro-
vised in a few moments, and each passenger had soon
at his disposal a comfortable bed, which thick curtains
protected from all indiscreet looks. The sheets were
clean and the pillows soft. Nothing more to be done
but to lie down and sleep—which every one did, as if
he had been in the comfortable cabin of a steamer—■
while the train moved on under full head, of steam
across the State of California.


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In that portion of the country between San Fran-
cisco and Sacramento the ground is not very hilly.
This portion of the railroad, under the name of the
Central Pacific, originally had Sacramento for its start-
ing point, and went towards the east to meet that
starting from Omaha. From San Francisco to the
capital of California, the line ran directly to the north-
east, along American river, which empties into San
Pablo Bay. The one hundred and twenty miles in-
cluded between these two important cities were accom-
plished in six hours, and towards midnight, while they
Were getting their first sleep, the travellers passed
through Sacramento. They saw nothing of that large
city, the seat of the state government of California, nor
its fine wharves, its broad streets, its splendid hotels,
its squares, nor its churches.

Leaving Sacramento, the train having passed Junc-
tion, Roclin, Auburn, and Colfax Stations, plunged
into the Sierra Nevada. It was seven o'clock in the
morning when Cisco Station was passed. An hour
afterwards the dormitory had become an ordinary car,
and the passengers could get through the windows a
glimpse of the picturesque views of this mountainous
country. The route of the train followed the wind-
ings of the Sierra, here clinging to the sides of the
mountains, there suspended above precipices, avoiding
filiarp angles by bold curves, plunging into narrow
gorges from which there seemed to be no exit. The


222 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

locomotive, flashing fire like a chased animal, its
large smoke-pipe throwing out lurid lights, its sharp
bell,- its cow-catcher, extending out like a spur, mingled
its shrieks and bellowings with the noise of the tor-
rents and cascades, and twined its smoke in the dark
branches of the firs.

There were few or no tunnels or bridges on the
route. The railroad turned the flank of the mountains,
not seeking in a straight line the shortest route from
one point to another, and not doing violence to na-
ture.

About nine o'clock the train entered the State of
Nevada, through the Carson Valley, always following
a northeasterly direction. At noon it left Reno,
where the passengers had twenty minutes for break-
fast.

From this point, the iron road, skirting Humboldt
river, passed a few miles to the north. Then it bent
to the east, and did not leave the stream until it
reached the Humboldt range, where the river takes its
source, nearly in the eastern end of the State of
Nevada.

After breakfasting, Mr. Fogg, Mrs. Aouda and their
companions took their seats again in the car. Phileas
Fogg, the young woman, Fix, and Passepartout, com-
fortably seated, looked at the varied country passing
before their sight, vast prairies, mountains whose pro-
files were shown upon the horizon, and creeks turn-


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 223

bling down, a foaming mass of water. Sometimes, a
large herd of bisons, gathering in the distance, appeared
like a moving dam. These innumerable armies of
grazing animals frequently oppose an insurmountably
obstacle to the passage of trains. Thousands of theso
animals have been seen moving on for several hours in
close ranks across the railroad. The locomotive is then
forced to stop and wait until the path is clear again.

The same thing happened on this occasion. About
three o'clock in the afternoon a herd of ten or twelve
thousand blocked the railroad. The engine, having
slackened its speed, tried to plunge its spur into the
flank of the immense column, but it had to stop before
the impenetrable mass.

They saw these buffaloes, as the Americans improp- ,
erly call them, moving with their steady gait, frequent-
ly bellowing terribly. They had a larger body than
those of the bulls of Europe, short legs and tail, a pro-
jecting saddle forming a muscular bump, horns sepa- ^
rated at the base, their heads, neck, and shoulders cov-
ered with long, shaggy hair.1 They could not think of
stopping this moving mass. "When the bisons have
adopted a course, nothing could swerve them from it
or modify it. They are a torrent of living flesh which
no dam could hold.

The travellers, scattered on the platforms, looked at
this curious spectacle. But Phileas Fogg, who ought
to be the most in a hurry, had remained in his seat, and


224 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY BATS.

was waiting philosophically tintil it should please the
buffaloes to open a passage. Passepartout was furious
at the delay caused by this mass of animals. He want-
ed to fire all his revolvers at them.

"What a country!" he cried. "Mere cattle stop
trains, and move along in procession without hurrying,
as if they did not impede travel! Parbleu! I would
like to know if Mr. Fogg had foreseen this mischance
in his programme! And what ah engineer, who does
not dare to rush his engine through this impeding mass
of beasts!"

The engineer had not attempted to overcome the olv-
stacle, and he acted wisely. He would undoubtedly
have crushed the first buffaloes struck by the cow-
catcher ; but, powerful as it was, the engine would have
soon been stopped, and the train thrown off the track
and wrecked.

The best course, then, was to wait patiently, ready t*
make up the lost time by an increase of the speed of
the train. The passage of the bisons lasted three full
hours, and the road was not clear again until nightfall.
At this moment the last ranks of the herd crossed th@
rails, while the first were disappearing below the south-
ern horizon.

It was then eight o'clock, when the train passed
through the defiles of the Humboldt range, and half-past
nine when it entered Utah Territory, the region of the
Great Salt Lake, the curious Mormon country.


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CHAPTER XXVII.

IN which passepartout follows, with A SPEED 09
twenty miles AN hour, A course OP MORMON HIS
tory.

During the night of the 5th to the 6th of December,
the train went for fifty miles to the southeast, then it
fan upwards about as far northerly, approaching tha
Great Salt Lake.

Passepartout, about nine o'clock in the morning, went
on the platform to take the air. The weather was cold,
the sky gray, but it had stopped snowing. The disk
of the sun, enlarged by the mist, looked like an enor-
mous piece of gold, and Passepartout was busy calcu-
lating its value in pounds sterling, when his attention
was taken from this useful work by the appearance of
a very strange personage.

This personage, who took the train at Elko Station,
was tall, very brown, had black mustache, black stock'
ings, a black silk hat, black waistcoat, black pantaloons,
white cravat, and black dog-skin gloves. He might
have been taken for a clergj^man. He went from one
end of the train to the other, and on the door of each
oar fastened with wafers a written notice.

Passepartout approached and read on one of tbtaft


226 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

notices that Elder William Hitch, taking advantage of
his presence on train No. 48, would, from eleven to
twelve o'clock, deliver an address on Mormonism in car
No. 117—inviting to hear him all desirous of being in-
structed concerning the mysteries of the religion of the
" Latter Day Saints/'

" Certainly, I will go," said Passepartout to himself,
who knew nothing of Mormonism but its custom of
polygamy, the base of Mormon society.

The news spread rapidly through the train, which
carried about one hundred passengers. Of this nt;m«
ber thirty at most, attracted by the notice of the meet-
ing, occupied at eleven o'clock the seats in car No. 117.
Passepartout was prominent in the front rank of the
faithful. Neither his master nor Fix thought it worth
while to take the trouble.

At the appointed hour Elder "William Ilitch rose,
and in quite an irritated voice, as if he had been con-
tradicted in advance, he cried:

"I tell that Joe Smith is a martyr, that his brother
Hiram is a martyr, and that the persecution by the
United States Government of the prophets will also
make a martyr of Brigham Young. Who dares to
maintain the contrary

No one ventured to contradict the missionary, whose
excitement contrasted with his naturally calm physi-
ognomy. But, without doubt, his anger was explained
by the fact that Mormonism was now subjected to


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in-Chief; liow in 1843 he announced himself as candi-
date for the Presidency of the United States; and how
finally he was drawn into an ambuscade at Carthage,
thrown into prison, and assassinated by a band of
masked men."

At this moment Passepartout was the only hearer
in the car, and the Elder, looking him in the face, fas-
cinating him by his words, recalled to his mind that,
two years after the assassination of Smith, his succes-
sor, the inspired prophet, Brigham Young, leaving
Nauvoo, established himself on the banks of Salt Lake,
and that there, in that splendid Territory, in the midst
of that fertile country, on the road which the emi-
grants take in crossing Utah to reach California, the
new colony, thanks to the Mormon principles of po-
lygamy, had increased enormously.

"And this," added William Hitch, "is why the
jealousy of Congress has been aroused against us! why
the United States soldiers have invaded the soil of
Utah! why our chief, the prophet Brigham Young,
has been imprisoned in defiance of all justice.' Shall
we give up to force ? Never! Driven from Vermont,
driven from Illinois, driven from Ohio, driven from
Missouri, driven from Utah, we shall find some inde-
pendent territory yet where we shall pitch our tents.
And you, my brother," added the Elder, fixing his
angry look on his single hearer, " will you plant yours
in the shadow of our flag ?"


230 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIQIITY DATS.

"Ivo," replied Passepartout bravely, flying in his
turn, leaving the fanatic to preach in tlie desert.

But, during this discourse, the train had advanced
rapidly, and about half-past twelve it touched the
northwest corner of the Great Salt Lake. Thence'
could be embraced in a vast circumference the aspect
of this inland lake, which also bears the name of the
Dead Sea, and into which empties an American Jor-
dan. A beautiful lake, hemmed in by craggy rocks
of broad surface, encrusted with white salt, a superb
Bheet of water which formerly covered a larger space;
but in time, its shores, rising by degrees, reduced its
superficial area and increased its depth.

The Salt Lake, about seventy miles long, and thirty-
five wide, is situated three thousand eight hundred
feet above the level of the sea. Yery different from
Lake Asphaltite, whose depression is twelve hundred
feet below the sea, it holds considerable salt in solu-
tion, and one fourth the weight of the water is solid
matter. Its specific gravity is 1170, that of distilled
water being 1000. Fishes cannot live in it. Those
that the Jordan, Weber, and other creeks, carry into
it soon perish ; but it is not true that the density of its
waters is such that a man cannot dive into it.

Around the lake the country was admirably tilled,
for the Mormons understand agricultural pursuits;
lanches and corrals for domestic animals; fields of
wheat, corn, sorghum, luxuriant prairies, and every-


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS 233

tliem to all eternity in the company of the glorious
Smith, who was to be the ornament of this place of
delights. Certainly, he did not feel called, and lie
thought—perhaps he was mistaken—that the .women
of Salt Lake City cast rather embarrassing looks at liia
person. Very fortunately, his stay in the City of
the Saints was not prolonged. At a few minutes past
four the travellers were again at the station, and took
their seats in the cars.

The whistle sounded; but at the moment that the
driving-wheels of the locomotive, slipping upon the
rails, commenced to impart some movement to the
train, the cry, " Stop ! stop!" was heard.

They do not stop trains just started. The gentle-
man who uttered tlie cry was evidently a Mormon be-
hind time. He was breathless from running. Fortu-
nately for him the station had neither gates nor bar-
riers. He rushed, then, on the track, jumped upon
the steps of the last car, and fell, out of breath, on one
of the seats.

Passepartout, who had followed with emotion the
incidents of this gymnastic feat, went to look at the
tardy one, in whom he took a lively interest, when he
learned that this citizen of Utah had thus taken flight
in consequence of a household scene.

