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Jules Verne
Around the world in 80 Days

Original artwork © Libico Maraja Association, 2015

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Back in 1872, the English gentleman Phileas Fogg made a bet with other gentlemen that he would travel around the world in 80 days. At the time it seemed incredible. And he won this bet. That's how it was.

At number seven Savile Row in London lived Phileas Fogg, a highly decent and attractive man, but at the same time surrounded by an aura of mystery. Nobody knew absolutely nothing about him, he had neither family nor friends. There is no doubt that he was very rich, although no one knew where he got his money from. And this gentleman never said anything about himself, and in general he was a man of few words and said anything only when absolutely necessary.

Phileas Fogg's most remarkable trait was his punctuality. In the mornings he got up exactly at eight o'clock; at eight o'clock twenty-three minutes he had breakfast with tea and toasted bread; at nine thirty-seven minutes his servant James Forster brought him water for shaving; At twenty minutes to ten Phileas Fogg began shaving, washed and dressed. When the clock struck half-past eleven, he left the house and spent the whole day at the venerable and famous London Reform Club.

Phileas Fogg was a tall and handsome man with a noble bearing, fair hair, with penetrating blue eyes that instantly turned into pieces of ice when their owner was angry. He always walked at a measured pace, never rushed, because everything in his life was calculated with mathematical precision.

He lived like this for years, doing the same thing at the same time, but then one day - namely on the morning of October 2, 1872 - something unexpected happened. The shaving water was too cold, only eighty-four degrees Fahrenheit instead of eighty-six. Unforgivable negligence! Mr. Fogg, of course, immediately drove away the unfortunate James Forster and found another servant in his place.

The new servant was a young, sociable Frenchman, Jean Passepartout, a jack of all trades. During his life, he managed to be a lot of things: a traveling singer, a circus rider, a gymnastics teacher, and even a fireman. But now he wanted only one thing - to live a calm and measured life.

He arrived at the house on Savile Row a few minutes before Phileas Fogg went to the club.

“I heard, Mr. Fogg, that you are the most punctual and calm gentleman in the kingdom,” said Passepartout. “That’s why I decided to offer you my services.”

– Do you know my conditions? asked Phileas Fogg.

- Yes, sir.

- Fine. From now on you are in my service.

With these words Phileas Fogg rose from his chair, took his hat, and left the house, as the clock struck half-past eleven.

Arriving at the Reform Club, an imposing building in Pall Mall Street, Mr. Fogg ordered his usual lunch. After the meal, he, as always, read the latest newspapers until lunch, and then continued this activity. All the newspapers were full of reports about the sensational bank robbery that had happened three days ago. The attacker stole fifty thousand pounds sterling from the Bank of England.

The police suspected that the kidnapper was no ordinary thief. On the day of the theft, a well-dressed gentleman was walking back and forth near the cash counter in the payment hall. Signs of this gentleman were sent to all police agents in England and in the largest ports of the world, and a significant reward was promised for the arrest of the thief.

“Well, most likely the bank lost its money,” suggested engineer Andrew Stewart.

“No, no,” objected Ralph Gautier, an employee of the Bank of England, “I’m sure that the criminal will definitely be found.”

“But I still maintain that all the odds are on the thief’s side,” said Stuart.

-Where could he have disappeared to? asked banker John Sullivan. “There is not a single country where he can feel safe.”

- Oh, I don’t know. But the Earth is big,” replied Samuel Fallentine, another banker.

“She was once great,” noted Phileas Fogg, suddenly joining the conversation.

Stuart turned to him.

-What did you mean, Mr. Fogg? Why was there once? Has the world become smaller?

“Without a doubt,” answered Phileas Fogg.

“I agree with Mr. Fogg,” said Ralph. – The earth has really shrunk. Now you can drive around it ten times faster than a century ago.

Brewer Thomas Flanagan intervened in the conversation.

- So what? Even if you travel around the world in three months...

“In eighty days, gentlemen,” Phileas Fogg interrupted him. – Take a look at the calculations printed in Daily Telegraph.

