valley of the Ganges without ever thinking of
seeing it
Chapter 15 -In which the bag of banknotes
disgorges some thousands of pounds more
Chapter 16 -In which Fix does not seem to
understand in the least what is said to him
Chapter 17 -Showing what happened on the
voyage from Singapore to Hong Kong
Chapter 18 -In which Phileas Fogg,
Passepartout, and Fix go each about his
business
Chapter 19 -In which Passepartout takes a
too great interest in his master, and what
comes of it
Chapter 20 -In which Fix comes face to face
with Phileas Fogg
Chapter 21 -In which the master of the
"Tankadere" runs great risk of losing a
reward of two hundred pounds
Chapter 22 -In which Passepartout finds out
that, even at the Antipodes, it is convenient
to have some money in one's pocket
Chapter 23 -In Which Passepartout's Nose
Becomes Outrageously Long
Chapter 24 -During which Mr. Fogg and
party cross the Pacific ocean
Chapter 25 -In which a slight glimpse is had
of San Francisco
Chapter 26 -In which Phileas Fogg and party
travel by the Pacific railroad
Chapter 27 -In which Passepartout
undergoes, at a speed of twenty miles an
hour, a course of mormon history
Chapter 28 -In which Passepartout does not
succeed in making anybody listen to reason

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London docks of which he was the owner;
he had no public employment; he had never
been entered at any of the Inns of Court,
either at the Temple, or Lincoln's Inn, or
Gray's Inn; nor had his voice ever
resounded in the Court of Chancery, or in
the Exchequer, or the Queen's Bench, or
the Ecclesiastical Courts. He certainly was
not a manufacturer; nor was he a merchant
or a gentleman farmer. His name was
strange to the scientific and learned
societies, and he never was known to take
part in the sage deliberations of the Royal
Institution or the London Institution, the
Artisan's Association, or the Institution of
Arts and Sciences. He belonged, in fact, to
none of the numerous societies which
swarm in the English capital, from the
Harmonic to that of the Entomologists,
founded mainly for the purpose of
abolishing pernicious insects.

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

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

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

Was Phileas Fogg rich? Undoubtedly. But
those who knew him best could not imagine
how he had made his fortune, and Mr. Fogg
was the last person to whom to apply for the
information. He was not lavish, nor, on the
contrary, avaricious; for, whenever he knew
that money was needed for a noble, useful,
or benevolent purpose, he supplied it quietly
and sometimes anonymously. He was, in
short, the least communicative of men. He
talked very little, and seemed all the more
mysterious for his taciturn manner. His daily
habits were quite open to observation; but

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went home at exactly midnight, only to retire
at once to bed. He never used the cosy
chambers which the Reform provides for its
favoured members. He passed ten hours
out of the twenty-four in Saville Row, either
in sleeping or making his toilet. When he
chose to take a walk it was with a regular
step in the entrance hall with its mosaic
flooring, or in the circular gallery with its
dome supported by twenty red porphyry
Ionic columns, and illumined by blue painted
windows. When he breakfasted or dined all
the resources of the club--its kitchens and
pantries, its buttery and dairy--aided to
crowd his table with their most succulent
stores; he was served by the gravest
waiters, in dress coats, and shoes with
swan-skin soles, who proffered the viands
in special porcelain, and on the finest linen;
club decanters, of a lost mould, contained
his sherry, his port, and his cinnamon-
spiced claret; while his beverages were
refreshingly cooled with ice, brought at
great cost from the American lakes.

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

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

Phileas Fogg was seated squarely in his
armchair, his feet close together like those
of a grenadier on parade, his hands resting

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hear a good report of you. You know my
conditions?"

"Yes, monsieur."

"Good! What time is it?"

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

"You are too slow," said Mr. Fogg.

"Pardon me, monsieur, it is impossible--"

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

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

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

Chapter 2 In which Passepartout is
convinced that he has at last found his ideal

"Faith," muttered Passepartout, somewhat
flurried, "I've seen people at Madame
Tussaud's as lively as my new master!"

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

During his brief interview with Mr. Fogg,
Passepartout had been carefully observing

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by Moliere with a bold gaze and a nose held
high in the air; he was an honest fellow, with
a pleasant face, lips a trifle protruding, soft-
mannered and serviceable, with a good
round head, such as one likes to see on the
shoulders of a friend. His eyes were blue,
his complexion rubicund, his figure almost
portly and well-built, his body muscular, and
his physical powers fully developed by the
exercises of his younger days. His brown
hair was somewhat tumbled; for, while the
ancient sculptors are said to have known
eighteen methods of arranging Minerva's
tresses, Passepartout was familiar with but
one of dressing his own: three strokes of a
large-tooth comb completed his toilet.

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

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disorder and unrest under the illustrious but
dissipated Sheridan, was cosiness,
comfort, and method idealised. There was
no study, nor were there books, which
would have been quite useless to Mr. Fogg;
for at the Reform two libraries, one of
general literature and the other of law and
politics, were at his service. A moderate-
sized safe stood in his bedroom,
constructed so as to defy fire as well as
burglars; but Passepartout found neither
arms nor hunting weapons anywhere;
everything betrayed the most tranquil and
peaceable habits.

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

Chapter 3 In which a conversation takes
place which seems likely to cost Phileas
Fogg dear

Phileas Fogg, having shut the door of his
house at half-past eleven, and having put
his right foot before his left five hundred and
seventy-five times, and his left foot before
his right five hundred and seventy-six times,
reached the Reform Club, an imposing
edifice in Pall Mall, which could not have
cost less than three millions. He repaired at
once to the dining-room, the nine windows
of which open upon a tasteful garden,
where the trees were already gilded with an
autumn colouring; and took his place at the
habitual table, the cover of which had
already been laid for him. His breakfast
consisted of a side-dish, a broiled fish with
Reading sauce, a scarlet slice of roast beef
garnished with mushrooms, a rhubarb and
gooseberry tart, and a morsel of Cheshire

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

"No."

"Perhaps he's a manufacturer, then."

"The Daily Telegraph says that he is a
gentleman."

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

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"Well, but where can he fly to?" asked Ralph.
"No country is safe for him."

"Pshaw!"

"Where could he go, then?"

"Oh, I don't know that. The world is big
enough."

"It was once," said Phileas Fogg, in a low
tone. "Cut, sir," he added, handing the
cards to Thomas Flanagan.

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

"What do you mean by `once'? Has the
world grown smaller?"

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

"And also why the thief can get away more
easily."

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

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

"In eighty days," interrupted Phileas Fogg.

"That is true, gentlemen," added John
Sullivan. "Only eighty days, now that the
section between Rothal and Allahabad, on
the Great Indian Peninsula Railway, has

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impossible."

"Quite possible, on the contrary," returned
Mr. Fogg.

"Well, make it, then!"

"The journey round the world in eighty
days?"

"Yes."

"I should like nothing better."

"When?"

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

"It's absurd!" cried Stuart, who was
beginning to be annoyed at the persistency
of his friend. "Come, let's go on with the
game."

"Deal over again, then," said Phileas Fogg.
"There's a false deal."

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

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

"Calm yourself, my dear Stuart," said
Fallentin. "It's only a joke."

"When I say I'll wager," returned Stuart, "I
mean it." "All right," said Mr. Fogg; and,
turning to the others, he continued: "I have a
deposit of twenty thousand at Baring's
which I will willingly risk upon it."

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

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deposited in my name at Baring's, will
belong to you, in fact and in right,
gentlemen. Here is a cheque for the
amount."

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

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

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

Chapter 4 In which Phileas Fogg astounds
Passepartout, his servant

Having won twenty guineas at whist, and
taken leave of his friends, Phileas Fogg, at
twenty-five minutes past seven, left the
Reform Club.