When the Mormon had recovered his breath, Passe-
partout ventured to ask him politely how many wives
he had to himself—and from the manner in which he


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At Salt Lake the road had up to this time reached
its greatest altitude. From this point its profile, de-
scribed a very long curve, descending towards Bitter
Creek Valley, then reascending to the dividing ridge
of the waters between the Atlantic and the Pacific.
The creeks were numerous in this mountainous region.
It was necessary to cross the Muddy, the Green, and
others, on culverts. Passepartout became more impa-
tient in proportion as he approached the end of his
journey. Fix in his turn would have been very glad
to get out of this rough country. He feared delays, he
dreaded accidents, and was more in a hurry than Phil-
Gas Fogg himself to set foot upon English soil!

At ten o'clock at night the train stopped at Fort;
Bridger station, which it left almost immediately, and
twenty miles further on it entered Wyoming Territory
—following the entire valley of the Bitter Creek,
whence flow a portion of the streams forming the
water system of Colorado.

The next day, the 7th of December, there was a stop
of a quarter hour at Green River station. The snow
had fallen quite heavily through the night, but min-
gled with rain and half melted it could not interfere
with the progress of the train. But this bad weather
kept Passepartout in constant uneasiness, for the accu-
mulation of the snow clogging the car wheels would
certainly endanger the journey.

u What an idea," lie said to himself, " for my master


236 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAiti.

to travel during tlie winter 1 Could he not wait for
the fine season of the year to increase his chances V1

But at this moment, while the good fellow was busy
only with the condition of the sky and the lowering of
the temperature, Mrs. Aouda was experiencing more
serious fears, which proceeded from quite another
cause.

Some of the passengers had got out of the cars, and
were walking on the platform of the Green River sta-
tion, waiting for the train to leave. The young wo-
man, looking through the window pane, recognized
among them Colonel Stamp Proctor, the American
who had behaved so rudely to Phileaa Fogg at the
time of the political meeting in San Francisco. Mrs.
Aouda, not wishing to be seen, drew back from the
window.

This circumstance made a lively impression upon
the young woman. She was attached to the man who,
however coldly, gave her every day tokens of the most
absolute devotion. She doubtless did not comprehend
the entire depth of the sentiment which her deliverer
inspired in her, and to this sentiment she gave as yet
only the name of gratitude; but unknown to herself,
it was more than that. Her heart was therefore
wrung at the sight of the rough fellow of whom Mr.
Fogg would, sooner or later, demand satisfaction.
Evidently, it was chance alone that had brought
Colonel Proctor into this train ; but he was there, and


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY BAYS. 239

" Certainly, sir," replied the young woman, quickly,
" I understand whist. That is part of the English edu-
cation."

" And I," continued Fix, " have some pretensions to
playing a good game. Now, with us three and a

dummy—"

"As you please, sir," replied Phileas Fogg, de-
lighted at resuming his favorite game, even on the
railroad.

Passepartout was dispatched in search of the steward, ^
md he soon returned with two complete decks of cards,
counters, and a shelf covered with cloth. Nothing was
wanting. The game commenced. Mrs. Aouda under-
stood whist well enough, and she even was compli-
mented sometimes by the severe Phileas Fogg. As
for the detective, he was simply an adept, and worthy
of holding his head up with this gentleman.

"Now," said Passepartout to himself, "we will keep
him. He will not budge any more !"

At eleven o'clock in the morning, the train had
reached the dividing ridge of the waters of the two
oceans. It was at Bridger Pass, at a hight of seven
thousand five hundred and twenty four English feet
above the level of the sea, one of the heighest points
touched by the profile of the route in this passage
across the Rocky Mountains. After going about two
hundred miles, the travellers finally found themselves
on the vast plains extending as far as the Atlantic^ and


240 TOUR OF THE WOULD IN EIGHTY DATS.

which nature made so propitious for laying a rail-
road.

On the slopes of the Atlantic basin already ap-
peared the first streams, tributaries of the North Platte
River. The entire northern and eastern horizon was
covered by the immense semicircular curtain, which
forms the southern portion of the Rocky Mountain,
the highest being Laramie's Peak. Between this curve
and the line of the road extended vast and plentifully
watered plains. On the right of the road rose the first
spurs of the mountainous mass, rounding off to the.
south as far as the sources of the Arkansas river, one
of the large tributaries of the Mississippi.

At half past twelve, the travellers caught sight for
an instant of Fort Halleck, which commands this
country. A few hours more, and the crossing of the
Rocky Mountain would be accomplished. It was to
be hoped, then, that no accident would mark the pas-
sage of the train through this difficult region. The
snow had stopped falling. The weather became cold
and dry. Large birds, frightened by the locomotive,
were flying in the distance. Not a deer, a bear, or a
wolf showed itself on the plain. It was the desert
in all its barrenness.

After a very comfortable breakfast, served up in
the car, Mr. Fogg and his partners had just resumed
their interminable whist, when sharp whistles were
heard. The train stopped.


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 241

Passepartout put liis head out of the door, and saw
nothing which could explain this stop. No station
was in sight.

Mrs. Aouda and Fix feared for an instant that Mr.
Fogg would think of going out on the track. But the
gentleman contented himself with saying to his servant:

" See then what it is."

Passepartout rushed out of the car. About forty
passengers had left their seats, and among them
Colonel Stamp Proctor.

The train had stopped in front of a red Bignal
which blocked the way. The engineer and con-
ductor, having got out, discussed quite excitedly with
a signal man, whom the station master at Medicine
Bow, the next station, had sent in advance of the
train. Some of the passengers approached and took
part in the discussion, among others the aforesaid
Colonel Proctor, with his loud voice and imperious
gestures.

Passepartout, having rejoined the group, heard the
signal man say:

"No! there is no means of passing. The bridge
at Medicine Bow is shaky and will not bear the
weight of the train."

The bridge in question was a suspension bridge
over a rapids, about a mile from the place where the
train had stopped. According to the signal man, it
threatened to fall, several of the wires having


242 iitr'Jh. OB THE WOULD US EIGHTY DATE

snapped, ana ttig impossible to risk its passage.
He did not exaggerate in any way, then, in asserting
that they could not paa£ over the Dridge. £md
besides, with the careless habits oj tne iimsrieans, we
may say that when they are pruden^ m woiud be
rery foolish not to be so.

Passepartout, not daring to go to inform his master,
listened with set teeth, immovable as a statue.

"Ah, indeed!" cried Colonel Proctor, "we are not
going, I imagine, to remain here, and take root in the
enow!"

" Colonel," replied the conductor, " we have tele-
graphed to Omaha for a train, but it is not probable
that it will arrive at Medicine Bow before six hours."

" Six hours!" cried Passepartout.

"Without doubt," replied the conductor. "Be-
sides, that time will be necessary for us to reach the
station on foot."

" But it is only a mile from here," said one of the
passengers.

" A mile, in fact, but on the other side of the river."

"And cannot the river be crossed in a boat?"
asked the colonel.

" Impossible. The creek is swollen with the rains.
It is a torrent, and we will be compelled to make a
detour of ten miles to the north to find a ford."

The colonel launched a volley of oaths, blaming
the company, the conductor, and Passepartout, furi


TOZFR OF THE WOULD IN EIGHTY DATS,, 243

ous, was not far from joining with him. There was
a material obstacle against which, this time, all his
master's bank-notes would be of no avail.

The disappointment was general among the pas-
sengers, who, without counting the delay, saw them-
selves obliged to foot it fifteen miles across the plain
covered with snow. There was a hubbub, exclama-
tions, loud and deep, which would certainly havo
attracted Phileas Fogg's attention, if that gentleman
had not been absorbed in his game.

But Passepartout found himself compelled to in-
form him, and with drooping head he turned towards
the car^ when the engineer of the train, a genuine
Yankee, named Forster, raising his voice, said:

"Gentlemen, there might be a way of passing.'1

" On the bridge ?" asked a passenger.

" On the bridge."

"With our train ?" asked the colonel.

"With our train."

Passepartout stopped, and devoured the engineer's
words.

"But the bridge threatens to fall!" continued the
conductor.

"It don't matter," replied Forster. "I believe
that by rushing the train over at its maximum of
speed we would have some chances of passing."

" The devil!" exclaimed Passepartout.

But a certain number of the passengers were im-


244 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

mediately carried away by the proposition. It
pleased Colonel Proctor particularly. That hot-head
fouud the thing very feasible. He recalled, even,
that engineers had had the idea of passing rivers
Without bridges, with trains closely coupled, rushing
at the height of their speed, etc. And, finally, all
those interested took sides with the engineer's views.

"We have fifty chances for passing," said one.

" Sixty," said another.

" Eighty! Ninety out of one hundred!"

Passepartout was perplexed, although he was will-
ing to try anything to accomplish the passage of
Medicine Creek, but the attempt seemed to him a
little too " American."

44 Besides," he thought, " there is a much simpler
thing to do, and these people don't even think of it.
Monsieur," he said to one of the passengers, " the way
proposed by the engineer seems a little hazardous to
me, but—"

"Eighty chances!" replied the passenger, turning
liis back to him.

"I know very well," replied Passepartout, address-
ing another gentleman, " but a simple reflection—"

"No reflection, it is useless !" replied the American
addressed, shrugging his shoulders, "since the engi-
neer assures us that we will pass!"

"Without doubt," continued Passepartout, "we
will pass, but it would perhaps be more prudent—"


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 245

" What prudent!" cried Colonel Proctor, jumping
at this word, heard by chance. "At full speed, yon
have been told! Don't you understand ? At full
speed !"

"I know—I understand," repeated Passepartout,
whom no one would allow to finish his phrase; "but
it would be, if not more prudent, since the word
offends you, at least more natural-—"

" Who ? What ? How? What is the matter with
this fellow ?" was heard from all directions.

The poor fellow did not know whom to address.

" Are you afraid ?" Colonel Proctor asked him.

"I, afraid?" cried Passepartout. "Well, so be it I
I will show these people that a Frenchman can be as
American as they!"

" All aboard! All aboard!" cried the conductor.

<< Yes, all aboard," replied Passepartout; " all
aboard! aud right away! But they can't prevent me
from thinking that it would have been more natural
for us to have gone over the bridge afoot, and then
brought the train afterwards!"

But no one heard this sage reflection, and no one
would have acknowledged its justness.

The passengers took their seats again in the cars.
Passepartout resumed his, without saying anything
of what had occurred. The players were entirely
absorbed in their game.

The locomotive whistled vigorously. The engineer


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 247

point, the railroad reached the highest point on the
route, i.e., eight thousand and ninety-one feet above
the level of the ocean. The travellers now only had to
descend to the Atlantic over those boundless plains,
levelled by nature.

There was the branch from the " grand trunk " to
Denver City, the principal town of Colorado. This
territory is rich in gold and silver mines, and more
than fifty thousand inhabitants have already settled
there.