"From London to Suez via Mont Cenis

and Brindisi by train and ship 7 days;

from Suez to Bombay by steamer 13 days;

from Bombay to Calcutta by train 3 days;

from Calcutta to Hong Kong by steamship 13 days;

from Hong Kong to Yokohama by boat 6 days;

from Yokohama to San Francisco by steamer 22 days;

from San Francisco to New York by train 7 days;

from New York to London by boat and train 9 days

Total: 80 days.”

“Well, you know, you can write anything on paper,” Sullivan objected. – After all, neither headwinds or bad weather, nor transport breakdowns and other surprises are taken into account here.

“Everything is taken into account,” said Phileas Fogg.

“Mr. Fogg, theoretically, perhaps, it is possible,” said Stuart. - But in reality...

– In reality, too, Mr. Stewart.

- I'd like to see how you do it. I'm willing to bet four thousand pounds that a trip around the world under these conditions is impossible.

“On the contrary, it is quite possible,” objected Phileas Fogg.

- Wonderful. Then prove it to us! - exclaimed the five gentlemen.

- With pleasure! I just warn you that the trip is at your expense.

- Excellent, Mr. Fogg. We each bet four thousand pounds.

- Agreed. I have twenty thousand in the bank, and I am ready to risk it... I will go this evening, at a quarter to nine, by train to Dover.

- Tonight? – Stuart was surprised.

“Exactly so,” confirmed Phileas Fogg. – Today is Wednesday, the second of October. I must return to the Reform club salon on December twenty-first at eight forty-five minutes.

Phileas Fogg left the club at seven twenty-five, having won twenty guineas at whist, and at ten minutes to eight he opened the door of his house on Savile Row.

By that time, Passepartout, who had already carefully studied the list of his duties and the owner’s daily routine, knew that it was an inopportune time for his return, so he did not respond when Phileas Fogg called him.

- Passepartout! - repeated Mr. Fogg.

This time the servant appeared.

“I’m calling you for the second time,” the owner remarked coldly.

“But it’s not midnight yet,” the young man objected, looking at his watch.

“You are right,” agreed Phileas Fogg, “so I do not reprimand you.” In ten minutes we will leave for Dover - we will take a trip around the world.

Passepartout was horrified.

- Trip around the world?

- Yes, and in eighty days, so there’s not a minute to lose. We will only take a travel bag, a pair of shirts and three pairs of socks. We will buy all the necessary clothes along the way. Now hurry up!

While Passepartout was packing, Mr. Fogg went to the safe, took out twenty thousand pounds sterling in bank notes and hid it in his bag.

Soon, having securely locked the house, together with the servant they went in a cab to the station, where they bought two tickets to Paris.

At eight forty Phileas Fogg and his servant were already seated in the first class compartment. Five minutes later the whistle blew and the train started moving. The journey around the world has begun.

The detective is on the trail

The first leg of the journey went quite smoothly. Exactly a week after his departure from London, Phileas Fogg arrived in Suez on the ship Mongolia, but then something unexpected awaited him. A thin, short man was walking back and forth along the embankment. It was Mr. Fix, one of the many English police agents who were sent to the port cities of the world in search of a bank thief.

Mr. Fix was to watch all passengers passing through Suez, and not let a person out of sight if he aroused his suspicions. The detective's zeal increased the large reward promised by the Bank of England. Mr. Fix had little doubt that the attacker had arrived at Suez on the Mongolia. Meanwhile, the embankment was filled with a crowded crowd. Porters, merchants, sailors of different nationalities, and fellahs were jostling around waiting for the steamer to arrive. Finally, the ship moored to the shore and the ladder was lowered.

There were an unusually large number of passengers on the ship, but no matter how closely Detective Fix looked at the faces, no one even came close to the description of the bank thief. Shaking his head in disappointment, Fix was about to leave the port when one of the passengers made his way through the crowd - it was Passepartout - and said politely:

- Excuse me, sir, do you know how to get to the British consulate? I need to put a visa on this passport.

