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    

Wist, War, Whoops, and a Withdrawal

Indians Attacking a Train, 1870

Today we have had a scare. First of all I was at the time about to engage Colonel Proctor in a duel of honor. I discovered him, or rather he discovered me while our group was playing Whist. We then went to the end of the train, as the conductor directed, and were about to begin when we heard Indians coming to attack the train. They all had guns, and numbered over 100. The Indians stunned the engineer and the driver, and then proceeded to loot and fight the passengers. The conductor was shot but told us that the train must be stopped in five minutes at the next station, as after that the savages could do what they liked with us. Before I could stop him, Passepartout started for the engine, and soon stopped at Fort Kearney. At the sight of the soldiers the natives fled. Everyone got off here, but there were unaccounted for three people, one of them the brave Passepartout. I do not know where he is, or weather he yet lives. Aouda is crying, after being very brave all through the struggle she cannot stand this. I am about to go to the commander to ask when his troops depart in search of them. I will write when I can, but I do not know when that might be.


                                                               Phileas Fogg
                                                                  11:42 PM
                                                                   Sunday
                                                                   8th of December, 1872        

Wyoming and Whist

Medicine Bow, Wyoming, 1920

The train passed into Wyoming Territory last night. We had then gone 900 miles from San Francisco. After stopping briefly at Green River, Aouda, Fix, and Passepartout proposed a game of Whist, which satisfied me greatly. We continued playing all morning until about 1 in the afternoon, at which point the train was stopped suddenly. I sent Passepartout to see what was the matter, and continued playing Whist. He went and came back shortly, saying nothing, resumed playing, and soon the train was on its way again, though at an alarming rate. We soon slowed, and arrived at Medicine Bow, Wyoming Territory at about 2:30 PM. We are now on our way to Fort Saunders. Everyone is comfortable, happy, though I think Aouda is starting to long to be off the train. But it is only four more days to New York, so I think she will hold up. We are now to return to Whist, so I close this entry.

                                                               Phileas Fogg
                                                                   3:15 PM
                                                                   Saturday
                                                                   7th of December, 1872        

Mormon City

Passepartout was absent for several hours this morning attending a lecture in one of the cars on Mormonism. He came back and replied to our questions that it was very boring, that he learned nothing more then the history and the woes of the sect, and that he came away having no more knowledge then he had already acquired.

Salt Lake City, 1890

We arrived in Ogden at 2 this afternoon, to be there for a six hour stop. We all took this time to travel to Salt Lake City. It is American in every way, very square are the buildings. It was quite surprising that no churches or cathedrals should mark its horizon. Every town we passed had a least a chapel, so pious are these people. The streets of the City were deserted, except for small crowds of women hurrying here and there in the biting air. The town was altogether delightful, however, and Aouda found it charming. At four we again boarded the train, and it started. A Mormon came running in breathless just as the train began to move. Passepartout asked him questions, the subject of which I did not hear, but the man was apparently agitated, and after the Mormon's last exclamation, Passepartout relapsed into silence with a stern countenance.

                                                                Phileas Fogg
                                                                   6:33 PM
                                                                   Thursday
                                                                   5th of December, 1872        

Crossing California and Waiting for Nature

 At 8 PM yesterday evening the entire car was changed into comfortable sleeping compartments for the night. It was during that time that we passed through Sacramento, speeding onwards east. We all slept well. At 8 Am this morning, the car was once more transformed back into day accommodation. An hour later we crossed the border into Nevada, stopping at Reno at noon to eat. The view from the train was magnificent, and Aouda took much pleasure in it. I am sorry to see that Passepartout is not cordial to Mr. Fix, who is seated next to him. Fix is a good man, and the two used to be good friends.