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

Mr. Fogg repaired to his bedroom, and

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stout shoes, though we shall do little
walking. Make haste!"

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

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

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

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

"You have forgotten nothing?" asked he.

"Nothing, monsieur."

"My mackintosh and cloak?"

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

"You do not forget when you are due in
London again?" asked Stuart.

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

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

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

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

"What's the matter?" asked Mr. Fogg.

"Alas! In my hurry--I--I forgot--"

"What?"

"To turn off the gas in my room!"

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

Chapter 5 In which a new species of funds,
unknown to the moneyed men, appears on
'change

Phileas Fogg rightly suspected that his
departure from London would create a lively
sensation at the West End. The news of the

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Everything, it said, was against the
travellers, every obstacle imposed alike by
man and by nature. A miraculous
agreement of the times of departure and
arrival, which was impossible, was
absolutely necessary to his success. He
might, perhaps, reckon on the arrival of
trains at the designated hours, in Europe,
where the distances were relatively
moderate; but when he calculated upon
crossing India in three days, and the United
States in seven, could he rely beyond
misgiving upon accomplishing his task?
There were accidents to machinery, the
liability of trains to run off the line, collisions,
bad weather, the blocking up by snow--
were not all these against Phileas Fogg?
Would he not find himself, when travelling by
steamer in winter, at the mercy of the winds
and fogs? Is it uncommon for the best
ocean steamers to be two or three days
behind time? But a single delay would
suffice to fatally break the chain of
communication; should Phileas Fogg once
miss, even by an hour; a steamer, he would
have to wait for the next, and that would
irrevocably render his attempt vain.

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

Everybody knows that England is the world
of betting men, who are of a higher class
than mere gamblers; to bet is in the English
temperament. Not only the members of the
Reform, but the general public, made heavy
wagers for or against Phileas Fogg, who
was set down in the betting books as if he
were a race-horse. Bonds were issued,
and made their appearance on 'Change;
"Phileas Fogg bonds" were offered at par
or at a premium, and a great business was
done in them. But five days after the article
in the bulletin of the Geographical Society

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with those of the rest of the members at the
Reform Club, was minutely examined, and
it betrayed, feature by feature, the
description of the robber which had been
provided to the police. The mysterious
habits of Phileas Fogg were recalled; his
solitary ways, his sudden departure; and it
seemed clear that, in undertaking a tour
round the world on the pretext of a wager,
he had had no other end in view than to
elude the detectives, and throw them off his
track.

Chapter 6 In which Fix, the detective,
betrays a very natural impatience

The circumstances under which this
telegraphic dispatch about Phileas Fogg
was sent were as follows:

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

Two men were promenading up and down
the wharves, among the crowd of natives
and strangers who were sojourning at this
once straggling village now, thanks to the
enterprise of M. Lesseps, a fast-growing
town. One was the British consul at Suez,
who, despite the prophecies of the English
Government, and the unfavourable
predictions of Stephenson, was in the habit
of seeing, from his office window, English
ships daily passing to and fro on the great
canal, by which the old roundabout route

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

"I hope so, Mr. Fix, for it was a heavy
robbery."

"A magnificent robbery, consul; fifty-five
thousand pounds! We don't often have such
windfalls. Burglars are getting to be so
contemptible nowadays! A fellow gets hung
for a handful of shillings!"

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

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

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

Little by little the scene on the quay became
more animated; sailors of various nations,
merchants, ship-brokers, porters, fellahs,
bustled to and fro as if the steamer were
immediately expected. The weather was
clear, and slightly chilly. The minarets of the
town loomed above the houses in the pale
rays of the sun. A jetty pier, some two
thousand yards along, extended into the
roadstead. A number of fishing-smacks

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intending to reach the New World, he would
naturally take the route via India, which was
less watched and more difficult to watch
than that of the Atlantic. But Fix's reflections
were soon interrupted by a succession of
sharp whistles, which announced the arrival
of the Mongolia. The porters and fellahs
rushed down the quay, and a dozen boats
pushed off from the shore to go and meet
the steamer. Soon her gigantic hull
appeared passing along between the
banks, and eleven o'clock struck as she
anchored in the road. She brought an
unusual number of passengers, some of
whom remained on deck to scan the
picturesque panorama of the town, while
the greater part disembarked in the boats,
and landed on the quay.

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

"Is this your passport?" asked he.

"No, it's my master's."

"And your master is--"

"He stayed on board."

"But he must go to the consul's in person, so
as to establish his identity."

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honest folks, and aiding in the flight of
rogues. I assure you it will be quite the thing
for him to do; but I hope you will not visa the
passport."

"Why not? If the passport is genuine I have
no right to refuse."

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

"Ah, that's your look-out. But I cannot--"

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

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

"I am."

"And this man is your servant?"

"He is: a Frenchman, named
Passepartout."

"You are from London?"

"Yes."

"And you are going--"

"To Bombay."

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

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"Left Turin, Friday, at 7.20 a.m. "Arrived at
Brindisi, Saturday, October 5th, at 4 p.m.
"Sailed on the Mongolia, Saturday, at 5 p.m.
"Reached Suez, Wednesday, October 9th,
at 11 a.m. "Total of hours spent, 158+; or, in
days, six days and a half."

These dates were inscribed in an itinerary
divided into columns, indicating the month,
the day of the month, and the day for the
stipulated and actual arrivals at each
principal point Paris, Brindisi, Suez,
Bombay, Calcutta, Singapore, Hong Kong,
Yokohama, San Francisco, New York, and
London--from the 2nd of October to the 21st
of December; and giving a space for
setting down the gain made or the loss
suffered on arrival at each locality. This
methodical record thus contained an
account of everything needed, and Mr.
Fogg always knew whether he was behind-
hand or in advance of his time. On this
Friday, October 9th, he noted his arrival at
Suez, and observed that he had as yet
neither gained nor lost. He sat down quietly
to breakfast in his cabin, never once
thinking of inspecting the town, being one of
those Englishmen who are wont to see
foreign countries through the eyes of their
domestics.

Chapter 8 In which Passepartout talks rather
more, perhaps, than is prudent

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

"Well, my friend," said the detective, coming
up with him, "is your passport visaed?"

"Ah, it's you, is it, monsieur?" responded
Passepartout. "Thanks, yes, the passport is
all right."

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Passepartout pulled out his big watch.
"Twelve!" he exclaimed; "why, it's only eight
minutes before ten."

"Your watch is slow."

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

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

"I regulate my watch? Never!"

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

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

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

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

"But where is your master going?"

"Always straight ahead. He is going round
the world."

"Round the world?" cried Fix.

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

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"Certainly."

"The deuce! I was going to tell you there's
one thing that worries me my burner!"

"What burner?"

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

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

"Consul," said he, "I have no longer any
doubt. I have spotted my man. He passes
himself off as an odd stick who is going
round the world in eighty days."

"Then he's a sharp fellow," returned the
consul, "and counts on returning to London
after putting the police of the two countries
off his track."

"We'll see about that," replied Fix.

"But are you not mistaken?"

"I am not mistaken."

"Why was this robber so anxious to prove, by
the visa, that he had passed through Suez?"

"Why? I have no idea; but listen to me."

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officers of various grades, the latter being
either attached to the regular British forces
or commanding the Sepoy troops, and
receiving high salaries ever since the
central government has assumed the
powers of the East India Company: for the
sub-lieutenants get 280 pounds, brigadiers,
2,400 pounds, and generals of divisions, 4,000
pounds. What with the military men, a
number of rich young Englishmen on their
travels, and the hospitable efforts of the
purser, the time passed quickly on the
Mongolia. The best of fare was spread
upon the cabin tables at breakfast, lunch,
dinner, and the eight o'clock supper, and
the ladies scrupulously changed their toilets
twice a day; and the hours were whirled
away, when the sea was tranquil, with
music, dancing, and games.