The detective took the document in his hands and, glancing quickly at the photo of the owner, even shuddered in surprise: the appearance of the Englishman who arrived on the ship exactly matched the description of the bank thief!

– This is not your passport, is it? - he asked Passepartout.

“No,” answered the Frenchman. “It belongs to my master, but he did not want to go ashore.”

Fix quickly figured out what to say:

“This gentleman needs to come to the consulate himself to verify his identity.”

-Where is it located? – asked Passepartout.

- Over there, on the corner of the square.

- It's clear. Well, I'll go get the owner. I'm just afraid that he won't like this kind of red tape.

The servant returned to the ship, and Fix hurried to see the consul and declared right from the threshold of the office:

“Sir, I have every reason to believe that the attacker who stole fifty thousand pounds sterling from the Bank of England is on board the Mongolia.” He'll be here any minute to get a visa stamped on his passport. I would ask you to refuse him.

– How can I explain this? – asked the consul. – If he has a real passport, I have no right to refuse him a visa.

- Sir, don't you understand? - the detective exclaimed. “I need to detain this man in Suez until a warrant for his arrest arrives from London.”

- It doesn't concern me, Mr. Fix. I can't…

The consul did not have time to finish: there was a knock on the door of his office, and the secretary brought in Mr. Fogg and Passepartout.

Phileas Fogg handed the consul his passport and explained that he needed confirmation of his passage through Suez. The consul carefully examined the document and, making sure that everything was in order, signed, dated and stamped it. Mr. Fogg bowed coldly and left.

As soon as the door closed, the detective handed the consul a piece of paper with signs.

– Here, read the description of the alleged thief. Don't you think this Mr. Fogg fits him perfectly?

“Yes, apparently,” the consul was forced to admit. – But you know that all such descriptions...

“I’ll check everything,” Fix interrupted him impatiently. “I’ll try to get his servant to talk.”

He found the passe-partout on the embankment.

- Well, my friend, everything is in order with your passports now, and you decided to take a walk around the city?

“Yes,” answered the Frenchman. – Actually, I need to buy some things. We did not take any luggage with us, only one suitcase.

- So you left London suddenly?

- How suddenly!

“But where is your master going?”

- He must travel around the world. And in eighty days! According to him, this is a bet, but, to be honest, I don’t believe it: there is something else hidden here.

“Ah, that’s it,” Fix muttered. - Mr. Fogg must be very rich?

- Like Croesus! He took with him a huge amount, all in new bank notes, and does not save them too much. For example, he promised a generous reward to the captain of the Mongolia if we arrived in Bombay ahead of schedule!

The detective's soul rejoiced: without a doubt, Phileas Fogg was the same bank thief. A hasty departure from London almost immediately after the theft, a large amount of cash on him, an impatient desire to be as far away from London as possible, an implausible story about some kind of bet - all this undoubtedly confirmed the detective’s suspicions.

Leaving Passepartout at the market where the Frenchman was shopping, Fix hurried to the telegraph office and sent the following dispatch to Scotland Yard:

Passepartout's gaffe

The news of the bet made by Phileas Fogg caused a real sensation in London. That's all everyone was talking about. Some admitted the possibility of Mr. Fogg's success, but most considered this idea crazy: after all, in the event of even a slight delay, Mr. Fogg would lose all his money. In the midst of the controversy, a telegram from Fix arrived from Suez. The effect was no less sensational. In the general opinion, Phileas Fogg instantly changed from a respectable gentleman into a cunning and treacherous bank thief.

Meanwhile, "Mongolia" rushed at full speed along the waves of the Red Sea towards Aden. Phileas Fogg did not pay attention to the stormy weather, and he did not even notice how detective Fix hurriedly boarded the ship just before sailing from Suez.

The next day, Passepartout, noticing Fix on deck, was so delighted to meet this kind man that he exclaimed:

- Who do I see! Mister Fix! Are you going far?

“Alas,” the young man sighed. - I'm afraid not.