At this moment thirteen .hundred and eighty-two
miles had been made from San Francisco in three days
and three nights. Four nights and four days, if noth-
ing interfered, ought to be sufficient to reach New
York. Phileas Fogg was then still within his time.

During the night they passed to the left of Camp
Wallebach. Lodge Pole Creek ran parallel tothe road,
following the straight boundary between the Territo-
ries of Wyoming and Colorado. At eleven o'clock
they entered Nebraska, passing near Sedgwick, and
they touched at Julesburg, on the South Fork of the
Platte river.

It was at this point that the Union Pacific Road was
inaugurated on the 23d of October, 1867, by its chief
engineer, General GL M. Dodge. There stopped the
two powerful locomotives, drawing the nine cars of
invited guests, prominent among whom was the Vice-
President of the road, Thomas C. Durant; three


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 249

gentleman. Trumps and honors were showered into
his hands. At a certain moment, after having made
a bold combination, he was about to play a spade,
when behind the seat a voice was heard, saying:

" I should play a diamond."

Mr. Fogg, Mrs. Aouda, and Fix raised their heads.
Colonel Proctor was near them.

Stamp Proctor and Phileas Fogg recognized each
other at once.

" Ah, it is you, Englishman," cried the Colonel:
" it's you who are going to play a spade."

"And who plays it," replied Phileas Fogg, coldly,
laying down a ten of that color.

"Well, it suits me to have it diamonds," replied
Colonel Proctor, in an irritated voice.

And he made a motion as if to pick up the card
played, adding:

" You don't understand anything of this game."

" Perhaps I will be more skilful at another," said
Phileas Fogg, rising.

"You have only to try it, son of John Bull!" replied
the coarse fellow.

Mrs. Aouda became pale. All the blood went to
her heart. She seized Phileas Fogg's arm, and he
gently repulsed her. Passepartout was ready to throw
himself on, who was looking at his adversary with the
most insulting air. But Fix had risen, and going to
Colonel Proctor, said to him:


250 tour of the world in momr days

" You forget that you have me to deal with; me
whom you have not only insulted, but struck I"

" Mr. Fix," said Mr. Fogg, " I beg your pardon, but
it concerns me alone. In insisting that I was wrong
in playing a spade, the Colonel has insulted me anew,
and he shall give me satisfaction."

" When you will, and where you will," replied
the American, and with whatever weapon you
please!"

Mrs. Aouda tried in rain to restrain Mr. Fogg.
The detective uselessly endeavored to take up the
quarrel on his own account. Passepartout wanted to
throw the colonel out of the door, but a sign from his
master stopped him. Pliileas Fogg went out of the}
car, and the American followed him on the platform.

" Sir," said Mr. Fogg to his adversary, "I am very
much in a hurry to return to Europe, and any delay
whatever would be very prejudicial to my interests."

" Well! what does that concern me ?" replied
Colonel Proctor.

"Sir," replied Mr. Fogg, very politely, " after our
meeting in San Francisco, I formed the plan to com©
back to America to find you, as soon as I had completed
the business which calls me to the Old World."

" Truly !"

"Will you appoint a meeting with me in si*
months Vy ,

" Why not in six years V9


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" I say six months," replied Mr. Fogg, " and I will
be prompt to meet you."

" Ail evasions!" cried Stamp Proctor. " Imme-
diately, or not at all."

' All right," replied Mr. Fogg. " You are going to
New York?"

« No."

" To Chicago ?"

"No."

. " To Omaha P

" It concerns you very little ! Do you know Plum
Creek station ?"

" No," replied Mr. Fogg.

"It is the next station. The tram wi.. be 'here in
an hour. It will stop ten minutes. In ten minutes
we can exchange a few shots with our re^olvere."

"Let it be so." replied Mr. Fogg. "I will ttop at
Plum Creek."

" And I believ j that you will remain there !" added
the American, witn unparalleled insolence.

'•Who knows, sii ?" replied Mr. Fogg, arid h * re*
entered the car as cooily as usual.

That gentleman commenced to reassure Mrs. Aouda,
, saying to her that blusterers were never to be taaiecL
Then he bested Fix to act as his second in the en^oun-
ter which was going to take piacc. Fix could not
refuse, and Phileas Fogg resumed <>uietly his inter-
rupted game, playing a spade with perfect serenity.


552 tour of the world in eighty days:

At eleven o'clock the whistle of the locomotive
announced that they were near Plum Creek station.
Mr. Fogg rose, and, followed by Fix, he went out on
the platform. Passepartout accompanied him, carry-
ing a pair of revolvers. Mrs. Aouda remained in the
car, pale as death.

At this moment the door of the next car opened,
and Colonel Proctor appeared likewise upon the plat-
form, followed by his second, a Yankee of his own
stamp. But at the moment that the two adversaries
were going to step off the train, the conductor ran up
to them and cried :

"You can't get off, gentlemen."

"Why not?" asked the Colonel.

" We are twenty minutes behind time, and the train
does not stop."

" But I am going to fight a duel with this gentle-
man."

" I regret it, replied the conductor," but we are going
to start again immediately. Hear the bell ringing!"

The bell was ringing, and the train moved on.

" I am really very sorry, gentlemen," said the con-
ductor. "Under any other circumstances, I could
have obliged you. But, after all, since you had not
the time to fight here, who hinders you from fighting
while the train is in motion ?"

" Perhaps that will not suit the gentlemen!" said
Colonel Proctor, with a jeering air.


254 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

They were waiting for the whistle agreed upon,
when suddenly savage cries resounded. Reports ac-
companied them, but they did not come from the car
reserved for the duellists. These reports contin-
ued, on the contrar}', as far as the front and along
the whole line of the train. Cries of fright made
themselves heard from the inside of the cars.

Colonel Proctor and Mr. Fogg, with their revolvers in
hand, went out of the car immediately, and rushed for-
ward where the reports and cries resounded more noisily.

They understood that the train had been attacked
by a band of Sioux.

It was not the first attempt of these daring Indians.
More than once already they had stopped the trains.
According to their habit, without waiting for the stop-
ping of the train, rushing upon the steps to the number
of a hundred, they had scaled the cars like a clown
does a horse at full gallop.

These Sioux were provided with guns. Thence the
reports, to which the passengers, nearly all armed, re-
plied sharply by shots from their revolvers. At first
the Indians rushed upon the engine. The engineer
and fireman were half stunned with blows from their
muskets. A Sioux chief, wishing to stop the train, but
not knowing how to manoeuvre the handle of the reg-
ulator, had opened wide the steam valve instead of
closing it, and the locomotive, beyond control, ran on
with frightful rapidity.


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At the same time, the Sioux entered the cars, they
ran like enraged monkeys over the roofs, they drove
in the doors and fought hand to hand with the passen-
gers. The trunks, broken open and robbed, wera
thrown out of the baggage car on the road. Cries and
shots did not cease.

But the passengers defended themselves courageously.
Some of the cars, barricaded, sustained a siege, like
real moving forts, borne on at a speed of one hundred
miles an hour.

From the commencement of the attack, Mrs. Aouda
had behaved courageously. With revolver in hand,
she defended herself heroically, firing through the
broken panes when some savage presented himself.
About twenty Sioux, mortally wounded, fell upon the
track, and the car wheels crushed like worms those
that slipped on to the rails from the top of the plat-
forms.

Several passengers, severely wounded by bullets or
clubs, lay upon the seats.

But an end must be put to this. This combat had
lasted already for ten minutes, and could only end to the
advantage of the Sioux, if the train was not stopped.
In fact, Fort Kearney station was not two miles dis-
tant. There was a military post, but that passed, be-
tween Fort Kearney and the next station the Sioux
would be masters of the train.

The conductor was fighting at Mr. Fogg's side, when


256 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

a ball struck liim and he fell. As he fell, he cried:
" We are lost if the train is not stopped inside of five
minutes!"

"It shall be stopped !" said Phileas Fogg, who was
about to rush out of the car.

"Remain, Monsieur," Passepartout cried to him.
" That is my business."

Phileas Fogg had not the time to stop the courageous
young man, who, opening a door without being seeif
by the Indians, succeeded in slipping under the car.
Whilst the struggle continued, and whilst the balk
were crossing each other above his head, recovering his
agility, his suppleness as a clown, he made his way
under the cars. Clinging to the chains, assisting him-
self by the lever of the brakes and the edges of the
window sashes, climbing from one car to another with
marvellous skill, he thus reached the front of the train.
He had not been seen ; he could not have been.

There, suspended by one hand between the baggage
car and the tender, with the other he loosened the
couplings, but in consequence of the traction, lie would
never have been able to pull out the yoking-bar if a
sudden jolt of the engine had not made the bar jump
out, and the train, detached, was left further and fur-
ther behind, while the locomotive flew on with new
speed.

Carried on by the force acquired, the train still rolled
on for a few minutes, but the brakes were manceovred


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 207

from the inside of the cars, and the train finallj
stopped, less than one hundred paces from Kearney
Station.

The soldiers of the fort, attracted by the firing, ran
hastily to train. The Sioux did not wait for them,
and before the train stopped entirely the whole band
had decamped-

But when the passengers counted each other on the
platform of the station, they noticed that several were
missing, and among others the courageous Frenchman,
whose devotion had just saved them*

CHAPTER XXX.

in which phi leas fogg simply does his duty,

Th&ee passengers, including Passepartout, had dis-
appeared. Had they been killed in the fight! Were
they taken prisoners by the Sioux? As yet it could
not be told.

The wounded were quite numerous, but none mor-
tally. The one most seriously hurt was Colonel Proc-
tor, who had fought bravely, and who fell struck by a
ball 
 the groin. He was carried to the station with
tne other passengers, whose condition demanded im-
mediate care.


258 TOUR OF THE WOULD IN EIGIITY DATS.

Mrs. Aouda was safe. Phileas Fogg, who had not
spared himself, had not a scratch. Fix was wounded
in the arm—but it was an unimportant wound. But
Passepartout was missing, and tears flowed from the
young woman's eyes.

Meanwhile, all the passengers had left the train.
The wheels of the cars were stained with blood. To
the hubs and spokes hung ragged pieces of flesh. As
far as the eye could reach, long red trails were seen
on the white plain. The last Indians were then dis-
appearing in the south, along the banks of Republican
river.

Mr. Fogg, with folded arms, stood motionless. lie
had a serious decision to make. Mrs. Aouda, near
him, looked at him without uttering a word. He
understood her look. If his servant was a prisoner,
ought he not to risk everything to rescue him from
the Indians ?

" I will find him dead or alive," he said simply to
Mrs. Aouda.

"Ah! Mr. Fogg—Mr. Fogg!" cried the young wo-
man, seizing her companion's hands and covering them
with tears.

"Alive!" added Mr. Fogg, fi<if we do not lose a
minute!"

With this resolution Pliileas Fogg sacrificed himself
entirely. He had just pronounced his ruin. A ainirle
day's delay would make him miss the steamer irouft


TOUR OF THE WOULD ZZV EIGHTY DATS. 269

New York. His bet would be irrevocably lost. But
in the face of the thought, " It is my duty J" he did
not hesitate.