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

Always the same impassible member of the
Reform Club, whom no incident could
surprise, as unvarying as the ship's
chronometers, and seldom having the
curiosity even to go upon the deck, he
passed through the memorable scenes of

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"Fix."

"Monsieur Fix," resumed Passepartout, "I'm
charmed to find you on board. Where are
you bound?"

"Like you, to Bombay."

"That's capital! Have you made this trip
before?"

"Several times. I am one of the agents of the
Peninsular Company."

"Then you know India?"

"Why yes," replied Fix, who spoke
cautiously.

"A curious place, this India?"

"Oh, very curious. Mosques, minarets,
temples, fakirs, pagodas, tigers, snakes,
elephants! I hope you will have ample time
to see the sights."

"I hope so, Monsieur Fix. You see, a man of
sound sense ought not to spend his life
jumping from a steamer upon a railway
train, and from a railway train upon a
steamer again, pretending to make the tour
of the world in eighty days! No; all these
gymnastics, you may be sure, will cease at
Bombay."

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

"Quite well, and I too. I eat like a famished
ogre; it's the sea air.

"But I never see your master on deck."

"Never; he hasn't the least curiosity."

"Do you know, Mr. Passepartout, that this

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morning of the 15th, when she was due,
arrived there on the evening of the 14th, a
gain of fifteen hours.

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

"Very curious, very curious," said
Passepartout to himself, on returning to the
steamer. "I see that it is by no means
useless to travel, if a man wants to see
something new." At six p.m. the Mongolia
slowly moved out of the roadstead, and was
soon once more on the Indian Ocean. She
had a hundred and sixty-eight hours in
which to reach Bombay, and the sea was
favourable, the wind being in the north-
west, and all sails aiding the engine. The
steamer rolled but little, the ladies, in fresh
toilets, reappeared on deck, and the
singing and dancing were resumed. The trip
was being accomplished most
successfully, and Passepartout was
enchanted with the congenial companion
which chance had secured him in the
person of the delightful Fix. On Sunday,
October 20th, towards noon, they came in
sight of the Indian coast: two hours later the
pilot came on board. A range of hills lay
against the sky in the horizon, and soon the
rows of palms which adorn Bombay came
distinctly into view. The steamer entered the

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stands the city of Madras, down to the time
of the great Sepoy insurrection. It gradually
annexed province after province,
purchasing them of the native chiefs, whom
it seldom paid, and appointed the governor-
general and his subordinates, civil and
military. But the East India Company has
now passed away, leaving the British
possessions in India directly under the
control of the Crown. The aspect of the
country, as well as the manners and
distinctions of race, is daily changing.

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

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

The passengers of the Mongolia went
ashore at half-past four p.m.; at exactly

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remember this: cats were formerly
considered, in India, as sacred animals.
That was a good time."

"For the cats, my lord?"

"Perhaps for the travellers as well!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, I'll stay," muttered he. "An offence has
been committed on Indian soil. I've got my
man."

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

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Phileas Fogg had not concealed from Sir
Francis his design of going round the world,
nor the circumstances under which he set
out; and the general only saw in the wager a
useless eccentricity and a lack of sound
common sense. In the way this strange
gentleman was going on, he would leave
the world without having done any good to
himself or anybody else.

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

"How so, Sir Francis?"

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

"Such a delay would not have deranged my
plans in the least," said Mr. Fogg. "I have
constantly foreseen the likelihood of certain
obstacles."

"But, Mr. Fogg," pursued Sir Francis, "you
run the risk of having some difficulty about
this worthy fellow's adventure at the
pagoda." Passepartout, his feet
comfortably wrapped in his travelling-
blanket, was sound asleep and did not

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goddess Kali. Not far off rose Ellora, with
its graceful pagodas, and the famous
Aurungabad, capital of the ferocious
Aureng-Zeb, now the chief town of one of
the detached provinces of the kingdom of
the Nizam. It was thereabouts that
Feringhea, the Thuggee chief, king of the
stranglers, held his sway. These ruffians,
united by a secret bond, strangled victims of
every age in honour of the goddess Death,
without ever shedding blood; there was a
period when this part of the country could
scarcely be travelled over without corpses
being found in every direction. The English
Government has succeeded in greatly
diminishing these murders, though the
Thuggees still exist, and pursue the
exercise of their horrible rites.

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

Passepartout was now plunged into
absorbing reverie. Up to his arrival at
Bombay, he had entertained hopes that
their journey would end there; but, now that
they were plainly whirling across India at full
speed, a sudden change had come over the
spirit of his dreams. His old vagabond
nature returned to him; the fantastic ideas of
his youth once more took possession of
him. He came to regard his master's
project as intended in good earnest,
believed in the reality of the bet, and
therefore in the tour of the world and the
necessity of making it without fail within the
designated period. Already he began to
worry about possible delays, and accidents

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shouted, "Passengers will get out here!"

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

Passepartout, not less surprised, rushed
out and speedily returned, crying:
"Monsieur, no more railway!"

"What do you mean?" asked Sir Francis.

"I mean to say that the train isn't going on."

The general at once stepped out, while
Phileas Fogg calmly followed him, and they
proceeded together to the conductor.

"Where are we?" asked Sir Francis.

"At the hamlet of Kholby."

"Do we stop here?"

"Certainly. The railway isn't finished."

"What! not finished?"

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

"But the papers announced the opening of
the railway throughout."

"What would you have, officer? The papers
were mistaken."

"Yet you sell tickets from Bombay to
Calcutta," retorted Sir Francis, who was
growing warm.

"No doubt," replied the conductor; "but the
passengers know that they must provide
means of transportation for themselves

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"I shall go afoot," said Phileas Fogg.

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

"What?"

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

"Let's go and see the elephant," replied Mr.
Fogg.

They soon reached a small hut, near which,
enclosed within some high palings, was the
animal in question. An Indian came out of
the hut, and, at their request, conducted
them within the enclosure. The elephant,
which its owner had reared, not for a beast
of burden, but for warlike purposes, was
half domesticated. The Indian had begun
already, by often irritating him, and feeding
him every three months on sugar and butter,
to impart to him a ferocity not in his nature,
this method being often employed by those
who train the Indian elephants for battle.
Happily, however, for Mr. Fogg, the
animal's instruction in this direction had not
gone far, and the elephant still preserved
his natural gentleness. Kiouni--this was the
name of the beast--could doubtless travel
rapidly for a long time, and, in default of any
other means of conveyance, Mr. Fogg
resolved to hire him. But elephants are far
from cheap in India, where they are
becoming scarce, the males, which alone
are suitable for circus shows, are much
sought, especially as but few of them are
domesticated. When therefore Mr. Fogg
proposed to the Indian to hire Kiouni, he

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materially stimulate his zeal. The elephant
was led out and equipped. The Parsee,
who was an accomplished elephant driver,
covered his back with a sort of saddle-
cloth, and attached to each of his flanks
some curiously uncomfortable howdahs.
Phileas Fogg paid the Indian with some
banknotes which he extracted from the
famous carpet-bag, a proceeding that
seemed to deprive poor Passepartout of
his vitals. Then he offered to carry Sir
Francis to Allahabad, which the brigadier
gratefully accepted, as one traveller the
more would not be likely to fatigue the
gigantic beast. Provisions were purchased
at Kholby, and, while Sir Francis and Mr.
Fogg took the howdahs on either side,
Passepartout got astride the saddle-cloth
between them. The Parsee perched himself
on the elephant's neck, and at nine o'clock
they set out from the village, the animal
marching off through the dense forest of
palms by the shortest cut.