Great Salt Lake, Utah

 Soon after breakfast the train was forced to stop to let through a herd of 10 or 12 thousand buffalo who were walking all over the track. It took three hours for all of them to cross, and it was night before the track was clear enough to continue. Passepartout was furious at the delay; I actually believe he would have liked to have shot the beasts. I did not mind, it is all part of the journey. At 8 o'clock in the evening the car was converted to sleep again. I cannot sleep right now, so it is almost 9:30. We are just coming in to the Great Salt Lake region of Utah.

                                                             
                                                              Phileas Fogg
                                                                   9:21 PM
                                                                   Wednesday
                                                                   4th of December, 1872        

Yankees, Fists, and Tempers

 

I am half surprised at myself, and yet feel completely justified in my actions. My honor was at stake, but I was out of temper as I have not been these many years. But let me begin at the beginning. We arrived at the International Hotel in San Francisco at 7:45 in the morning. The train did not leave for New York until 6 in the evening, leaving us a day to explore the city. We all were taking a walk when Passepartout made the outrageous supplication of buying several rifles and pistols. He no doubt has been listening to the stories of bandits of the West. I allowed him to do so, to appease him, for the poor fellow was obviously frightened.  Soon after the departure of Passepartout, Mr. Fix joined us. It was a surprise, but a pleasant one. So we continued on our tour.

San Francisco, 1870

On one of the streets, there was some sort of election going on. The crowd was excited, and soon turned dangerous. We tried to escape the rabble, but was caught up among the fists and canes brandished here and there. Mr. Fix and I tried to protect Aouda, which we scarcely achieved. We had almost torn out way through the crowd when a huge sturdy fellow lifted his great fist to swing at me. Fix promptly stood in the way and was knocked to the ground. He rose quickly, with his coat torn, his hat smashed, and his head bruised. He is a good kind of man, is Fix.

After the blow, I proceeded to call the giant Yankee, at which gesture Yankee retorted Englishman. He then demanded we meet again, I said with pleasure. We exchanged names, his being Colonel Stamp Proctor. An outlandish name!

We arrived at the tailors in comparative safety, at which place Fix and I had our clothes mended. We then repaired to the Hotel, where Passepartout was patiently waiting amid a half-dozen guns. We had dinner, and then went to the station to await the train. We reached there at 5:45 and found the train ready to go. I asked the porter the meaning of the uproar we had experienced. He said the election of a justice of the peace had been held. Aouda, Fix, Passepartout, and I, all climbed aboard and the train started at 10 minutes before six. So here I end.

                                                             Phileas Fogg
                                                                   6:11 PM
                                                                   Tuesday
                                                                   3th of December, 1872

The Prodigal and The Golden Gate

The Golden Gate, San Francisco

We have just entered the Golden Gate of San Francisco on board the General Grant. The boat has been fast, and the weather favourable. The steamer has been making 12 miles an hour, having both paddles and sails.

Yokohama, 1870

 In Japan, after we successfully boarded the General Grant at Shanghai, we finally found Passepartout. We discovered that he had indeed boarded the Carnatic, but on applying to the French and English consulates, we found that no one had seen him. After searching the streets, we went to the theatre for some amusement, as Aouda was looking completely depressed and worried. At the end of the show, many men with six foot long noses came and made a human pyramid, a spectacle worth seeing. I did not recognize anyone, but someone recognized me. One of the men sprang up and called me. It was Passepartout! Aouda was as happy as the other members of the audience were angry that the pyramid had been broken, for Passepartout had been at the very bottom of the construction.

So, here we are, all together again. I believe we are happy, and I am satisfied, for we have arrived in the United States on the 3rd of December, having not lost or gained a day.