The captain commanding Fort Kearney was there.
His soldiers—about a hundred men—had put them-
selves on the defensive in the event of the Sioux mak-
ing a direct attack upon the station.

" Sir," said Mr. Fogg to the captain, " three passen-
gers have disappeared."

"Killed?" asked the captain.

" Killed or prisoners," replied Mr. Fogg. " That is
an uncertainty which we must bring to an end. It is
your intention to pursue the Sioux?"

" It is a grave matter, sir," said the captain. " These
Indians may fly beyond the Arkansas! I could not
abandon the fort entrusted to me."

"Sir," replied Phileas Fogg, "it is a question of
the life of three men."

" Doubtless—but can I risk the life of fifty to save
three ?"

" I do not know whether you can, but you ought."

"Sir," replied the captain, "no one here has the
right to tell me what my duty is."

"Let it be so!" said Phileas Fogg, coldly, "I will go
aione!"

"You, sir!" cried Fix, who approached, "go alone
in pursuit of the Indians!"

u Do you wish me then to allow to perish the unfor-


260 TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY BATS.

tunate man to whom every one of us that is living
owes liia life i I shall go."

"Well, no, you shall not go alone!" cried the cap-
tain, moved in spite of himself. "No! Yon are a
brave heart! Thirty volunteers I" he added, turning
to his soldiers.

The whole company advanced in a body. The cap-
tain had to select from these brave fellows. Thirty
soldiers were picked out, and an old sergeant put at
their head.

" Thanks, captain P said Mr. Fogg.

"You will permit me to accompany you?" Fix
asked the gentleman.

" You will do as you please," replied Phileas Fogg.
u But if you wish to do me a service, you will remain
by Mrs. Aouda. In case anything should happen to
me—"

A sudden paleness overcast the detective's face. To
separate himself from the man whom he had followed
Btep by step and with so much persistence! To let
him venture so much in the desert. Fix looked closely
at the gentleman, and whatever he may have thought,
in spite of his prejudices, in spite of his inward strug-
gle, he dropped his eyes before that quiet, fran*
look.

" I will remain," he said.

A few moments after, Mr. Fogg pressed the young
woman's hand; then, having placed in her care his


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precious travelling-bag, lie set out with the sergeant
and his little band.

But before starting, he said to the soldiers:

"My friends, there are five thousand dollars for you
if you save the prisoners !"

It was then a few minutes past noon.

Mrs. Aouda retired into a sitting-room of the sta-
tion, and there, alone, she waited, thinking of Phileas
Fogg, his simple and grand generosity, his quiet cour-
age. Mr. Fogg had sacrificed his fortune, and now he
was staking his life—and all this without hesitation
from a sense of duty, without words. Phileas Fogg
was a hero in her eyes.

The detective (Fix) was not thinking thus, and he
could not restrain his agitation. He walked fever-
ishly up and down the platform of the station, one
moment vanquished : he became himself again. Fogg
having gone, he comprehended his foolishness in let-
ting him go. What! Had lie consented to be sepa-
rated from the man that he had just been following
around the world? His natural disposition got the
upper hand; he criminated and accused himself; he
treated himself as if he had been the director of the
Metropolitan police reproving an agent caught at a
Yery green trick.

" I have been a silly fellow!" he thought. " The
other fellow will have told him who I was! He has
gone; he will not return! Where can I capture F (


2f,2 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

now? But how have I (Fix) so allowed myself to ba
fascinated, when I have a warrant for his arrest in my
pocket! I am decidedly only an ass!"

Thus reasoned the detective, while the hours slipped
on too slowly for his liking. He did not know what to
do. Sometimes he felt like telling Mrs. Aouda every-
thing. But he understood how he would be received
by the young woman. What course should he take ?
He was tempted to go in pursuit of this Fogg across
the immense white plains. It did not seem impossible
for him to find him. The footprints of the detach-
ment were still imprinted upon the snow! But,
under a fresh covering, every track would soon be ef-
faced.

Fix was discouraged. He felt an almost insur-
mountable desire to abandon the party. This very
occasion of leaving Kearney station and of prosecut-
ing the journey, so fruitful in mishaps, was opened to
him.

About two o'clock in the afternoon, while the snow
was falling in large flakes, long whistles were heard
coming from the east. An enormous shadow, pre-
ceded by a lurid light, slowly advanced, considerably
increased by the mist, which gave it a fantastic ap-
pearance.

But no train was expected yet from the east. The
help asked for by telegraph could not arrive so soon,
and the train from Omaha to San Francisco would


TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 263

not pass until the next day. They were soon enlight-
ened.

This locomotive, moving under a small head of steam,
and whistling very loud, was the one which, after
being detached from the train, had continued its course
with such frightful speed, carrying the unconscious
fireman and engineer. It had run on for several miles;
then the firejiad gone down for want of fuel; the steam
had slackened, and an hour afterwards, relaxing its
speed by degrees, the engine finally stopped twenty
miles beyond Kearney station.

Neither the engineer nor the fireman was dead, and
after a very long swoon they revived.

The engine had stopped. When he saw himself in
the desert, and the locomotive without cars at-
tached to it, the engineer understood what had hap-
pened. He could not guess how the locomotive had
been detached from the train, Uut he did not doubt
that the train, left behind, was in distress.

The engineer did not hesitate as to what lie ought
to do. To continue his course in the direction of
Omaha was prudent; to return towards the train, which
the Indians were perhaps yet robbing, was dangerous.
No matter! Coal and wood were thrown into the fur-
nace, the fire started up again, the head of steam in-
creased again, and about two o'clock in the afternoon
the engine returned, running backwards to Kearney
station. This was the whistling they heard in the mistv


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*

His anger at his want of success choked him. He was
going to struggle on to the end.

Meanwhile the passengers and some of the wounded
«—among others Colonel Proctor, whose condition was
very serious—had taken seats in the cars. The buzzing
of the overheated boiler was heard ; the steam escaped
through the valves; the engineer whistled, the train
started, and soon disappeared, mingling its white smoke
with the whirling of the snow.

The detective Fix had remained.

Some hours passed. The weather was very bad, the
cold very keen. Fix, seated on a bench in the station,
was motionless. It might have been supposed that he
was sleeping. Notwithstanding the storm, Mrs. Aonda
left every moment the room which had been placed at
her disposal. She went to the end of the platform,
trying to look through the tempest of snow, wishing
to pierce the mist which narrowed the horizon around
her, listening if she could hear any sound. But there
was nothing. She went in then, chilled through, to
return a few moments later, and always in vain.

Evening came. The little detachment had not re*
turned. Where was it at this moment ? Had it been
able to overtake the Indians? Had there been a fight,
or were these soldiers, lost in the mist, wandering at a
venture? The captain of Fort Kearney was very un-
easy, although he did not wish to let his uneasiness
appear.


260 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS,

N igbt came; tlie snow fell less heavily, but the in ten*
eity of the cold increased. The most intrepid glance
would not have looked at this vast, obscure space with-
out terror. An absolute silence prevailed over the
plain. Neither the flight of a bird nor the passage
of a wild beast disturbed the unbroken quiet.

During the whole night, Mrs. Aouda, her mind full
of dark presentiments, her heart filled with anguish,
wandered on the border of the prairie. Her imagina-
tion carried her afar off and showed her a thousand
dangers. What she suffered during those long hours
could not be expressed.

Fix, still immovable in the same spot, did not sleep.
At a certain moment, a man approached and spoke to
him, but the detective sent him away, after replying to
him by a negati ve sign.

Thus the night passed. At (fawn, the half-concealed
disk of the sun rose from a misty horizon. Still the
eye might reach as far as two miles. Phileas Fogg and
the detachment had gone to the south. The south was
entirely deserted. It was then seven o'clock in the
morning.

The captain, extremely anxious, did not know what
course to take* Ought he to send a second detach-
ment to help the first? Ought he to sacrifice fresh
men with so few chances of saving those who were
sacrificed at first ? But his hesitation did not last, and
with a gesture calling one of his lieutenants, he gave


TOUR OF TUB WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS, 267

him tlie order to throw out a reconnoissance to the south,
when shots were heard. Was it a signal? The sol-
diers rushed out of the fort, and half a mile distant
they perceived a small band returning in good order.

Phileas Fogg marched at the head, and near him
Passepartout and the two passengers, rescued from the
hands of the Sioux.

There was a fight ten miles south of Fort Kearney.
Passepartout and his two companions were already
struggling against their captors, and the Frenchman
had knocked down three of them with his fist, when
his master and the soldiers rushed to their rescue.

All—the deliverers and the delivered—were recei ved
with cries of joy, and Phileas Fogg divided among the
soldiers the reward he had promised them, whilst Passe-
partout repeated to himself, not without reason :

"I must confess that I am certainly costing my
master very dearly."

Fix, without uttering a word, looked at Mr. Fogg,
and it would have been difficult to analyze the impres-
sions struggling within him. As for Mrs. Aouda, she
took the gentleman's hand, and pressed it in hers, with-
out being able to utter a word!

In the meantime Passepartout, upon his arrival, was
looking for the train at the station. He thought he
would find it there, ready to start for Omaha, and \w
hoped they could still make up the lost time,
" The train, the train!" he cried.


TOUR OF THE WOULD IF EIGHTY DATS,\ 269

" Yes, twelve hours before the departure of the
steamer."

" Well, you are now twenty hours behind time. The
difference between twenty and twelve is eight. Eight
hours are to be made up. Do you wish to try to do
it?"

"On foot?" asked Mr. Fogg.

"No, on a sledge," replied Fix, "011 a sledge with
sails. A man has proposed this means of conveyance
to me."

It was the man who had spoken to the detective dur-
ing the night, and whose offer he had refused.

Phileas Fogg did not reply to Fix; but Fix having
shown him the man in question, who was walking up
and down before the station, the gentleman went to
him. An instant after, Phileas Fogg and this Ameri-
can, named Mudge, entered a hut built at the foot of
Fort Kearney.

There Mr. Fogg examined a very singular vehicle, a
sort of frame laid on two long beams, a little raised in
front, like the runners of a sledge, and upon which
five or six persons could be seated. On the front of
the frame was fastened a very high mast, to which an
immense brigantine sail was attached. The mast,
firmly held by metallic fastenings, held an iron stay,
which served to hoist a large jib-sail. At the rear a
sort of rudder allowed the apparatus to be steered.

As could be seen, it was a sledge sloop-rigged. Dur-


270 TOUR OF TEE WOULD iff EIGHTY DATS,

ing the winter, on the icy plains, when the trains are
blocked tip by the snow, these vehicles make extremely
rapid trips from one station to another. They carry
a tremendous press of sail, far more than a cutter, and,
with the wind behind, they glide over the surface of
the prairie with a speed equal to, if not greater than,
that of an express train.