Chapter 12 In which Phileas Fogg and his
companions venture across the Indian
forests, and what ensued

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

Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty,
plunged to the neck in the peculiar howdahs
provided for them, were horribly jostled by
the swift trotting of the elephant, spurred on
as he was by the skilful Parsee; but they
endured the discomfort with true British
phlegm, talking little, and scarcely able to

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fastnesses. The travellers several times
saw bands of ferocious Indians, who, when
they perceived the elephant striding across-
country, made angry arid threatening
motions. The Parsee avoided them as
much as possible. Few animals were
observed on the route; even the monkeys
hurried from their path with contortions and
grimaces which convulsed Passepartout
with laughter.

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

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

The night was cold. The Parsee lit a fire in
the bungalow with a few dry branches, and
the warmth was very grateful, provisions
purchased at Kholby sufficed for supper,
and the travellers ate ravenously. The
conversation, beginning with a few
disconnected phrases, soon gave place to
loud and steady snores. The guide watched
Kiouni, who slept standing, bolstering
himself against the trunk of a large tree.
Nothing occurred during the night to disturb
the slumberers, although occasional growls
front panthers and chatterings of monkeys

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which came through the thick branches.

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

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

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

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

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drowned the noise of the instruments; these
closed the procession.

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

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

Phileas Fogg had heard what Sir Francis
said, and, as soon as the procession had
disappeared, asked: "What is a suttee?"

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

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

"And the corpse?" asked Mr. Fogg.

"Is that of the prince, her husband," said the
guide; "an independent rajah of
Bundelcund."

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

"These sacrifices do not occur in the larger
portion of India," replied Sir Francis; "but
we have no power over these savage
territories, and especially here in
Bundelcund. The whole district north of the
Vindhias is the theatre of incessant murders
and pillage."

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here; she will pass the night there."

"And the sacrifice will take place--"

"To-morrow, at the first light of dawn."

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

"Save the woman, Mr. Fogg!"

"I have yet twelve hours to spare; I can
devote them to that."

"Why, you are a man of heart!"

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

Chapter 13 In which Passepartout receives a
new proof that fortune favors the brave

The project was a bold one, full of difficulty,
perhaps impracticable. Mr. Fogg was going
to risk life, or at least liberty, and therefore
the success of his tour. But he did not
hesitate, and he found in Sir Francis
Cromarty an enthusiastic ally.

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

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

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pagoda of Pillaji, in which, as he declared,
the young woman was imprisoned. Could
they enter any of its doors while the whole
party of Indians was plunged in a drunken
sleep, or was it safer to attempt to make a
hole in the walls? This could only be
determined at the moment and the place
themselves; but it was certain that the
abduction must be made that night, and not
when, at break of day, the victim was led to
her funeral pyre. Then no human intervention
could save her.

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

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

"Come!" whispered the guide.

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

Soon the Parsee stopped on the borders of
the glade, which was lit up by the torches.
The ground was covered by groups of the
Indians, motionless in their drunken sleep; it
seemed a battlefield strewn with the dead.

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

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

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

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

It would be difficult to describe the
disappointment of the party, thus

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and with such sots!" Thinking thus, he
slipped, with the suppleness of a serpent,
to the lowest branches, the ends of which
bent almost to the ground.

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

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

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

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followed by the soldiers, who fired a volley
after the fugitives; but the latter rapidly
increased the distance between them, and
ere long found themselves beyond the
reach of the bullets and arrows.

Chapter 14 In which Phileas Fogg descends
the whole length of the beautiful valley of the
Ganges without ever thinking of seeing it

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

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

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fine otter-skin pelisse, for which he did not
hesitate to pay seventy-five pounds. He
then returned triumphantly to the station.

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

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

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

It is enough to say, without applying this
poetical rhapsody to Aouda, that she was a
charming woman, in all the European
acceptation of the phrase. She spoke
English with great purity, and the guide had

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

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

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

At half-past twelve the train stopped at
Benares. The Brahmin legends assert that
this city is built on the site of the ancient
Casi, which, like Mahomet's tomb, was
once suspended between heaven and

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borders?

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

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

Calcutta was reached at seven in the
morning, and the packet left for Hong Kong
at noon; so that Phileas Fogg had five hours
before him.

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

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streets, its miserable, dirty huts, and
squalid population; then through the
"European town," which presented a relief
in its bright brick mansions, shaded by
coconut-trees and bristling with masts,
where, although it was early morning,
elegantly dressed horsemen and
handsome equipages were passing back
and forth.

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

He then retired, and closed the door.

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

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

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

"But the steamer leaves at noon!" observed
Passepartout, nervously.

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

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"Good," said the judge. "You have been
looked for, prisoners, for two days on the
trains from Bombay."

"But of what are we accused?" asked
Passepartout, impatiently.

"You are about to be informed."

"I am an English subject, sir," said Mr.
Fogg, "and I have the right--"

"Have you been ill-treated?"

"Not at all."

"Very well; let the complainants come in."

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

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

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

"You hear the charge?" asked the judge.

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

"You admit it?"

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

The priests looked at each other; they did
not seem to understand what was said.

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them should they arrive. Fix's
disappointment when he learned that
Phileas Fogg had not made his
appearance in Calcutta may be imagined.
He made up his mind that the robber had
stopped somewhere on the route and taken
refuge in the southern provinces. For
twenty-four hours Fix watched the station
with feverish anxiety; at last he was
rewarded by seeing Mr. Fogg and
Passepartout arrive, accompanied by a
young woman, whose presence he was
wholly at a loss to explain. He hastened for a
policeman; and this was how the party
came to be arrested and brought before
Judge Obadiah.

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

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

"The facts are admitted?" asked the judge.

"Admitted," replied Mr. Fogg, coldly.

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

"Three hundred pounds!" cried
Passepartout, startled at the largeness of

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"Come!" said Phileas Fogg to his servant.

"But let them at least give me back my
shoes!" cried Passepartout angrily.

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

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

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

"The rascal is off, after all!" he exclaimed.
"Two thousand pounds sacrificed! He's as
prodigal as a thief! I'll follow him to the end
of the world if necessary; but, at the rate he
is going on, the stolen money will soon be
exhausted."

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

Chapter 16 In which Fix does not seem to

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

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

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

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succeed! But how shall I prevent his
departure, if that should turn out to be my
last resource?"

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

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

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

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seeming to comprehend what was said.

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

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

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

"Nothing to be done there," said Fix to
himself, concealing his disappointment. "A
glass of gin, Mr. Passepartout?"

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

Chapter 17 Showing what happened on the
voyage from Singapore to Hong Kong

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

Passepartout began very seriously to
conjecture what strange chance kept Fix
still on the route that his master was

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

Fix, who suspected Mr. Fogg's every
movement, followed them cautiously,
without being himself perceived; while
Passepartout, laughing in his sleeve at
Fix's manoeuvres, went about his usual
errands.

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

After a drive of two hours through the
country, Aouda and Mr. Fogg returned to the
town, which is a vast collection of heavy-
looking, irregular houses, surrounded by
charming gardens rich in tropical fruits and

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to the defective construction of the
Rangoon, however, unusual precautions
became necessary in unfavourable
weather; but the loss of time which resulted
from this cause, while it nearly drove
Passepartout out of his senses, did not
seem to affect his master in the least.
Passepartout blamed the captain, the
engineer, and the crew, and consigned all
who were connected with the ship to the
land where the pepper grows. Perhaps the
thought of the gas, which was
remorselessly burning at his expense in
Saville Row, had something to do with his
hot impatience.