                                                               Phileas Fogg
                                                                   4:40 AM
                                                                   Tuesday
                                                                   3th of December, 1872

Rough Weather

We have just barely survived a typhoon coming from the south upon us as we passed the Tropic of Cancer. The Tekedere is a cunning little boat, and her owner managed her well. Aouda has been admirable, she has not uttered one complaint through it all, though several times I had to rescue her from the perilous sea. Mr. Fix is grumpy, but was a gentlemen earlier the morning of the 8th, insisting that he pay for his expenses on board. Of course I further insisted that he not, and I was able to prevail over him.  So we are none the worse for the storm, except for waterlogged clothes. Before that we had been sailing rather well, with much speed. But we lost several hours, so everyone, except myself, are very impatient to get to Shaghai on time. At the time of the abatement of the typhoon, we were 100 miles from Shanghai. We are now 45 miles from the coast, with six hours before the steamer leaves. I have no doubt that we will make it in time, the weather has been rough, to be sure, but no matter.  The sailors and pilot are impatient, swearing at all sides for the land to come closer. Aouda is fearful we will not make it. Fix is silent as usual. I am composed. I know must leave off writing for today, as Aouda is calling me.

                                                              Phileas Fogg
                                                                   1:01 PM
                                                                   Saturday
                                                                   11th of November, 1872

The Tekedare and On Passepartout

We are now sailing on the Tankadere towards Shanghai. We missed the Carnatic this morning, having learned at the wharf that she left the night before. Passepartout has not been seen since yesterday, which is causing Aouda much anxiety. We have notified the police and the French consulate. We met a Mr. Fix, who knew Passepartout and was to go on the board the Carnatic, on the docks. He followed us as we conducted a 3 hour search for a boat that was leaving to take us to Yokohama. The master of the Tankadere then approached us, saying that the San Francisco steamer only stopped at Yokohama, but really left from Shanghai on the 11th. He also said that though it was impossible to get to Yokohama by the 14th, it was entirely possible to get to Shanghai by the 11th. Therefore we, Aouda, Fix, and myself, are boarded on the Tankadere going to Shanghai on the 7th of October, being forced to leave the unfortunate Passepartout to fend for himself.

                                                              Phileas Fogg
                                                                   4:18 PM
                                                                   Tuesday
                                                                   7th of November, 1872

Late

We have now arrived in Hong Kong, China. A storm arose coming close to land, so we are now 24 hours behind schedule. Passepartout is furious. It's very amusing to watch him. Because we were late coming in, we missed our steamer to Yokohama, but fortunately there is another that is leaving tomorrow morning. That leaves us 12 hours to prepare to go aboard.



Hong Kong, 1870

 On searching for Aouda's relative, I found that he has left Hong Kong with a great fortune for Europe, possibly Holland. So I have engaged three cabins, as she will accompany us. It is of no inconvenience to me, she is a quiet thing, and is easy to make comfortable.

On closing, I feel very certain that our delay will not cause us to fail in our expedition, as from Yokohama to San Francisco is a sail of 22 days, much time can be made up in that space.


                                                              Phileas Fogg
                                                                   11:15 AM
                                                                   Tuesday
                                                                   6th of November, 1872

Singapore

Singapore. 1870

We have just embarked forward on our journey from Singapore to Hong Kong. The Rangoon arrived at Singapore for coal at 4 AM, coming into port a half a day ahead of schedule. Aouda expressed a wish to walk ashore, so I engaged a carriage and we explored Singapore all morning. Passepartout preferred to walk behind us, for what reason I do not know. We went on board again at 10 AM and shortly after departed for China. The weather is currently a little rough, but the wind is favourable and the steamer is going along at a rapid rate.

                                                              Phileas Fogg
                                                                  1:24 PM
                                                                   Wednesday
                                                                   30th of October, 1872

A Brief Account of the Adamen Islands

We have just passed the Adamen Islands in the Indian Ocean. Our view from the boat is particularly impressive, having a stunning panorama of the beach, forest, and mountains. I myself, am not a descriptive person, but I had to notice the blue waters bordered by the bleached beaches, with dark and dangerous mountains bordering hundreds of swaying palms. The weather is breezy, sunny, and quite warm, the sea air is a great refresher.

The Ragoon is a good steamer, just as fast as the Mongolia, but less luxurious in her fittings. I find that Aouda is not as comfortable as I would like her to be, but she does well. She is worried that she will not find a protector in her distant relative in Hong Kong, but I assured her it would all be mathematically be arranged. I'm sure this gave her great hope.