In a few moments, the bargain was concluded be-
tween Mr. Fogg and the owner of this land craft.
The wind was good. It blew with a strong breeze from
the west. The snow had hardened, and Mudge was
certain that he could take Mr. Fogg in a few hours to
Omaha. There the trains are frequent, and the routes
leading to Chicago and New York numerous. It was
not impossible to make up the time lost. There should
be no hesitation in making the attempt.

Mr. Fogg, not wishing to expose Mrs. Aouda to the
discomforts of a trip in the open air, with the cold
rendered more unbearable by the speed, proposed to
her to remain under Passepartout's care at Kearney
station. The honest fellow would undertake to bring
her to Europe by a better route and under more ac-
ceptable conditions.

Mrs. Aouda refused to be separated from Mr. Fogg,
and Passepartout felt very happy at this determina-
tion. Indeed, nothing in the world would have in-
duced him to leave his Piaster, since Fix was to ac
rompany him.


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 271

As to what the detective then thought, it would be
difficult to say. Had his convictions been shaken
by Pliiieas Fogg's return, or rather did he consider
him a very shrewd rogue, who, having accomplished
his tour of the world, believed that he would be en-
tirely safe in England i Perhaps Fix's opinion con-
cerning Pliiieas Fogg was really modified. But he
was none the less decided to do his duty, and more
impatient than all of them to hasten with all his
might the return to England.

At eight o'clock the sledge was ready to start. The
travellers—we were tempted to say the passengers—•
took their places, and wrapped themselves closely in
their travelling cloaks. The two immense sails were
hoisted, and, under the pressure of the wind, the
vehicle slipped over the hardened snow with a speed
of forty miles an hour.

The distance between Fort Kearney and Omaha is,
in a straight line—in a bee-line, as the Americans say
—two hundred miles at the most. If the wind con-
tinued, this distance could be accomplished in five
hours. If no accident happened, the sledge ought to
reach Omaha at one o'clock in the afternoon.

What a journey! The travellers, huddled up against
each other, could not speak. The cold, increased by
the speed, cut off their words. The sledge glided as
lightly over the surface of the plain as a vessel over the
surface of the water—with the swell at least. When


TOUR OF THE WOULD IN EIGHTY BATS. 273

entirely free of obstructions, and Phileas Fogg had
only two things to fear—an accident to the apparatus,
a change or a calm of the wind.

But the breeze did not abate. On the contrary, it
blew so hard that it bent the mast, which the iron fast-
enings kept firm. These metal fastenings, like the

chords of an instrument, resounded as if a violin-bow
* *

had produced tlieir vibrations. The sledge slid along
in the midst of a plaintive harmony, of a very peculiar
intensity.

" These cords give the fifth and the octave," said
Mr. Fogg.

And these were the only words lie uttered during
this trip. Mrs. Aouda, carefully wrapped in furs and
cloaks, was preserved as much as possible from the at-
tacks of the cold.

Passepartout, his face red as the solar disk when it
sets in the mist, drew in the biting air. With the
depth of unshaken confidence that he possessed, he
was ready to hope again. Instead of arriving in New
York in the morning, they would arrive there in the
evening, but there might be some chances that it would
be before the departure of the Liverpool steamer.

Passepartout even experienced a strong desire to
grasp the hand of his ally Fix. He did not forget that
it was the detective himself who had procured the
sledge with sails, and consequently the only means
there was to reach Omaha in good time. But by some


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A through train was ready to start. Philcas Fogg
and his companions only had time to hurry into a car.
They had seen nothing of Omaha; but Passepartout
acknowledged to himself that it was not to be regret-
ted, as they were not on a sight seeing tour.	H

The train passed with very great speed into the
State of Iowa, through Council Bluffs, Des Moines,
and Iowa City. During the night it crossed the
Mississippi at Davenport, and entered Illinois at Pock
Island. The next day, the 10th, at four o'clock in
the afternoon, they arrived at Chicago, already risen
from its ruins, and sitting more proudly than ever on
the shores of the beautiful Lake Michigan.

Nine hundred miles separate Chicago from New
York. Trains are not wanting at Chicago. Mr.
Fogg passed immediately from one to the other. The
nimble locomotive of the Pittsburg, Fort Wayne
and Chicago Railway started at full speed, as if it
understood that the honorable gentleman ""had no
time to lose." It traversed Indiana and Ohio,
passing by populous cities and over wide expanses of
agricultural land, with but few pauses; and, sixteen
hours after leaving Chicago, the Ohio was reached.

At thirty-five minutes after nine, on the evening
of the 11th, the train entered the great depot at
Jersey City, the walls of which are washed by the
Hudson river. From this station, the eastern termi-
nus of a railroad system of great magnitude, fifty-one


TOUR OF TIIE WORLD IN EIGIITY DAYS. 277

passenger and eighty-one freight trains depart every
twenty-four hours, and an equal number arrive.
Steamers and sailing vessels lined the miles of docks
extending on both sides of the station, and the
mighty river was filled with craft of all kinds engaged
in the commerce of New York, which rose in front of
the travellers as they emerged upon the broad, cov-
ered way running in front of the depot, where the
gigantic ferry-boats of the railroad company receive
and land their myriads of travellers, pausing not in
their work day or night.

At thirty-five minutes after nine at night, the train
stopped in the depot, near the very pier of the
Cunard line of steamers, otherwise called the British
and North American Royal Mail Steam Packet Com-
pany.

The China, bound for Liverpool, left thirty-five
minutes before!

CHAPTER XXXII.

IN which phileas fogg engages in a diuect
struggle with ill luck.

The China, in leaving, seemed to have carried away
with her Phileas Fogg's last hope.

In fact, none of the other steamers in the direct
service between America and Europe, neither the


278 TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

French Transatlantic steamers nor the ships of
the White Star line, nor those of the Inman Coinx
paay, nor those of the Hamburg line, nor any others,
could serve the gentleman's projects.

The Pereire, of the French Atlantic Company,
would not start until the 14th of December. And
besides, like those of the Hamburg Company, she
would not go directly to Liverpool or London, but to
Havre, and this additional trip from Havre to South-
ampton, delaying Phileas Fogg, would have rendered
his last efforts of no avail.

The gentleman posted himself thoroughly about all
this by consulting his Bradshaw, which gave him, day
by day, the movements of the trans-oceanic vessels.

Passepartout was annihilated. It killed him to
miss the steamer by thirty-five minutes. It was his
fault, he who, instead of aiding his master, had not
ceased to scatter obstacles in his way! And when he
reviewed in his mind all the incidents of the journey ;
when he calculated the sums spent, which were a pure
loss, and for his own interest; when he thought that
this enormous bet, added to the heavy expenses of
this now useless journey, would completely ruin Mr.
Fogg, he overwhelmed himself with opprobrium.

Mr. Fogg did not reproach him at all, and leaving
the pier of the ocean steamers, he said only these
words:

" We will consult to-morrow. Come."


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 279

Mr. Fogg, Mrs. Aouda, Fix, and Passepartout
crossed the Hudson from Jersey City in the ferry-
boat, and got into a carriage, which took them to the
St. Nicholas Hotel, on Broadway. Rooms were put
at their disposal, and the night passed,—a very short
one for Phileas Fogg, who slept soundly, but very long
for Mi*s. Aouda and her companions, whose agitation
did not allow them to rest.

The next day was the 12th of December. From
the 12th, at seven in the morning, to the 21st, at
eight forty-five in the evening, there remained nine
days, thirteen hours, and forty-five minutes. If,
then, Phileas Fogg had left the night before in the
China, one of the best sailers of the Cunard line, he
would have arrived at Liverpool, and then in London,
in the desired time!

Phileas Fogg left the hotel alone, having recom-
mended his servant to wait for him, and to notify
Mrs. Aouda to hold herself in readiness at any mo-
ment.

Mr. Fogg repaired to the banks of the Hudson, and
among the ships moored to the wharf, or anchored in
the stream, he sought with care those which were
about to leave. Several vessels had their signals for
departure up and were preparing to put to sea at the
morning high tide, for in this immense and admirable
port there is not a day'when a hundred vessels do not
set sail for every quarter of the globe; but the most


280 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

of tliem were sailing vessels, and they would not suit
Pliileas Fogg.

This gentleman was seeming to fail in his last
attempt, when he perceived, moored in front of the
Battery, at a cable's length at most, a merchantman,
with screw, of fine outlines, whose smokestack, emit-
ting clouds of smoke, indicated that she was preparing
to sail.

Phileas Fogg hailed a boat, got in it, and with a
few strokes of the oar he found himself at the ladder
of the Henrietta, an iron-hulled steamer, with her
upper parts of wood.

The captain of the Henrietta was on board. Pliil-
eas Fogg went up on deck and asked for the captain,
who presented himself immediately.

He was a man fifty years old, a sort of sea wolf, a
grumbler who would not be very aocominodating.
His large eyes, his complexion oxidized copper, his
red hair, his large chest and shoulders, indicated .
nothing of the appearance of a man of the world.

" The captain ?" asked Mr. Fogg.

" I am he."

" I am Phileas Fogg, of London."

"And I am Andrew Speedy, of Cardiff."

" You are going to start ?"

" In an hour."

" You are loaded for—?"

" Bordeaux."


282 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

u I will buy it from you."

Pliileas Fogg did not change countenance. But
the situtation was serious. It was not at New York
as at Hong Kong, nor with the captain of the Henri-
etta as with the captain of the Tankadere. Until the
present the gentleman's money had always overcome
obstacles. This time the money failed*

But the means of crossing the Atlantic in a vessel
must be found, unless they went across in a balloon,
which would have been very venturesome, and which,
besides, was not practicable.

Pliileas Fogg, however, appeared to have an idea,
for he said to the captain:

"Well, will you take me to Bordeaux?"

"No, even if you would pay me two hundred dol-
lars."

" I offer you two thousand."

" For each person ?"

" For each person."

" And there are four of you ?"

"Four."

Captain Speedy ccrtnmenced to scratch his forehead
as if he would tear the skin off. Eight thousand
dollars to be made, without changing his course; it
was well worth the trouble of putting aside liia
decided antipathy for every kind of passenger. Pas-
sengers at two thousand dollars apiece, besides, are 110
longer passengers, but valuable merchandise.


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"I leave at nine o'clock," said Captain Speedy,
simply, " and you and yours will be there ?"

"At nine o'clock we will be on board!" simply
replied Mr. Fogg.

It was half past eight. To land from the Henri-
etta, get in a carriage, repair to the St. Nicholas
Hotel, and take back with him Mrs. Aouda, Passepar-
tout, and even the inseparable Fix, to whom he
graciously offered a passage, this was all done by the
gentleman with the quiet which never deserted him
under any circumstances.

At the moment that the Henrietta was ready to
Bail, all four were aboard.

When Passepartout learned what this last voyage
would cost he uttered one of those prolonged " Oh's!"
which run through all the spaces of the descending
chromatic scale!