Fix hoped that Mongolia would arrive in Bombay late, but he was disappointed. On Saturday, October 20, at half past four in the afternoon, the ship entered the port of Bombay - two days ahead of schedule.

Mr. Fogg paid the captain the promised reward, methodically wrote down these two days in the winnings column in his travel notebook and went ashore.

“The train leaves for Calcutta at eight o’clock in the evening,” he told the servant. - Meet me at the station. Please don't be late!

Fix overheard his words and realized that he must at all costs detain the bank thief in Bombay until a warrant for his arrest comes from England. At the Bombay police, a detective asked the commissioner to issue a warrant for the arrest of Phileas Fogg, but he just shook his head:

“I’m very sorry, but this is impossible: we have no right to interfere in the sphere of competence of London.” Now, if the crime had been committed on Indian territory, then the matter would be different.

While Fix was wondering what to do, Passepartout was looking around the city. Unlike his master, who did not show the slightest interest in the places they were passing through, the servant eagerly looked at everything and tried not to miss anything.

The streets of Bombay were unusually crowded. With his mouth open, the young Frenchman goggled at the Persians in pointed hats, at the Banian traders in round turbans, at the Parsis in black miters, at the Armenians in long-skirted clothes that reached to the toes. He had never seen anything like this before and was so carried away that he almost forgot about the time. Then he still went to the station, but suddenly he saw the magnificent Malabar Hill Temple, and he definitely wanted to go there. Alas, Passepartout did not know that one could not enter the temple wearing shoes; they were supposed to be removed before entering, just as he did not know that the British authorities severely punished anyone who offended the religious feelings of the people of India. In short, without any bad thoughts, he entered the temple, admired its magnificent ornaments, but suddenly found himself on the floor. Three angry priests tore off his shoes and socks and began to beat him, but Passepartout was a clever fellow. Fighting back with fists and kicks, he escaped from the hands of the Indians and ran away.

Meanwhile, detective Fix was watching him all the time, so he went to the station. There were five minutes left before the train departed when the barefoot Passepartout jumped onto the platform and told Mr. Fogg about his misadventures.

“I hope this won’t happen again,” said Mr. Fogg coldly and, accompanied by a dejected servant, entered the carriage.

Fix, who heard every word, rejoiced:

- So-so! The crime was committed on Indian territory! Now I can issue an arrest warrant. In Calcutta the police will have it before this scoundrel even gets there.

Satisfied with himself, he again hurried to the local police commissioner.

Jungle Adventure

Entering the compartment, Phileas Fogg and Passepartout were surprised to find that their traveling companion was Sir Francis Cromarty, the brigadier general who had been Mr. Fogg's whist partner when they sailed on the Mongolia. Mr. Fogg even made a whole speech of several sentences, expressing his joy.

They drove that night and the entire next day without incident.

On both sides of the railway, steep mountain slopes rose to the heavens. Then they were replaced by dense jungle with snakes teeming in it. At times, to Passepartout's delight, elephants could be seen near the tracks.

The next morning, their train suddenly stopped near a small village, and the chief conductor walked through the cars, shouting:

- Passengers, get out!

- What's happened? What's the matter? asked Sir Francis.

“But the newspapers wrote that the entire road from Bombay to Calcutta was completed,” Sir Francis got angry.

The conductor didn’t blink an eye:

- The newspapers were wrong.

Passepartout clenched his fists.

“Don’t worry,” Mr. Fogg said calmly. “I have two days left, so we can afford this little delay.” The ship to Hong Kong leaves Calcutta at noon on the twenty-fifth. Today is only the twenty-second. We will manage to arrive on time. But in this moment we need to somehow get to Allahabad.

Having reached the village, Sir Francis, Phileas Fogg and Passepartout found that all the means of transportation that were possible had already been dismantled by other passengers.

“Well, we’ll have to walk,” said Phileas Fogg.

The Frenchman, who was sorry to wear out new shoes, suggested:

– Why don’t we ride an elephant?

