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