It is now the 30th of October, five days into our journey to China. Tomorrow we stop briefly at Singapore. Until then I have nothing more to write.


                                                               Phileas Fogg
                                                                  1:24 PM
                                                                   Wednesday
                                                                   30th of October, 1872

A Continuation of the Idiotic Blunder Made by Passepartout in Bombay

I have again opened my journal this morning to detail another excursion while still in Calcutta. A constable ushered us into jail as soon as I had closed the last entry. He would not explain what the matter was, only saying that the judge would see us at 8 o' clock. So we waited.

 At 8 we were summoned into the judge's court. Here we were told the reason of our arrest was of Passepartout's stupid entrance into the Hindu temple in Bombay. There were three priests to affirm it, whom we at first thought had come for Aouda, but we soon learned our mistake, as their stupefaction was apparent. That caused great confusion to myself and Passepartout. I might also add that he did not need my pleading guilty to the charge, he brought that upon himself by exclaiming recognition of his lost shoes. Passepartout was sentenced to 15 days in jail and £300 fine. I, as the master of the offender, was given 10 days and 250 pounds fine. Of course we could not have that. So I forked out £2000 so that we might have bail and continue our journey. What an idiot my servant is! Well, at least he does not let my shaving water cool.

 So here we are on the boat about 40 minutes from departing. Aouda is comfortable, so am I, and I really do not care right now if Passepartout is.

                                                               Phileas Fogg
                                                                  11:22 AM
                                                                   Friday
                                                                   25th of October, 1872

A Jungle Book

 I am now sitting at the port in Calcutta, awaiting the steamer that is due at noon to take us Hong Kong. Since I last wrote here, I have lost my two extra days and gained a young Indian girl as a companion. It happened thus:



Elephant, 1879

 The train that was to take us from Bombay to Calcutta, was halted just after Rothal. When asked what was the matter, it appeared the track was not finished, and the passengers were forced to get some manner of vehicle to Allahabad, where the track was again laid. Apparently we were the only ones not to have known of this circumstance, so we had a time of procuring a ride. We in the end had to purchase an elephant from a villager, and hire a guide.

 We, meaning Sir Francis Cromarty, Passepartout, and myself, were making good headway through the jungle, enjoying the varying sights of exotic animals and plants. The guide suddenly halted us however, on the second day of traveling in this mode, at four PM. It was then that we encountered a burial procession of Brahmins. They were quite dangerous, I perceive, from the guide's evident fear of them and his reluctance to been seen by them. This parade of people slowly filed past our hiding place, moaning, chanting, and generally lamenting the death of their Rajah, whose body soon appeared on a cart. Following him, was the young girl afore mentioned, being led by guards, evidently the dead ruler's wife. Here the guide informed us of the Brahmins' barbaric custom of burning to death the girl as well as the body. She seemed drugged, as we found out she was by the fumes of hemp and opium, but you could still perceive her reluctance as the crowd made their way to the pagoda of Pilaji.

 We decided to try and rescue the wretched creature and followed at a safe distance. It was after midnight before we tried to break through the walls, a proceeding made necessary by
 the guards stationed outside. We were nearly done, when a cry was heard from the inside and guards were immediately stationed at the hole we had tried to make. Thus, it seemed, the only hope of helping the woman was to rush in a dawn, when she was to be executed. During our vigil, we did not notice that Passepartout had left our group. Dawn was now coming on, and the people inside the pagoda stirred. Soon the procession was led out and the body and the girl, again drugged, were put onto a pile of wood soaked in oil. The flames immediately took and were raging when all the people fell to the ground shaking. There, in the mass of flames, stood the rajah holding his wife! He descended and passed through the trembling crowd before hissing to us to be off. It was none other then Passepartout himself, and we quickly made towards the elephant. But the Brahmins were not long deceived and we had a long time getting out of reach of their arrows and bullets.

