The Happy Ending in Less Then Happy Financial Circumstances

Reform Club, London, 1870's

I am even happier the yesterday, if that seems possible. Passepartout, in going to the Reverend's, was informed that the marriage ceremony could not be performed the next day, as tomorrow would be SUNDAY, not Monday as we had before thought. But there was only a half hour until the time appointed to be at the Club. So that worth man rushed home, dragged me into a cab, and rushed me to the Reform Club. Therefore, I won the wager, having completed a tour of the world in 79 days, having gained 24 hours in traveling eastward. In doing the tour I had spent 19 000 pounds out of the twenty thousand I had taken with me, and the remaining thousand I distributed between Passepartout and Detective Fix. So I lost 20 000 pounds and gained Aouda. Small price indeed.


                                                               Phileas Fogg
                                                                   10:09 PM
                                                                   Saturday
                                                                   21st of December, 1872

Ruin and Rapture

I believe I can be named the happiest man in the world. To be truthful, I am indeed ruined, I have no friends, no relations, and no money. My plight this morning was indeed sad one. But this evening I talked to Aouda. I offered her the little I had to make her comfortable in England, she countered the offer with a proposal, a proposal which makes her my wife. I agreed to her offer as much better then mine. So I have spent a lovely evening with Aouda, just talking and laughing, which is something I never do, so I am quite surprised with myself. I have indeed been showing an outrageous amount of outward emotion, but just at this moment I don't really care. The marriage ceremony has been arranged for tomorrow morning with Reverend Samuel Wilson presiding. Now, it is time to go to bed, I will be up early.


                                                               Phileas Fogg
                                                                   11:16 PM
                                                                   Monday Friday
                                                                   23rd 20th of December, 1872

Arrest and Ruin

London Custom House, 1777

I am utterly ruined. That idiot Fix has been following me around the world only to arrest me for robbery! In fact, it was that same bank robbery that was committed just before my departure! I was arrested as soon as we landed in Liverpool and was taken to the custom house to be transported to London the next day. I was in the prison for about 2 hours, and then I was released. Fix, Aouda, and Passepartout came in, while Fix apologized for the inconvenience, that the robber had been arrested three days ago, and there was an astonishing resemblance. I promptly knocked the fellow down, and departed to the station. After a little delay, I was able to get a special train to make the journey to London in 5 1/2 hours instead of six. But, alas! we stepped on the platform at 10 minutes to 9 PM. I was five minutes too late to win the wager.


                                                              Phileas Fogg
                                                                   9:00 PM
                                                                   Saturday
                                                                   21st of December, 1872

Coal, Wood, and Ireland

We are on the steamer to Liverpool. Not the Henrietta, but an Irish mail vessel. Let me explain.

Queenstown, Ireland, 1800's

 30 hours into the voyage across the Atlantic I hired the ship's crew to help me in a task. That task has resulted in the Captain being locked in his cabin. He, of course, was very angry about it, but there was nothing to be done. I was then in charge of the vessel, and ordered the steam to be on in full force. We had a little rough weather at Newfoundland, and after that the wind was a persistent south-easterly. So we had to furl the sails, and use complete steam. This soon caused an expiration of the coal. I brought Captain Speedy to the deck and again asked if he would sell the Henrietta. We agreed on $60 000 for the top of the boat, with the hull and engine still under Speedy's ownership.

All went smoothly until we reached Ireland, where the wood that we had taken from the boat was all burnt up. We drew into port at Queensland, said goodbye to the Captain, and boarded the boat I am on now. We are about an hour to Liverpool, and I shall be very glad to get back onto British soil. We are all well, though tired.

                                                             
                                                                Phileas Fogg
                                                                   11:19 AM
                                                                   Saturday
                                                                   21st of December, 1872

The Henrietta

The Queen Mary, Manhattan, New York, 1936

Yesterday we arrived at New York at 11:15 PM. But we found we had missed the China by 45 minutes. I decided to find lodging, seeing as there was nothing else to be done, so we went to the hotel and passed a peaceful night.  In the morning I left Aouda, Passepartout, and Fix in the hotel, while I went out among the docks in the hopes of procuring a vessel to Liverpool. I wandered around for some hours before spying a large boat ready to sail. I went aboard and asked for the captain. He was a little surly, refusing passage for any amount of money to Liverpool. But I persuaded him to accept us at $2000 apiece on the voyage to Bordeaux, whither he was going. The Henrietta is now on her way to France, with us on it. The weather is pleasant, and wind favourable, in short, everything is going very well.



                                                               Phileas Fogg
                                                                   9:29 AM
                                                                   Thursday
                                                                   12th of December, 1872

New Hope

Omaha, Nebraska, 1870

The admirable Mr. Fix has found us a means of transport! He had spoken with a man at the Fort during my absence about a sledge with sails, which resulted in a sort of land boat. Upon my return, Fix directed me to the person afore mentioned, a Mr. Mudge. I asked if he could get us to Omaha in 5 hours, to which question he answered he could. I offered a large reward as further incentive. I tried to persuade Aouda to stay with Passepartout at the fort to await the next train and travel in comfort, but she refused. So there we were all wrapped up in furs and cloaks, for the wind was bitter and the air cold. We had three bands of wolves on our heels, but Passepartout succeeded in keeping them off with his gun. The vehicle made very good time at 40 miles an hour with just wind power. We made it to Omaha in time, and took leave of Mr. Mudge. We are now on the train to Chicago and, should nothing hinder our journey, should make it in good time to catch the China to Liverpool. I cannot write anymore, I am very tired and require rest.


                                                              Phileas Fogg
                                                                   3:27 AM
                                                                   Monday
                                                                   9th of December, 1872

Rescues and Ruin

 We have saved Passepartout. He is alive, but had been captured along with two other passengers by the Sioux Indians that attacked the train. The captain of the fort refused to go and rescue them, not willing to risk the life of his men. When I said I would go alone, he brought forward 30 volunteers and we set out. I promised a reward of 5000 dollars distributed among them if we should find the captives. We were gone all afternoon and all night. We arrived back at the fort at about 7:30 AM this morning, just when the captain was about to send out a rescue party for us.

Fort Kearney, Nebraska, 1870

 We overtook the Indians 10 miles south of Fort Kearney, where Passepartout and the other captives had begun to struggle against their captors. Passepartout had already knocked down three when we arrived. We quickly beat them off, and returned to the fort in good time.

 But ruin has come to me. The engine returned after Passepartout unhooked it from the train yesterday, and set off immediately. The next train east does not come until this evening, causing me to miss the steamer to England, and therefore lose the entire bet. But I do not mind, Aouda is overjoyed to see everyone return safe, Fix is relieved, and my worthy servant is again in my care. This trip has been a rewarding one, and has given me new friends.

                                                             Phileas Fogg
                                                                   7:36 AM
                                                                   Monday
                                                                   9th of December, 1872