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

"A very great hurry!"

"Mr. Fogg, I suppose, is anxious to catch the
steamer for Yokohama?"

"Terribly anxious."

"You believe in this journey around the
world, then?"

"Absolutely. Don't you, Mr. Fix?"

"I? I don't believe a word of it."

"You're a sly dog!" said Passepartout,
winking at him.

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

Passepartout went still further the next day;

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with Passepartout. If he did not find it
practicable to arrest Fogg at Hong Kong,
and if Fogg made preparations to leave that
last foothold of English territory, he, Fix,
would tell Passepartout all. Either the
servant was the accomplice of his master,
and in this case the master knew of his
operations, and he should fail; or else the
servant knew nothing about the robbery,
and then his interest would be to abandon
the robber.

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

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

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

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had the Rangoon been forced to retreat
before the violence of wind and waves.
Each delay filled him with hope, for it
became more and more probable that Fogg
would be obliged to remain some days at
Hong Kong; and now the heavens
themselves became his allies, with the
gusts and squalls. It mattered not that they
made him sea-sick--he made no account
of this inconvenience; and, whilst his body
was writhing under their effects, his spirit
bounded with hopeful exultation.

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

Passepartout remained on deck as long as
the tempest lasted, being unable to remain
quiet below, and taking it into his head to
aid the progress of the ship by lending a
hand with the crew. He overwhelmed the
captain, officers, and sailors, who could not
help laughing at his impatience, with all
sorts of questions. He wanted to know
exactly how long the storm was going to
last; whereupon he was referred to the
barometer, which seemed to have no
intention of rising. Passepartout shook it,
but with no perceptible effect; for neither
shaking nor maledictions could prevail upon
it to change its mind.

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"The Carnatic."

"Ought she not to have gone yesterday?"

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

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

Passepartout clasped the pilot's hand and
shook it heartily in his delight, exclaiming,
"Pilot, you are the best of good fellows!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Monsieur."

"Go to the Carnatic, and engage three
cabins."

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

Chapter 19 In which Passepartout takes a
too great interest in his master, and what
comes of it

Hong Kong is an island which came into the
possession of the English by the Treaty of
Nankin, after the war of 1842; and the
colonising genius of the English has
created upon it an important city and an
excellent port. The island is situated at the
mouth of the Canton River, and is
separated by about sixty miles from the
Portuguese town of Macao, on the opposite
coast. Hong Kong has beaten Macao in the
struggle for the Chinese trade, and now the
greater part of the transportation of Chinese
goods finds its depot at the former place.
Docks, hospitals, wharves, a Gothic
cathedral, a government house,
macadamised streets, give to Hong Kong
the appearance of a town in Kent or Surrey
transferred by some strange magic to the
antipodes.

Passepartout wandered, with his hands in
his pockets, towards the Victoria port,
gazing as he went at the curious palanquins
and other modes of conveyance, and the
groups of Chinese, Japanese, and
Europeans who passed to and fro in the
streets. Hong Kong seemed to him not
unlike Bombay, Calcutta, and Singapore,

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engage your berth."

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

"That will suit my master all the better," said
Passepartout. "I will go and let him know."

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

Fix and Passepartout saw that they were in
a smoking-house haunted by those
wretched, cadaverous, idiotic creatures to
whom the English merchants sell every year
the miserable drug called opium, to the
amount of one million four hundred
thousand pounds thousands devoted to one
of the most despicable vices which afflict
humanity! The Chinese government has in

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his companion. Fix's face seemed to have
a singular expression. He resumed his seat.

"What is it that you have to say?"

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

"Parbleu!" said Passepartout, smiling.

"Then I'm going to tell you everything--"

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

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

"Of course I do," returned Passepartout.
"Twenty thousand pounds."

"Fifty-five thousand!" answered Fix,
pressing his companion's hand.

"What!" cried the Frenchman. "Has Monsieur
Fogg dared fifty-five thousand pounds!
Well, there's all the more reason for not
losing an instant," he continued, getting up
hastily.

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

"Help you?" cried Passepartout, whose
eyes were standing wide open.

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

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design more difficult. It was evident that the
servant was not the master's accomplice,
as Fix had been inclined to suspect.

"Well," said the detective to himself, "as he
is not an accomplice, he will help me."

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

"Listen to me," said Fix abruptly. "I am not,
as you think, an agent of the members of the
Reform Club--"

"Bah!" retorted Passepartout, with an air of
raillery.

"I am a police detective, sent out here by the
London office."

"You, a detective?"

"I will prove it. Here is my commission."

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

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

"But why?"

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

"What nonsense!" cried Passepartout,
striking the table with his fist. "My master is

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

"You refuse?"

"I refuse."

"Consider that I've said nothing," said Fix;
"and let us drink."

"Yes; let us drink!"

Passepartout felt himself yielding more and
more to the effects of the liquor. Fix, seeing
that he must, at all hazards, be separated
from his master, wished to entirely
overcome him. Some pipes full of opium lay
upon the table. Fix slipped one into
Passepartout's hand. He took it, put it
between his lips, lit it, drew several puffs,
and his head, becoming heavy under the
influence of the narcotic, fell upon the table.

"At last!" said Fix, seeing Passepartout
unconscious. "Mr. Fogg will not be informed
of the Carnatic's departure; and, if he is, he
will have to go without this cursed
Frenchman!"

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

Chapter 20 In which Fix comes face to face
with Phileas Fogg

While these events were passing at the
opium-house, Mr. Fogg, unconscious of
the danger he was in of losing the steamer,
was quietly escorting Aouda about the
streets of the English quarter, making the
necessary purchases for the long voyage

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disappointment appeared on his face, and
he merely remarked to Aouda, "It is an
accident, madam; nothing more."

At this moment a man who had been
observing him attentively approached. It
was Fix, who, bowing, addressed Mr.
Fogg: "Were you not, like me, sir, a
passenger by the Rangoon, which arrived
yesterday?"

"I was, sir," replied Mr. Fogg coldly. "But I
have not the honour--"

"Pardon me; I thought I should find your
servant here."

"Do you know where he is, sir?" asked
Aouda anxiously.

"What!" responded Fix, feigning surprise. "Is
he not with you?"

"No," said Aouda. "He has not made his
appearance since yesterday. Could he
have gone on board the Carnatic without
us?"

"Without you, madam?" answered the
detective. "Excuse me, did you intend to sail
in the Carnatic?"

"Yes, sir."

"So did I, madam, and I am excessively
disappointed. The Carnatic, its repairs
being completed, left Hong Kong twelve
hours before the stated time, without any
notice being given; and we must now wait a
week for another steamer."

As he said "a week" Fix felt his heart leap
for joy. Fogg detained at Hong Kong for a
week! There would be time for the warrant
to arrive, and fortune at last favoured the
representative of the law. His horror may be

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"Yes, will you agree to take me to
Yokohama?"

The sailor leaned on the railing, opened his
eyes wide, and said, "Is your honour
joking?"

"No. I have missed the Carnatic, and I must
get to Yokohama by the 14th at the latest, to
take the boat for San Francisco."

"I am sorry," said the sailor; "but it is
impossible."

"I offer you a hundred pounds per day, and
an additional reward of two hundred
pounds if I reach Yokohama in time."

"Are you in earnest?"

"Very much so."

The pilot walked away a little distance, and
gazed out to sea, evidently struggling
between the anxiety to gain a large sum and
the fear of venturing so far. Fix was in mortal
suspense.

Mr. Fogg turned to Aouda and asked her,
"You would not be afraid, would you,
madam?"