 After this we had a safe a peaceful journey, reaching Allahabad on time, and Calcutta. We parted from Sir Frances in Benares, where his regiment was stationed. In Calcutta, we bought the young girl, whose name is Aouda, some clothes and offered to escort her to Hong Kong, where it was necessary to go for her safety, as India would be searching for her. The result of it is, that I am sitting here waiting for the ship to come in, with Passepartout and Aouda as my companions at 8:35 in the morning. But breakfast as arrived, and I must be going.


                                                                Phileas Fogg
                                                                   8:37 AM
                                                                   Friday
                                                                   25th of October, 1872

Idiots Abroad

The blundering Idiot! Passepartout has gone and set foot in an Indian temple with shoes. Everyone knows that no Christian can go into one of them and not even Hindus can go in with shoes. Of course three priests found him out and proceeded to beat him (as would have liked to have done if I had been there). He then made things worse by knocking down two of them completely and escaped the third. Now he has no shoes, no hat, and none of the articles he bought that were necessary to our journey. He barely made it in time to catch the eight o' clock train for Calcutta, on which we are now.

Indian Temple, India, 1870's

There was another fool who tried to make me believe that my meal was native rabbit from the jungle. The dish was decidedly unpalatable. I caught him out by asking if the 'rabbit' had mewed when killed. Of course the meat was cat, how I wish those animals were still sacred to the natives!

 We are now on our way to Calcutta, we have been running now for 35 minutes. The train will pass through Salcette, after that we shall go across to the continent opposite Tannah, go over the chain of the Western Ghauts, run thence north-east as far as Burhampoor, skirt the territory of Bundelcund, ascend to Allahabad, turn eastwardly to meet the Ganges at Benares, then depart from the river a little, descend by Burdivan and the French town of Chandernagor, and arrive at Calcutta.

                                                               Phileas Fogg
                                                                   8:37 PM
                                                                   Sunday
                                                                   20th of October, 1872

Bombay, India

Bombay, India, 1870's

We are now in Bombay, India. The voyage was pleasant all the way from Suez, with the exception of a trifle rough weather in the Red Sea. There was much dancing and music and gaiety on board, with the ladies dressed in their finery. I preferred to play whist with a few choice companions. It did not interest me to go up on deck, something, I think, that Passepartout did not appreciate in me.

 I know not where Passepartout has been roaming these last days, I seldom see him except when he is performing his duties. I trust he has taken care of himself, he does not seem to be the worse for the journey.

 I am exceedingly pleased with the Mongolia, she was 15 hours early at Aden, and, by the time we reached India, she came into port no less the two days early! That helps greatly with the expedition.

 It is now time to land and to wait for the train to Calcutta. I am, I admit, rather sorry to say goodbye to the old ship, but there is no time for wasted sentimentality on this journey. Passepartout is here to gather my bags.


                                                              Phileas Fogg
                                                                   5:15 PM
                                                                   Sunday
                                                                   20th of October, 1872

Suez, Egypt

We have just arrived in Suez after a smooth trip. It has been six days and one half, which pleases me exceedingly as we are neither behind or ahead, but precisely on time. I have got my passport visaed to prove I have come by the Suez canal to India. I am now back aboard the Mongolia, awaiting her departure for Bombay. As I have some leisure time, I might as well recount my journey so far.

Suez Canal, Egypt

 We reached Paris on the Thursday after our departure from London at twenty minutes past seven in the morning. We left Paris for Turin by Mont Cenis at 8:40 the same morning. We reached Turin the following morning on Friday, October 4th at 6:35 AM. We then left Turin at 7:20 am and arrived at Brindisi on the Saturday at PM. We sailed on the Mongolia at 5 PM. It took us four days to arrive at Suez, Saturday being October 5th, and today being Wednesday October 9th. It is now 11:40 AM, having arrived at 11 exactly.