As for Detective Fix, he said to himself that the
Bunk of England would not come out whole from
this affair. In fact, by the time ot their arrival, and
admitting that this Mr. Fogg would not throw a few
handsful besides into the sea, more than seven thou-
sand pounds would be missing from the bank-notes
in the travelling-bag!


284 TOUR OF TIIE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

CHAPTER XXXIII.

in which phileas fogg show8 himself equal t*
circumstances.

An hour afterwards the steamer Henrietta passed
the light-boat which marks the entrance of the Hud-
son, turned Sandy Hook point, and put to sea. During
the day she skirted Long Island, in the offing of the
Fire Island Light, and rapidly ran towards the east.

At noon of the next day, the 13th of December, a
man went upon the bridge to take charge of the vessel.
It would certainly be supposed that this man was
Captain Speedy! Not at all. It was Pliileas Fogg.

As for Captain Speedy, he was very snugly locked
tip in his cabin, and was howling at a rate that denoted
an anger very pardonable, which amounted to a par-
oxysm.

What had happened was very simple. Pliileas
Fogg wanted to go to Liverpool; the captain would
not take him there. Then Pliileas Fogg had agreed
to take passage for Bordeaux, and during the thirty
hours that he had been on board, he had manoeuvred
bo well with his bank-notes, that the crew, sailors and
firemen—an occasional crew, on bad terms with the
captain—belonged to him. And this is why Pliileas
Fogg commanded in the place of Captain Speedy, why


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 285

tlie captain was shut up in his cabin, and why, final-
ly, the Henrietta was steering her course towards
Liverpool. It was very clear, seeing Mr. Fogg
manoeuvre, that he had been a sailor.

Now, how the adventure would come out, would be
known later. Mrs. Aouda's uneasiness did not cease,
although she said nothing. Pix was stunned at first.
Passepartout found the thing simply splendid.

"Between eleven and twelve knots," Captain Speedy
had said, and the Henrietta did indeed maintain this
average of speed.

If then—how many "ifs" yet!—if the sea did not
become too rough, if the wind did not rise in the east,
if no mishap occurred to the vessel, no accident to the
engine, the Henrietta in the nine days, counting from
the 12th of December to the 21st, could accomplish
the three thousand miles separating New York from
Liverpool. It is true that once arrived, the Henrietta
affair on top of the Bank affair might take the gentle-
man a little further than he would like.

Daring the first few days they went along under
excellent conditions. The wind was not too rough;
the wind seemed stationary in the northeast: the sails
were hoisted, and with them the Henrietta sailed like
a genuine transatlantic steamer.

Passepartout was delighted. The last exploit of his
master, the consequences of which he preferred not to
consider, filled him with enthusiasm. The crew had


286 TOUR OF THE WOULD IN EIQETY DAYS.

never seen a gayer, more agile fellow. He made a
thousand friendships with the sailors and astonished
them by his acrobatic feats. He lavished upon them
the best names and the most attractive drinks. He
thought that they manoeuvred like gentlemen, and that
the firemen coaled up like heroes. His good humor
was very communicative, and impressed itself upon
all. He had forgotten the past, with its annoyances
and its perils. He thought only of the end, so nearly
reached, and sometimes he boiled over with impatience,
as if he had been heated by the furnaces of the Henri-
etta. Frequently, also, the worthy fellow revolved
around Fix; he looked at him with a distrustful eye,
but lie did not speak to him, for there no longer
existed any intimacy between these two old friends.

Besides, Fix, it must be confessed, did not under-
stand this thing at all. The conquest of the Henri-
etta, the purchase of her crew, and Fogg manoeuvring
like an accomplished seaman—this combination of
things confused him. He did not know what to think.
But, after all, a man who commenced by stealing fifty-
five thousand pounds could finish by stealing a vessel.
And Fix was naturally led to believe that the Henri-
etta, directed by Fogg, was not going to Liverpool at
all, but into some quarter of the world where the rob-
ber, become a pirate, would quietly place himself in
eafety! This hypothesis, it must be confessed, could
not be more plausible, and the detective commenced


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eky, and for two days the good fellow was in mortal
dread. But Pliileas Fogg was a bold sailor, who knew
liow to keep head against the sea, and he kept on liia
course, without even putting the vessel under a small
head of steam. The Henrietta, whenever she could
rise with the wave, passed over it, but her deck was
ewept from end to end. Sometimes, too, when a
mountain wave raised the stern out of the water, the
screw came out of the water, beating the air with its
blades, but the ship still moved right on.

Still the wind did not become as severe as might
have been feared. It was not one of those hurricanes
which sweep on with a velocity of ninety miles an
hour. It continued quite fresh, but unfortunately it
blew obstinately from the southeast, and did not allow
the sails to be hoisted. And yet, as we will see, it
would have been very useful if they could have come
to the aid of the steam!

The 16th of December was the seventy-fifth day
that had elapsed since leaving London. The Henri-
etta had not yet been seriously delayed. The half of
the voyage was nearly accomplished, and the worst
localities had been passed. In summer, success would
have been certain. In winter they were at the mercy
of the bad weather. Passepartout did not speak.
Secretly he hoped, and if the wind failed them, ho
Vmntcd at least upon the 6team.

Now; on this day, the engineer ascended to the


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 289

deck, met Mr. Fogg, and talked very earnestly with
him.

Without knowing why—by a presentiment, doubt-
less—Passepartout felt a sort of vague uneasiness. He
would have given one of liis ears to have heard with
the other what was said. But he could catch a few
words, these among others, uttered by his master:

" You are certain of what you say ?"
1 " I am certain sir," replied the engineer, " Do not
forget that, since our departure, all our furnaces have
been going, and although we had enough coal to go
under a small head of steam from New York to
Bordeaux, we have not enough for a full head of
steam from New York to Liverpool!"

"I will take the matter under consideration," re-
plied Mr. Fogg.

Passepartout understood. A mortal fear took pos-
session of him.

The coal was about to give out.

" Ah! if my master wards that off," he said to him-
self, " he will certainly be a famous man!"

And having met Fix, he could not help posting him
as to the situation.

"Then," replied the detective, with set teeth, "you
believe that we are going to Liverpool ?"

"I do, indeed!"

" Idiot 1" replied the detective, shrugging his shoul-
ders as he turned away.


TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 291

In fact, a few minutes later a bomb came on the
poop-deck, in the midst of cries and oaths. This bomb
was Captain Speedy. It was evident that it was going
to burst.

" Where are we ?" were the first words he uttered in
the midst of his choking anger, and certainly if the
worthy man had been apoplectic, he would never have
recovered from it.

" Where are we ?" he repeated, his face purple.

" Seven hundred and seventy miles from Liverpool,"
replied Mr. Fogg, with imperturbable calmness.

"Pirate!" cried Andrew Speedy.

" I have sent for you, sir—^

" Sea-skimmer!"

"Sir," continued Phileas Fogg, "to ask you to sell
jne your ship."

" No! by all the devils, no!"

" I shall be obliged to burn her."

" To burn my ship!"

"At least her upper portions, for we are out of
fuel."

" Burn my ship!" cried Captain Speedy, who could
no longer pronounce his syllables. "A ship that is
worth fifty thousand dollars!"

" Here are sixty thousand !" replied Phileas Fogg,
offering him a roll of bank-notes.

This produced a powerful effect upon Andrew
Gpeedy. No American is without emotion at the


292 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY BATS.

sight of sixty thousand dollars. The captain forgot in
an instant his anger, hia imprisonment, all his griev-
ances from his passenger. His ship was twenty years
old. It might be quite a bargain ! The bomb could
not explode. Mr. Fogg had withdrawn the fuse.

"And the iron hull will be left me," he said in a
eingularly softened tone.

"The iron hull and the engine, sir. It is a bar-
gain ?"

" A bargain."

And Andrew Speedy, snatching the roll of bank-
notes, counted them and slipped them into his
pocket.

During this scene, Passepartout was white as a sheet.
As for Fix, he narrowly escaped an apoplectic fit.
Nearly twenty thousand pounds spent, and yet this
Fogg was going to relinquish to the seller the hull and
the engine, that is, nearly the entire value of the ves-
sel ! It is true that the sum stolen from the bank
amounted to fifty-five thousand pounds!

When Andrew Speedy had pocketed his money, Mr.
Fogg said to him:

"Sir, don't let all this astonish you. Know that I /
lose twenty thousand pounds if I am not in London
on the 21st of December, at a quarter before nine in
the evening. Now, I had missed the steamer from
New York, and as you refused to take me to Liver,
pool—"

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TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 293

"And I have done well, by all the imps of the
lower regions," cried Andrew Speedy, " since I make
by it at least forty thousand dollars."

Then he added, more calmly:

" Do you know one thing, captain—V9

"Fogg."

" Well, Captain Fogg, there is something of the
Yankee in you."

And having paid his passenger what he thought to
be a compliment, he went away, when Pliileas Fogg
said to him:

" Now this ship belongs to me ?"

" Certainly, from the keel to the truck of the masts,
all the wood, understand."

" Yery well. Cut away the inside arrangements and
fire up with the debris."

It may be judged how much of this dry wood was
necessary to maintain the steam at sufficient pressure.
This day, the poop-deck, the cabins, the bunks, and
the spare deck all went.

The next day, the 19th of December, they burned
the masts, the rafts, and the spars. They cut down the
masts, and delivered them to the axe. The crew dis-
played an incredible zeal. Passepartout, hewing, cut-
ting, sawing, did the work of ten men. It was a per-
fect fury of demolition.

The next day, the 20th, the railings, the armor, all
of the ship above water, the greater part of the deck,


294 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS,

were consumed. The Henrietta was now a vessel cut
down like a pontoon.

But on this day they sighted the coast of Ireland
and Fastnet Light.

However, at ten o'clock in the evening the ship was
ony passing Queenstown. Pliileas Fogg had only
twenty-fours to reach London! Now, this was the
time the Henrietta needed to reach Liverpool, even
under full headway. And the steam was about to fail
the bold gentleman !

" Sir," said Captain Speedy to him then, who had
come to be interested in his projects, "I really pity
you. Everything is against you. We are as yet only
in front of Queenstown."

" All!" said Mr. Fogg, " that is Queenstown, the
place where we perceive the light ?"

" Yes."

" Can we enter the harbor

" Not for three hours. Only at high tide.,?

" Let us wait," Phileas Fogg replied calmly, without
letting it be seen on his face that, by a last inspiration,*
he was going to try to conquer once more his contrary
fate!

Queenstown is a port on the coast of Ireland, at
which the transatlantic steamers coming from the
United States deposit their mail bag. These letters
are carried to Dublin by express trains always ready to
Btart. From Dublin they arrive in Liverpool by very


TOUR OF THE WOULD IN EIGHTY DATS. 298

swift vessels, thus gaining twelve liours over the most
rapid sailers of the ocean companies.

These twelve horn's which the American couriers
gained, Phileas Fogg intended to gain too. Instead
of arriving by the Henrietta in the evening of the next
day, at Liverpool, he would be there by noon, and,
consequently, he would have time enough to reach
London before a quarter of nine in the evening.