"Not with you, Mr. Fogg," was her answer.

The pilot now returned, shuffling his hat in
his hands.

"Well, pilot?" said Mr. Fogg.

"Well, your honour," replied he, "I could not
risk myself, my men, or my little boat of
scarcely twenty tons on so long a voyage at
this time of year. Besides, we could not
reach Yokohama in time, for it is sixteen
hundred and sixty miles from Hong Kong."

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got aboard and the sails put up."

"It is a bargain. Are you the master of the
boat?"

"Yes; John Bunsby, master of the
Tankadere."

"Would you like some earnest-money?"

"If it would not put your honour out--"

"Here are two hundred pounds on account
sir," added Phileas Fogg, turning to Fix, "if
you would like to take advantage--"

"Thanks, sir; I was about to ask the favour."

"Very well. In half an hour we shall go on
board."

"But poor Passepartout?" urged Aouda,
who was much disturbed by the servant's
disappearance.

"I shall do all I can to find him," replied
Phileas Fogg.

While Fix, in a feverish, nervous state,
repaired to the pilot-boat, the others
directed their course to the police-station at
Hong Kong. Phileas Fogg there gave
Passepartout's description, and left a sum
of money to be spent in the search for him.
The same formalities having been gone
through at the French consulate, and the
palanquin having stopped at the hotel for the
luggage, which had been sent back there,
they returned to the wharf.

It was now three o'clock; and pilot-boat No.
43, with its crew on board, and its provisions
stored away, was ready for departure.

The Tankadere was a neat little craft of
twenty tons, as gracefully built as if she

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of the unfortunate servant, whom he had so
badly treated, in this direction; in which
case an explanation the reverse of
satisfactory to the detective must have
ensued. But the Frenchman did not appear,
and, without doubt, was still lying under the
stupefying influence of the opium.

John Bunsby, master, at length gave the
order to start, and the Tankadere, taking the
wind under her brigantine, foresail, and
standing-jib, bounded briskly forward over
the waves.

Chapter 21 In which the master of the
"Tankadere" runs great risk of losing a
reward of two hundred pounds

This voyage of eight hundred miles was a
perilous venture on a craft of twenty tons,
and at that season of the year. The Chinese
seas are usually boisterous, subject to
terrible gales of wind, and especially during
the equinoxes; and it was now early
November.

It would clearly have been to the master's
advantage to carry his passengers to
Yokohama, since he was paid a certain
sum per day; but he would have been rash
to attempt such a voyage, and it was
imprudent even to attempt to reach
Shanghai. But John Bunsby believed in the
Tankadere, which rode on the waves like a
seagull; and perhaps he was not wrong.

Late in the day they passed through the
capricious channels of Hong Kong, and the
Tankadere, impelled by favourable winds,
conducted herself admirably.

"I do not need, pilot," said Phileas Fogg,
when they got into the open sea, "to advise
you to use all possible speed."

"Trust me, your honour. We are carrying all

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three quarters of the globe, so as to gain the
American continent more surely; and there,
after throwing the police off his track, he
would quietly enjoy himself with the fortune
stolen from the bank. But, once in the United
States, what should he, Fix, do? Should he
abandon this man? No, a hundred times no!
Until he had secured his extradition, he
would not lose sight of him for an hour. It
was his duty, and he would fulfil it to the end.
At all events, there was one thing to be
thankful for; Passepartout was not with his
master; and it was above all important, after
the confidences Fix had imparted to him,
that the servant should never have speech
with his master.

Phileas Fogg was also thinking of
Passepartout, who had so strangely
disappeared. Looking at the matter from
every point of view, it did not seem to him
impossible that, by some mistake, the man
might have embarked on the Carnatic at the
last moment; and this was also Aouda's
opinion, who regretted very much the loss of
the worthy fellow to whom she owed so
much. They might then find him at
Yokohama; for, if the Carnatic was carrying
him thither, it would be easy to ascertain if
he had been on board.

A brisk breeze arose about ten o'clock; but,
though it might have been prudent to take in
a reef, the pilot, after carefully examining
the heavens, let the craft remain rigged as
before. The Tankadere bore sail admirably,
as she drew a great deal of water, and
everything was prepared for high speed in
case of a gale.

Mr. Fogg and Aouda descended into the
cabin at midnight, having been already
preceded by Fix, who had lain down on one
of the cots. The pilot and crew remained on
deck all night.

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"No, sir," repeated Mr. Fogg, in a tone
which did not admit of a reply. "This enters
into my general expenses."

Fix, as he bowed, had a stifled feeling, and,
going forward, where he ensconced
himself, did not open his mouth for the rest
of the day.

Meanwhile they were progressing
famously, and John Bunsby was in high
hope. He several times assured Mr. Fogg
that they would reach Shanghai in time; to
which that gentleman responded that he
counted upon it. The crew set to work in
good earnest, inspired by the reward to be
gained. There was not a sheet which was
not tightened not a sail which was not
vigorously hoisted; not a lurch could be
charged to the man at the helm. They
worked as desperately as if they were
contesting in a Royal yacht regatta.

By evening, the log showed that two
hundred and twenty miles had been
accomplished from Hong Kong, and Mr.
Fogg might hope that he would be able to
reach Yokohama without recording any
delay in his journal; in which case, the many
misadventures which had overtaken him
since he left London would not seriously
affect his journey.

The Tankadere entered the Straits of Fo-
Kien, which separate the island of Formosa
from the Chinese coast, in the small hours
of the night, and crossed the Tropic of
Cancer. The sea was very rough in the
straits, full of eddies formed by the counter-
currents, and the chopping waves broke her
course, whilst it became very difficult to
stand on deck.

At daybreak the wind began to blow hard
again, and the heavens seemed to predict a
gale. The barometer announced a speedy

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narrow a space, with little air, and the boat
bouncing in the gale, was far from pleasant.
Neither Mr. Fogg, Fix, nor Aouda
consented to leave the deck.

The storm of rain and wind descended upon
them towards eight o'clock. With but its bit of
sail, the Tankadere was lifted like a feather
by a wind, an idea of whose violence can
scarcely be given. To compare her speed to
four times that of a locomotive going on full
steam would be below the truth.

The boat scudded thus northward during the
whole day, borne on by monstrous waves,
preserving always, fortunately, a speed
equal to theirs. Twenty times she seemed
almost to be submerged by these
mountains of water which rose behind her;
but the adroit management of the pilot
saved her. The passengers were often
bathed in spray, but they submitted to it
philosophically. Fix cursed it, no doubt; but
Aouda, with her eyes fastened upon her
protector, whose coolness amazed her,
showed herself worthy of him, and bravely
weathered the storm. As for Phileas Fogg,
it seemed just as if the typhoon were a part
of his programme.

Up to this time the Tankadere had always
held her course to the north; but towards
evening the wind, veering three quarters,
bore down from the north-west. The boat,
now lying in the trough of the waves, shook
and rolled terribly; the sea struck her with
fearful violence. At night the tempest
increased in violence. John Bunsby saw the
approach of darkness and the rising of the
storm with dark misgivings. He thought
awhile, and then asked his crew if it was not
time to slacken speed. After a consultation
he approached Mr. Fogg, and said, "I think,
your honour, that we should do well to make
for one of the ports on the coast."

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passengers, thoroughly exhausted, could
now eat a little, and take some repose.

The night was comparatively quiet. Some of
the sails were again hoisted, and the speed
of the boat was very good. The next morning
at dawn they espied the coast, and John
Bunsby was able to assert that they were
not one hundred miles from Shanghai. A
hundred miles, and only one day to traverse
them! That very evening Mr. Fogg was due
at Shanghai, if he did not wish to miss the
steamer to Yokohama. Had there been no
storm, during which several hours were lost,
they would be at this moment within thirty
miles of their destination.