 Passepartout is not on the ship at this time, as I gave him some directions as to my luggage and the like. I suppose he will go to see the sights afterwards, for the ship does not weigh anchor until this afternoon. I am glad he is to enjoy himself with the strange wonders of Egypt, though I prefer to sit here and contemplate. I wonder how he will get on, with the language he knows nothing about being screamed at him from every side, for today the streets are crowded; it must be market day. I feel weary, so I will now close both this entry and my eyes until Passepartout comes back.




                                                                Phileas Fogg
                                                                  11:41 PM
                                                                  Wednesday
                                                                  9nd of October, 1872

On Board The Train to Dover

 Here we are at last. Passepartout and I are now in first class aboard the train to Dover at ten minutes to nine. The night is dark tonight and the rain is ever falling.

Dover, 1870's

 It was rather comical to see Passepartout quite bewildered when I told him we were leaving to go around the world in 80 days. But I am not accustomed to laughing; it is not my habit. Speaking of habits I was very much mortified that I have made my departure from the club so early this evening. It showed to my companions a great want of discipline, but perhaps they will overlook it as they review the causes for my weakness. I surely will not forget it, I must be more rigid in other areas to make up for it.

 I am glad that I had to call Passepartout twice this evening, though it sounds quite wrong. It means he is aware of my habits. But it is a shame that I should so shamefully breach my schedule on his first day. He seemed quite able to be prepared at short notice which is exactly to my liking. But in the flurry of packing he forgot to turn off the gas in his room. Well, it was his mistake, it shall be at his cost.


                                                                 Phileas Fogg
                                                                  8:53 PM
                                                                   Wednesday
                                                                   2nd of October, 1872
                                                

A Journey, a Wager, and 80 Days

A robbery was committed at the bank three days ago. The newspapers say that it was a gentleman and not a petty thief who took a package of notes worth 55 000 pounds. Detectives have been sent around the world to different ports to try and catch him, and I am in the firm belief that he will be apprehended very shortly. Some of my worthy companions disagreed with me and Ralph about the ever diminishing dimensions of the world as we know it. Out of this discussion has come a wager of 20 000 pounds and a journey around the world in 80 days undertaken by me and Passepartout. 20 000 pounds is a lot of money, half my fortune in fact, but I am willing to wager it all in the good name of mathematics, science, and technology. I trust everything shall go as planned, for I do not know if Passepartout is used to such traveling, such running around the world at a great speed, but he will have to make the best of it. The deadline for my arrival is Saturday, December 21, 1872, at 8:45 PM in the room in which I am now sitting at the club. One minute more and I shall forfeit my wager. The train leaves for Dover at a quarter to nine. I intend to take it.
   
                                                             Phileas Fogg
                                                                  12:13 PM
                                                                   Wednesday
                                                                   2nd of October, 1872

Not Quite to My Liking, But Suitable

 London, 1870

  I have just taken a new fellow into my service. That idle John let my shaving-water cool two degrees  this morning, so of course I have dismissed him. This new man is rather lively, which does not suit my tastes completely, but as he craves a tranquil life I have given him a chance. He seems to have done many things in the course of his life in France, of which country he is a native.



  His name is Jean, while he gives his last name as Passepartout. Though he seems to want to forget it, I am  determined to call him so. It suits me, and I hope he will become reconciled to it, for it is unpleasant to have
someone in the house who discontented simply because he cannot be called what he likes.

  Passepartout has not accompanied me to the Club of course. He has remained at the house to settle in and start his work. I suppose it will be difficult for him to learn everything when there is no one else in the place, but then again, life is difficult. I certainly do hope he will NOT allow my shaving-water cool to eighty-four degrees instead of eighty-six. The matter does weigh on my mind this afternoon. It is, of course, not a matter of temperature, but of punctuality and regularity. Well, we shall see in the morning.

                                                              Phileas Fogg
                                                                  12:13 PM
                                                                   Wednesday
                                                                   2nd of October, 1872