Towards one o'clock in the morning, the Henrietta
entered Qneenstown harbor at high tide, and Phileas
Fogg, having received a vigorous shake of the hand
from Captain Speedy, left him on the levelled hulk of
his vessel, still worth the half of what he had sold it
for!

The passengers landed immediately. Fix, at this
moment, had a fierce desire to arrest Mr. Fogg. He
did not do it, however. "Why ? What conflict was
going on within him ? Had he changed his mind writh
reference to Mr. togg? Did he finally perceive that
* he was mistaken ? Fix, however, did not leave Mr.
Fogg. With him, Mrs. Aouda, and Passepartout, who
did not take time to breathe, he jumped into the train
at Queenstown at half-past one in the morning, arrived
at Dublin at break of day, and immediately embarked
on one of those steamers—regular steel spindles, all
engine—which, disdaining to rise with the waves, in-
variably pass right through them.

At twenty minutes before noon, the 21st of Decern-


290 TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

ber, Pliileas Fogg finally landed on the quay at Liver*
pool. He was now only six hours from London.

But at this moment Fix approached him, put hia
hand on his shoulder, and, showing his warrant, said:
44 You are really Phileas Fogg P
" Yes, sir."

" I arrest you, in the name of the Queen!"

CHAPTER XXXIV.

which gives passepartout the opportunity of let-
ting out some atrocious but perhaps unpublished
words.

%

Phileas Fogg was in prison. He had been shut up
in the Custom House in Liverpool, and was to pass the
night there, awaiting his transfer to London.

At the moment of his arrest, Passepartout wished
to rush upon the detective. Some policemen held him
back. Mrs. Aouda, frightened by the brutality of the
act, and knowing nothing about it, could not under-
stand it. Passepartout explained the situation to her.
Mr. Fogg, this honest and courageous gentleman, to
whom she owed her life, was arrested as a robber.
The young woman protested against such an allega-
tion, her heart rose with indignation, and tears flowed


TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DA Yd 297

from her eyes when she saw that she could not do any-
thing or attempt anything to save her deliverer.

As for Fix, he had arrested the gentleman because
his duty commanded liim to, whether he was guilty or
not. The courts would decide the question.

But then a thought came to Passepartout—the ter-
rible thought that he was certainly the cause of all this
misfortune! Indeed, why had he concealed this ad-
venture from Mr. Fogg? When Fix had revealed
both his capacity as a detective and the mission with
which he was charged, why had he decided not to
warn his master ? The latter, informed, would with-
out doubt have given Fix proofs of his innocence; he
would have demonstrated to him his error; at any rate
he would not have conveyed at his expense and on his
tracks this unfortunate detective, whose first care was
to arrest him the moment he set foot on the soil of tho
United Kingdom. Thinking of his faults and his im-
prudence, the poor fellow was overwhelmed with re-
morse. He wept so that it was painful to look at him.
He felt like blowing his brains out.

Mrs. Aouda and he remained, notwithstanding the
cold, under the porch of the Custom IIo?ise. Neither
of them wished to leave the place. They wanted to
see Mr. Fogg once more.

As for that gentleman, he was really ruined, and at
the very moment that he was about to reach his end.
This arrest would ruin him irrecoverably. Having ar-


298 TOUR OF TIIE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS,

rived at Liverpool twenty minutes before twelve, noon,
on the 21st of December, lie liad until quarter of nine
in the evening to appear at the Reform Club—that is,
nine hours and five minutes, and he only needed six to
reach London. At this moment, any one entering the
Custom House would have found Mr. Fogg seated mo-
tionless, on a wooden bench, without anger, lmperturba^
ble. He could not have been said to be resigned, but
this blow had not been able to move him, in appearance
at least. "Was he fostering within himself one of those
secret spells of anger, terrible because they are pent up,
and which break out only at the last moment with irre-
sistible force? We do not know. But Pliileas Fogg
was there, calm, waiting for—what? Did he cherish
some hope ? Did he still believe in success, when the
door of his prison was closed„upon him ?

However that may be, Mr. Fogg carefully put his
watch 011 the table, and watched the hands move. Not a
word escaped from his lips, but his look had a singular
fixedness.

In any event the situation was terrible, and for any
one that could read his thoughts, they ran thus:

An honest man, Phileas Fogg was ruined.

A dishonest man, he was caught.

Did he think of escaping? Did he think of looking
to see whether there was a practicable outlet from his
prison ? Did he think of flying ? We would be tempt-
ed to believe so; for, once he took the tour of the


TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS, 299

room. But the door was securely locked and the win«
dows had iron bars. He sat down again, and took from
his pocket-book the diary of his journey. On the line
which bore these words:

" December 21st, Saturday, Liverpool," he added:

"Eightieth day, 11:40 a.m.," and he waited.	(

The Custom House clock struck one. Mr. Fogg
observed that his watch was two hour* fast by this
clock.

Two hours! Admitting that he should jump aboard
an express train at this moment he could still arrive in
London and at the Reform Club before quarter of nine
in the evening. A light frown passed over his fore-
head.

At thirty-three minutes after two o'clock, a noise
sounded outside, a bustle from the opening of doors.
The voice of Passepartout was heard, aud also that of
Fix.

Phileas Fogg's look brightened up a inomept.

The door opened, and he saw Mrs. Aouda, Passepar-
tout, Fix, rushing towards him.

Fix was out of breath, his hair all disordered, and lie
could not speak:

" Sir," he stammered," sir—pardon—an unfortunate
-esemblance—robber arrested three days ago—you—
free!—"

Phileas Fogg was free! He went to the detective,
looked him well in the face, and, with the only rapid


800 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

movement that he ever had made or ever would make
in his life, he drew both his arms back, and then, with
the precision of an automaton, he struck the unfortu-
nate detective with both his fists.

"Well hit!" cried Passepartout, who, allowing him-
self an atrocious flow of words, quite worthy of a
Frenchman, added: " Zounds! this is what might be
called a fiife application of English fists!"

Fix, prostrate, did not utter a wTord. lie only got
what he deserved. But Mr. Fogg, Mrs. Aouda, and
Passepartout immediately left the Custom House.
They jumped into a carriage, and in a few minutes ar-
rived at the depot.

Phileas Fogg asked if there was an express train
ready to start for London.

It was forty minutes past two. The express left thir-
ty-five minutes before.

Phileas Fogg then ordered a special train.

There were several locomotives of great 6peed with
steam up; but, owing to the exigencies of the service,
the special train could not leave the depot before three
o'clock.

At three o'clock, Phileas Fogg,- after saying a few
words to the engineer about a certain reward to be won,
moved on in the direction of London, in the company
of the young woman and his faithful servant.

The distance which separates Liverpool from London
must be accomplished in five hours and a half—a very


TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY BAYS. 303

The night passed. Mr. Fogg had retired; but had
iie slept \ As for Mrs. Aouda, she could not take a
single moment's rest. Passepartout had watched, like
a dog, at his master's door.

The next morning Mr. Fogg sent for him, and
ordered him very briefly to prepare Mrs. Aouda's
breakfast. As for himself, he would be satisfied with
a cup of tea and a piece of toast. Mrs. Aouda would
be kind enough to excuse him from breakfast and
dinner, for all his time would be devoted to arranging
his affairs. He would not come down. He would
only ask Mrs. Aouda's permission to have a few mo-
ment's conversation with her in the evening.

Passepartout, having been given the programme for
the day, had nothing to do but to conform to it. He
looked at his master, still so impassible, and he could
not make up his mind to quit his room. His heart
Was full, and his conscience weighed down with re-
morse, for he accused himself more than ever for this
irreparable disaster. Yes! if he had warned Mr. Fogg,
if he had disclosed to him the plans of the detective
Fix, Mr. Fogg would certainly not have dragged the
detective Fix with him as far as Liverpool, and then—
Passepartout could not hold in any longer.
"My master! Monsieur Fogg!" he cried, "curse
me. It is through my fault that—"

"I blame no one," replied Pliileas Fogg, in the
calmest tone. " Go "


304 TOUR OF TEE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

Passepartout left the room, and went to find the
young woman, to whom lie made known liis master's
intentions.

"Madame," lie added, "I can do nothing by my-
self, nothing at all. I have no influence over my
master's mind. You, perhaps—"

" What influence would I have?" replied Mrs. Aouda.
" Mr. Fogg is subject to none. Has lie ever understood
that my gratitude for him was overflowing ? Has he
ever read my heart ? My friend, you must not leave
him for a single instant. You say that he has shown
a desire to speak to me this evening ?"

"Yes, madame. It is no doubt with reference to
making your position in England comfortable."

" Let us wait," replied the young woman, who was
quite passive.

Thus, during this day, Sunday, the house in Saville
Row was as if uninhabited, and for the first time
Bince he lived there, Phileas Fogg did not go to his
club when the Parliament House clock struck half-past
eleven.

And why should this gentleman have presented him-
self at the Reform Club ? His colleagues no longer
expected him. Since Phileas Fogg did not appear in
the saloon of the Reform Club the evening of the day
before, on this fatal date, Saturday, December 21, at
quarter before nine, his bet was lost. It was not even
necessary that he should go to his banker's to draw this


TOUR OF THE WOULD LV EIGI1TY DAYS. 305

sum of twenty thousand pounds. His opponents had
in their hands a check signed by him, and it only
needed a simple writing to go to Baring Brothers in
order that the twenty thousand pounds might be car-
ried to their credit.

Mr. Fogg had then nothing to take him out, and he
did not go out. He remained in his room, putting his
affairs in order. Passepartout was continually going
up and down stairs. The hours did not move for this
poor fellow. He listened at the door of his master's
room, and in doing so, did not think he committed the
least indiscretion. He looked throught the key-hole,
and imagined that he had this right. Passepartout
feared at every moment some catastrophe. Sometimes
he thought of Fix, but a change had taken place in his
mind. He no longer blamed the detective. Fix had
been deceived, like everybody else, with respect to
Phileas Fogg, and in following him and arresting him
he had only done his duty, while he— This thought
overwhelmed him, and he considered himself the most
•wretched of human beings.

When, finally, Passepartout would be too unhappy to
be alone, he would knock at Mrs. Aouda's door, enter
her room, and sit down in a corner withuot saying a
word, and look at the young woman with a pensive
air.

About half-past seven in the evening, Mr. Fogg sent
$q ask Mrs. A>ouda if she could receive hiin, and in a


300 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIQIITY DAYS.

few moments after the young woman and he were
alone in the room.

Phileas Fogg took a chair and sat down near the lire-
place opposite Mrs. Aouda. His face reflected no
emotion. Fogg returned Was exactly the Fogg who
had gone away. The same calmness, the same impas-
sibility.

He remained without speaking for five minutes.
Then, raising his eyes to Mrs. Aouda, he said:

" Madame, will you pardon me for haying brought
you to England?"