The wind grew decidedly calmer, and
happily the sea fell with it. All sails were now
hoisted, and at noon the Tankadere was
within forty-five miles of Shanghai. There
remained yet six hours in which to
accomplish that distance. All on board
feared that it could not be done, and every
one--Phileas Fogg, no doubt, excepted--
felt his heart beat with impatience. The boat
must keep up an average of nine miles an
hour, and the wind was becoming calmer
every moment! It was a capricious breeze,
coming from the coast, and after it passed
the sea became smooth. Still, the
Tankadere was so light, and her fine sails
caught the fickle zephyrs so well, that, with
the aid of the currents John Bunsby found
himself at six o'clock not more than ten
miles from the mouth of Shanghai River.
Shanghai itself is situated at least twelve
miles up the stream. At seven they were still
three miles from Shanghai. The pilot swore
an angry oath; the reward of two hundred
pounds was evidently on the point of
escaping him. He looked at Mr. Fogg. Mr.
Fogg was perfectly tranquil; and yet his
whole fortune was at this moment at stake.

At this moment, also, a long black funnel,

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It was Passepartout; and what had
happened to him was as follows: Shortly
after Fix left the opium den, two waiters had
lifted the unconscious Passepartout, and
had carried him to the bed reserved for the
smokers. Three hours later, pursued even in
his dreams by a fixed idea, the poor fellow
awoke, and struggled against the
stupefying influence of the narcotic. The
thought of a duty unfulfilled shook off his
torpor, and he hurried from the abode of
drunkenness. Staggering and holding
himself up by keeping against the walls,
falling down and creeping up again, and
irresistibly impelled by a kind of instinct, he
kept crying out, "The Carnatic! the
Carnatic!"

The steamer lay puffing alongside the quay,
on the point of starting. Passepartout had
but few steps to go; and, rushing upon the
plank, he crossed it, and fell unconscious
on the deck, just as the Carnatic was
moving off. Several sailors, who were
evidently accustomed to this sort of scene,
carried the poor Frenchman down into the
second cabin, and Passepartout did not
wake until they were one hundred and fifty
miles away from China. Thus he found
himself the next morning on the deck of the
Carnatic, and eagerly inhaling the
exhilarating sea-breeze. The pure air
sobered him. He began to collect his sense,
which he found a difficult task; but at last he
recalled the events of the evening before,
Fix's revelation, and the opium-house.

"It is evident," said he to himself, "that I have
been abominably drunk! What will Mr. Fogg
say? At least I have not missed the steamer,
which is the most important thing."

Then, as Fix occurred to him: "As for that
rascal, I hope we are well rid of him, and
that he has not dared, as he proposed, to
follow us on board the Carnatic. A detective

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"Yes."

"On the way to Yokohama?"

"Certainly."

Passepartout had for an instant feared that
he was on the wrong boat; but, though he
was really on the Carnatic, his master was
not there.

He fell thunderstruck on a seat. He saw it all
now. He remembered that the time of
sailing had been changed, that he should
have informed his master of that fact, and
that he had not done so. It was his fault,
then, that Mr. Fogg and Aouda had missed
the steamer. Yes, but it was still more the
fault of the traitor who, in order to separate
him from his master, and detain the latter at
Hong Kong, had inveigled him into getting
drunk! He now saw the detective's trick;
and at this moment Mr. Fogg was certainly
ruined, his bet was lost, and he himself
perhaps arrested and imprisoned! At this
thought Passepartout tore his hair. Ah, if Fix
ever came within his reach, what a settling
of accounts there would be!

After his first depression, Passepartout
became calmer, and began to study his
situation. It was certainly not an enviable
one. He found himself on the way to Japan,
and what should he do when he got there?
His pocket was empty; he had not a solitary
shilling not so much as a penny. His
passage had fortunately been paid for in
advance; and he had five or six days in
which to decide upon his future course. He
fell to at meals with an appetite, and ate for
Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and himself. He helped
himself as generously as if Japan were a
desert, where nothing to eat was to be
looked for.

At dawn on the 13th the Carnatic entered the

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The Japanese quarter of Yokohama is
called Benten, after the goddess of the sea,
who is worshipped on the islands round
about. There Passepartout beheld beautiful
fir and cedar groves, sacred gates of a
singular architecture, bridges half hid in the
midst of bamboos and reeds, temples
shaded by immense cedar-trees, holy
retreats where were sheltered Buddhist
priests and sectaries of Confucius, and
interminable streets, where a perfect
harvest of rose-tinted and red-cheeked
children, who looked as if they had been cut
out of Japanese screens, and who were
playing in the midst of short-legged
poodles and yellowish cats, might have
been gathered.

The streets were crowded with people.
Priests were passing in processions,
beating their dreary tambourines; police
and custom-house officers with pointed
hats encrusted with lac and carrying two
sabres hung to their waists; soldiers, clad in
blue cotton with white stripes, and bearing
guns; the Mikado's guards, enveloped in
silken doubles, hauberks and coats of mail;
and numbers of military folk of all ranks--for
the military profession is as much
respected in Japan as it is despised in
China--went hither and thither in groups
and pairs. Passepartout saw, too, begging
friars, long-robed pilgrims, and simple
civilians, with their warped and jet-black
hair, big heads, long busts, slender legs,
short stature, and complexions varying from
copper-colour to a dead white, but never
yellow, like the Chinese, from whom the
Japanese widely differ. He did not fail to
observe the curious equipages--carriages
and palanquins, barrows supplied with
sails, and litters made of bamboo; nor the
women whom he thought not especially
handsome--who took little steps with their
little feet, whereon they wore canvas shoes,
straw sandals, and clogs of worked wood,

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But, on smelling them, he found that they
were odourless.

"No chance there," thought he.

The worthy fellow had certainly taken good
care to eat as hearty a breakfast as
possible before leaving the Carnatic; but,
as he had been walking about all day, the
demands of hunger were becoming
importunate. He observed that the butchers
stalls contained neither mutton, goat, nor
pork; and, knowing also that it is a sacrilege
to kill cattle, which are preserved solely for
farming, he made up his mind that meat
was far from plentiful in Yokohama nor was
he mistaken; and, in default of butcher's
meat, he could have wished for a quarter of
wild boar or deer, a partridge, or some
quails, some game or fish, which, with rice,
the Japanese eat almost exclusively. But he
found it necessary to keep up a stout heart,
and to postpone the meal he craved till the
following morning. Night came, and
Passepartout re-entered the native quarter,
where he wandered through the streets, lit
by vari-coloured lanterns, looking on at the
dancers, who were executing skilful steps
and boundings, and the astrologers who
stood in the open air with their telescopes.
Then he came to the harbour, which was lit
up by the resin torches of the fishermen,
who were fishing from their boats.

The streets at last became quiet, and the
patrol, the officers of which, in their
splendid costumes, and surrounded by their
suites, Passepartout thought seemed like
ambassadors, succeeded the bustling
crowd. Each time a company passed,
Passepartout chuckled, and said to himself:
"Good! another Japanese embassy
departing for Europe!"

Chapter 23 In Which Passepartout's Nose
Becomes Outrageously Long

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appearance, and, upon half a bird and a
little rice, to breakfast like a man for whom
dinner was as yet a problem to be solved.

"Now," thought he, when he had eaten
heartily, "I mustn't lose my head. I can't sell
this costume again for one still more
Japanese. I must consider how to leave this
country of the Sun, of which I shall not retain
the most delightful of memories, as quickly
as possible."

