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