" I, Mr. Fogg!" replied Mrs. Aouda, suppressing
the throbbings of her heart

"Be kind enough to allow me to finish," continued
Mr. Fogg. " When I thought of takingyou so far away
from that country, become so dangerous for you, I was
rich, and I counted on placing a portion of my fortune
at your disposal. Your life would have been happy
und free. Now, I am ruined."

" I know it, Mr. Fogg," replied the young wo-
man, "and I in turn will ask you, will you pardon
me for having followed you, and—who knows ?—for
having perhaps assisted in your ruin by delaying
you P

" Madame, you could not remain in India, and your
safety was only assured by removing you so far that
those fanatics could not retake you."

" So, Mr. Fogg,51 replied Mrs. Aouda, " not satisfied


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 307

with rescuing me from a horrible death, you believed
you were obliged to assure my position abroad?"

"Yes, madame," replied Fogg, "but events have
turned against me. However, I ask your permission
to dispose of the little I have left in your favor."

"But you, Mr. Fogg, what will become of you?*
asked Mrs. Aouda.

"I, madame," replied the gentleman, coldly, "I do
not need anything."

" But how, sir, do you look upon the fate that awaits
you ?"

" As I ought to look at it," replied Mr. Fogg.

"In any event," continued Mrs. Aouda, "want
could not reach such a man as you. Your friends—"

" I have no friends, madame."

" Your relatives—"	■

" I have no relatives now."

"I pity you then, Mr. Fogg, for solitude is a sad
thing. What! have you not one heart into which
to pour your troubles ? They say, however, that with
two misery itself is bearable!"

" They say so, madame."

"Mr. Fogg," then said Mrs. Aouda, rising and hold-
ing out her hand to the gentleman, " do yon wish at
once a relative and a friend? Will you have me for
your wife ?"

Mr. Fogg, at this, rose in his turn. There seemed
to be an unusual reflection in his eyes, a trembling of


810 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

moment? On the 17th of December—the day that
James Strand was arrested—it was seventy-six days
since Phileas Fogg started, and no news from him !
Was he dead? Had lie given up the effort, or was ha
continuing his course as agreed upon ? And would lie
appear on Saturday, the 21st of December, at a quarter
——before nine in the evening, the very impersonation of
exactness, on the threshold of the saloon of the Reform
Club?

We must give up the effort to depict the anxiety in
which for three days all of London society lived. They
sent dispatches to America, to Asia, to get news of
Phileas Fogg. They sent morning and evening to
watch the house in Saville Row. Nothing there. The
police themselves did not know what had become of
the detective Fix, who had so unfortunately thrown
himself on a false scent. This did not prevent bets
from being entered into anew on a larger scale.
Phileas Fogg, like a race-horse, was coming to the last
turn. He was quoted no longer at one hundred, but
at twenty, ten, live; and the old paralytic Lord Albe-
marle bet even in his favor.

So that on Saturday evening there was a crowd in
Pall Mall and in the neighboring streets. It might
have been supposed that there was an immense crowd
of brokers permanently established around the Reform
Club. Circulation was impeded. They discussed,
disputed, and cried the prices of "Phileas Fogg," lik<&


TOUR OF THE WORLD IJS EIGHTY DAYS. 31J

they did those of English Consols. The policemen
had much difficulty in keeping the crowd back, and ix
proportion as the hour approached at which Phileas
Fogg ought to arrive, the excitement took incredible
proportions.

This evening, the five colleagues of the gentleman
were assembled in the grand saloon of the Reform
Club. The two bankers, John Sullivan and Samuel
Fallentin, the engineer Andrew Stuart, Qauthier
Ralph, the director of the Bank of England, and the
brewer, Thomas Flanagan, all waited with anxiety.

At the moment that the clock in the grand salooi*
indicated twenty-five minutes past eight, Andrew
Stuart, rising, said:

"Gentlemen, in twenty minutes the time agreed
upon between Mr. Phileas Fogg and ourselves will
have expired."

" At what hour did the last train arrive from Liver-
pool ?" asked Thomas Flanagan.

"At twenty-three minutes after seven," replied
Gauthier Ralph, " and the next train does not arrive
until ten minutes after twelve, midnight."

"Well, gentlemen," continued Andrew Stuart, "if
Phileas Fogg had arrived in the train at twenty-three
minutes after seven, he would already be here. We
can then consider we have won the bet."

" Let us wait before deciding," replied Samuel Fal-
lentin. " You know that our colleague is an oddity


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 313

morrow we liave only to present to Baring Brothers
Mr. Fogg's elieck."

At this moment, the clock in the saloon struck forty
minutes after eight.	'

" Five minutes yet," said Andrew Stuart.

The five colleagues looked at each other. It may
^e believed that their hearts beat a little more rapidly,
for, even for good players, it was a great risk. But
hey did not betray themselves, for at Samuel Fallen-
'in's suggestion, they seated themselves at a card
5able»

" I would not give my part of four thousand pounds
in the bet," said Andrew Stuart, seating himself," even
if I was offered three thousand nine hundred and
ninety-nine!"

At this moment the hands noted forty-two minutes
after eight.

The players took up their cards, but their eyes were
constai.t'y fixed upon the clock. It may be asserted that
notwithstanding their security, the minutes had never
seemed so long to them !

"Forfcy-three minutes after eight," said Thomas
Flanagan, cutting the cards which Gauthier Ralph
presented to him.

Then there was a moment's silence. The immense
saloon of the club was quiet. But outeide they heard
die hubbub of the crowd, above which were some-
times heard loud cries. The pendulum of the clock


314 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

was beating the seconds with mathematical regularity,
and every player could count them as they struck
his ear.

\ " Forty-four minutes after eight," said John Sulli-
van in a voice in which was heard an involuntary
emotion*

One more minute and the bet would be wok. An.
drew Stuart and his colleagues played no longer.
They had abandoned their cards! They were count-
ing the seconds!

At the fortieth second, nothing. At the fiftieth
still nothing!

At the fifty-fifth, there was a roaring like that of
thunder outside, shouts, hurrahs, and even curses kept
lip in one prolonged roll.

The players rose.

At the fifty-seventh second, the door of the snloon
opened, and the pendulum had not beat the sixtieth
second, when Phileas Fogg appeared, followed by an
excited crowd, who had forced an entrance into the
club, and in his calm voice, he said:

" Gentlemen, here I am 1"


TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 315

CHAPTER XXXVII.

- *

IN Wllicn IT IS PROVED THAT PHILEA8 FOGG HAS

GAINED NOTHING BY MAKING THIS TOUR OF TH&

WORLD, UNLESS IT BE HAPPINESS.

Yes ! Pliileas Fogg in person.

It will be remembered that at five minutes after
eight in the evening, about twenty-five hours after
the arrival of the travellers in London, Passepartout
was charged by his master to inform Rev. Samuel
Wilson in reference to a certain marriage which was *
to take place the next day.

Passepartout went, delighted. He repaired with
rapid steps to the residence of Rev. Samuel Wilson,
who had not come home. Of course Passepartout
waited, but he waited full twenty minutes at least.
In short, it was thirty-five minutes past eight when
lio left the clergyman's house. But in what a con-
dition! His hair disordered, hatless, running, run-
ning as has never been seen in the memory of man,
upsetting passers-by, rushing along the sidewalks like
a water-spout.

In three minutes, he had returned to the house in
Saville Row, and fell, out of breath, in Mr. Fogg's
room.


316 TOUR OF THE WOULD IN HIGUTY BAYS.

He could not speak.

" Wliat is tlie matter ?" asked Mr. Fogg.

"Master—" stammered Passepartout, "marring**-*
impossible!"

"Impossible?"

" Impossible—to-morrow."

"Why?"

" Because to-morrow is—Sunday !*

"Monday," replied Mr. Fogg.

"No—to-day—Saturday."

" Saturday ? Impossible!"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" cried Passepartout. "You
#have made a mistake of one day. We arrive twen-
ty-four hours in advance—but there are not tr/i min-
utes left!"

Passepartout seized his master by the cellar, and
dragged him along with irresistible force!

Phileas Fogg, thus taken, without haw/ig time to
reflect, left his room, went out of his hoace, jumped
into a cab, promised one hundred pouuds to the
driver, and, after running over two dcgp and running
into five carriages, arrived at the Reform Club.

The clock indicated quarter of nine, when he ap-
peared in the grand saloon.

Phileas Fogg had accomplished this tour of the
world in eighty days!

Phileas Fogg had won his bet of twenty thousand
pounds!


TOUR OF TIIE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS. 317

And now, how could so exact and cautious a man
liave made this mistake of a day ? How did he think
that it was the evening of Saturday, December 21,
when it was only Friday, December 20, only seventy-
nine days after his departure ?

This is the reason for this mistake. It is very
simple.

Pliileaa Fogg had, without suspecting it, gained a
day on his journey—only because he had made the
tour of the world going to the east, and on the con-
trary he would have lost a day going in the contrary
direction, that is, towards the west.

Indeed, journeying towards the east, Phileas Fogg
was going towards the sun, and consequently the days
became as many times four minutes less for him, as
he crossed degrees in that direction. Now there are
three hundred and sixty degrees to the earth's circum-
ference, and these three hundred and sixty degrees,
multiplied by four minutes, give precisely twenty*
four hours—that is to say, the day unconsciously
gained. In other words, while Phileas Fogg, travel*
ling towards the east, *saw the sun pass the meridian
eighty times, his colleagues, remaining in London,
saw it pass only seventy-nine times. Therefore this
very day, which was Saturday, and not Sunday, as
Mr. Fogg thought, his friends were waiting for him
in the saloon of the Reform Club.

And Passepartout's famous watch, which had


318 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DATS.

Always kept London time, would have sliown this, if
ii had indicated the days, as well as the minutes and
hours!

Pliileas Fogg then had won the twenty thousand
pounds. But as he had spent in his journey about
nineteen thousand, the pecuniary result was small.
However, as has been said, the eccentric gentleman
had sought in his bet to gain the victory, and not to
make money. And even the thousand pounds re-
maining he divided between Passepartout and the
unfortunate Fix, against whom he could not cherish a
grudge. Only for the sake of exactness, he retained
from his servant the cost of the gas burned through
his fault for nineteen hundred and twenty hours.

This very evening Mr. Fogg, as impassible and as
phlegmatic as ever, said to Mrs. Aouda:

" This marriage is still agreeable to you ?"

"Mr. Fogg," replied Mrs. Aouda, "it is for me to
ask you that question. You were ruined; now you
are rich—"

" Pardon me, madame; my fortune belongs to you.
If you had not thought of the marriage, my servant
would not have gone to the house of Rev. Samuel
Wilson. I would not have been apprised of my mis-
take, and—"

" Dear Mr. Fogg—" said the young woman.

" Dear Aouda," replied Phileas Fogg.

It is readily understood that the marriage took


520 TOUU OF THE WORLD IN EIOHTT DATS.

Nothing, do yon say? Nothing, perhaps, but a
charming woman, who—improbable as it may appear
—-made him the happiest of men!

Truly, would you not, for less than that, make tm
tour of the world t

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