It occurred to him to visit the steamers which
were about to leave for America. He would
offer himself as a cook or servant, in
payment of his passage and meals. Once at
San Francisco, he would find some means
of going on. The difficulty was, how to
traverse the four thousand seven hundred
miles of the Pacific which lay between
Japan and the New World.

Passepartout was not the man to let an idea
go begging, and directed his steps towards
the docks. But, as he approached them, his
project, which at first had seemed so
simple, began to grow more and more
formidable to his mind. What need would
they have of a cook or servant on an
American steamer, and what confidence
would they put in him, dressed as he was?
What references could he give?

As he was reflecting in this wise, his eyes
fell upon an immense placard which a sort
of clown was carrying through the streets.
This placard, which was in English, read as
follows:

ACROBATIC JAPANESE TROUPE,
HONOURABLE WILLIAM BATULCAR,
PROPRIETOR, LAST
REPRESENTATIONS, PRIOR TO THEIR
DEPARTURE TO THE UNITED STATES,
OF THE LONG NOSES! LONG NOSES!
UNDER THE DIRECT PATRONAGE OF

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"None."

"The devil! I should so like to cross the
Pacific with you!"

"Ah!" said the Honourable Mr. Batulcar. "You
are no more a Japanese than I am a
monkey! Who are you dressed up in that
way?"

"A man dresses as he can."

"That's true. You are a Frenchman, aren't
you?"

"Yes; a Parisian of Paris."

"Then you ought to know how to make
grimaces?"

"Why," replied Passepartout, a little vexed
that his nationality should cause this
question, "we Frenchmen know how to
make grimaces, it is true but not any better
than the Americans do."

"True. Well, if I can't take you as a servant, I
can as a clown. You see, my friend, in
France they exhibit foreign clowns, and in
foreign parts French clowns."

"Ah!"

"You are pretty strong, eh?"

"Especially after a good meal."

"And you can sing?"

"Yes," returned Passepartout, who had
formerly been wont to sing in the streets.

"But can you sing standing on your head,
with a top spinning on your left foot, and a
sabre balanced on your right?"

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butterflies and the flowers; another traced in
the air, with the odorous smoke of his pipe,
a series of blue words, which composed a
compliment to the audience; while a third
juggled with some lighted candles, which
he extinguished successively as they
passed his lips, and relit again without
interrupting for an instant his juggling.
Another reproduced the most singular
combinations with a spinning-top; in his
hands the revolving tops seemed to be
animated with a life of their own in their
interminable whirling; they ran over pipe-
stems, the edges of sabres, wires and even
hairs stretched across the stage; they
turned around on the edges of large
glasses, crossed bamboo ladders,
dispersed into all the corners, and
produced strange musical effects by the
combination of their various pitches of tone.
The jugglers tossed them in the air, threw
them like shuttlecocks with wooden
battledores, and yet they kept on spinning;
they put them into their pockets, and took
them out still whirling as before.

It is useless to describe the astonishing
performances of the acrobats and
gymnasts. The turning on ladders, poles,
balls, barrels, &c., was executed with
wonderful precision.

But the principal attraction was the
exhibition of the Long Noses, a show to
which Europe is as yet a stranger.

The Long Noses form a peculiar company,
under the direct patronage of the god
Tingou. Attired after the fashion of the
Middle Ages, they bore upon their
shoulders a splendid pair of wings; but what
especially distinguished them was the long
noses which were fastened to their faces,
and the uses which they made of them.
These noses were made of bamboo, and
were five, six, and even ten feet long, some

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the balance was lost, one of the lower
noses vanished from the pyramid, and the
human monument was shattered like a
castle built of cards!

It was Passepartout's fault. Abandoning his
position, clearing the footlights without the
aid of his wings, and, clambering up to the
right-hand gallery, he fell at the feet of one
of the spectators, crying, "Ah, my master!
my master!"

"You here?"

"Myself."

"Very well; then let us go to the steamer,
young man!"

Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Passepartout
passed through the lobby of the theatre to
the outside, where they encountered the
Honourable Mr. Batulcar, furious with rage.
He demanded damages for the "breakage"
of the pyramid; and Phileas Fogg
appeased him by giving him a handful of
banknotes.

At half-past six, the very hour of departure,
Mr. Fogg and Aouda, followed by
Passepartout, who in his hurry had retained
his wings, and nose six feet long, stepped
upon the American steamer.

Chapter 24 During which Mr. Fogg and party
cross the Pacific ocean

What happened when the pilot-boat came in
sight of Shanghai will be easily guessed.
The signals made by the Tankadere had
been seen by the captain of the Yokohama
steamer, who, espying the flag at half-
mast, had directed his course towards the
little craft. Phileas Fogg, after paying the
stipulated price of his passage to John
Busby, and rewarding that worthy with the

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in Hong Kong.

Mr. Fogg heard this narrative coldly, without
a word; and then furnished his man with
funds necessary to obtain clothing more in
harmony with his position. Within an hour the
Frenchman had cut off his nose and parted
with his wings, and retained nothing about
him which recalled the sectary of the god
Tingou.

The steamer which was about to depart
from Yokohama to San Francisco belonged
to the Pacific Mail Steamship Company,
and was named the General Grant. She
was a large paddle-wheel steamer of two
thousand five hundred tons; well equipped
and very fast. The massive walking-beam
rose and fell above the deck; at one end a
piston-rod worked up and down; and at the
other was a connecting-rod which, in
changing the rectilinear motion to a circular
one, was directly connected with the shaft
of the paddles. The General Grant was
rigged with three masts, giving a large
capacity for sails, and thus materially aiding
the steam power. By making twelve miles
an hour, she would cross the ocean in
twenty-one days. Phileas Fogg was
therefore justified in hoping that he would
reach San Francisco by the 2nd of
December, New York by the 11th, and
London on the 20th--thus gaining several
hours on the fatal date of the 21st of
December.

There was a full complement of passengers
on board, among them English, many
Americans, a large number of coolies on
their way to California, and several East
Indian officers, who were spending their
vacation in making the tour of the world.
Nothing of moment happened on the
voyage; the steamer, sustained on its large
paddles, rolled but little, and the Pacific
almost justified its name. Mr. Fogg was as

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followed without deviation the fiftieth
parallel, which is that of London, the whole
distance would only have been about twelve
thousand miles; whereas he would be
forced, by the irregular methods of
locomotion, to traverse twenty-six
thousand, of which he had, on the 23rd of
November, accomplished seventeen
thousand five hundred. And now the course
was a straight one, and Fix was no longer
there to put obstacles in their way!

It happened also, on the 23rd of November,
that Passepartout made a joyful discovery.
It will be remembered that the obstinate
fellow had insisted on keeping his famous
family watch at London time, and on
regarding that of the countries he had
passed through as quite false and
unreliable. Now, on this day, though he had
not changed the hands, he found that his
watch exactly agreed with the ship's
chronometers. His triumph was hilarious.
He would have liked to know what Fix would
say if he were aboard!

"The rogue told me a lot of stories,"
repeated Passepartout, "about the
meridians, the sun, and the moon! Moon,
indeed! moonshine more likely! If one
listened to that sort of people, a pretty sort
of time one would keep! I was sure that the
sun would some day regulate itself by my
watch!"

Passepartout was ignorant that, if the face
of his watch had been divided into twenty-
four hours, like the Italian clocks, he would
have no reason for exultation; for the hands
of his watch would then, instead of as now
indicating nine o'clock in the morning,
indicate nine o'clock in the evening, that is,
the twenty-first hour after midnight precisely
the difference between London time and
that of the one hundred and eightieth
meridian. But if Fix had been able to explain