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