Everyone liked the idea. In the village they found a good animal, and the owner, after long negotiations, sold it to Mr. Fogg for such a huge sum that Passepartout even doubted whether his master was of sound mind. They found a guide quickly - the young Parsee himself volunteered to show them the way. After this, the four men mounted the elephant - Mr. Fogg and the General in the baskets, and Passepartout and the Parsee simply on the back - and set off, swaying uncomfortably from side to side. By evening they had made it halfway and spent the night in a ramshackle hut in the jungle. Passepartout tossed and turned restlessly all night, and Phileas Fogg slept soundly and serenely, as if in his bed on Savile Row. In the morning they continued their journey.

“We will arrive in Allahabad by evening,” said Sir Francis.

At four o'clock in the afternoon they heard loud voices from somewhere. The Parsi immediately jumped to the ground and led the elephant off the path into the thicket, explaining:

“This is a procession of Brahmins: they are heading in our direction, and it is better not to show themselves to them.”

From their hiding place, the travelers saw a strange procession. Priests in gold-embroidered robes walked ahead, followed by a crowd of men, women and children. A mournful funeral chant sounded. Following the crowd on a cart pulled by zebu bulls was a giant four-armed statue.

“This is Kali,” Sir Francis whispered. – Goddess of love and death.

Behind the statue, several Brahmins were holding a young woman by the arms. beautiful woman, who could hardly move her legs. Behind them, four young guards carried a palanquin on their shoulders, in which lay a dead old man in the luxurious robes of a raj and a turban decorated with gems. Musicians and fakirs brought up the rear of the procession with wild shouts and dancing.

“This is the widow of an Indian Rajah,” Sir Francis said sadly as the procession departed. “She will be burned early in the morning on a funeral pyre along with her husband.”

- Burned alive? - Passepartout exclaimed in horror.

“Yes, but this time it will not happen voluntarily,” the Parsee noted, turning to Sir Francis.

“But the poor woman doesn’t resist at all.”

“Because she was given opium and hashish,” the guide explained.

- So you know her? asked Sir Francis.

- Yes, her name is Auda. She is the daughter of a wealthy merchant from Bombay and received an excellent English upbringing. Her parents died and she was married against her will to the old Raja. Once she even tried to escape, knowing what a terrible fate awaited her, but she was caught, and now no one dares to help her. The sacrifice will take place tomorrow at dawn, near the Pillaji Temple.

“I still have twenty hours left,” Phileas Fogg said unexpectedly. “We must try to save this woman.”

Passepartout enthusiastically supported him. “After all, my master has a good heart,” he said to himself. Sir Francis also expressed his readiness to participate in this operation. The Parsi guide also agreed to go with them.

“We have no illusions about this,” replied Mr. Fogg. “I think, in any case, we need to wait until night and then act.” For now, let's move closer to the temple.

They carefully crept up to Pillaji and hid in the jungle, and when it got dark, they went to investigate. A funeral pyre was prepared near the temple, where the embalmed body of the rajah already lay. At dawn a young widow will be brought here, forced to lie next to her elderly husband and a fire will be lit... All four men shuddered at the thought of such a terrible death.

Past the Indians sleeping on the ground, they reached almost the very entrance, but, to their disappointment, the temple was guarded by fierce guards - they walked in front of the gates with drawn sabers, sparkling ominously in the light of the torches.

“It is impossible to enter the temple through the door,” said Mr. Fogg. - Let's try to get in differently. Maybe from the rear?

But all hopes were dashed when they saw the blank back wall of the temple without windows or doors.

“All our efforts are pointless,” Sir Francis said sadly. “We still won’t be able to do anything.”

All four hid in the thickets, almost desperate to change anything, but Passepartout suddenly had an idea. Without saying a word, he quietly left.

At dawn, Mr. Fogg and his companions again heard mournful singing and the roar of drums: the hour of sacrifice was approaching. The doors of the temple opened wide. With a bright light pouring from within, Phileas Fogg saw a beautiful widow. Despite her condition, she struggled from the hands of the Brahmins, but two priests, grabbing her tightly, dragged her to the funeral pyre. The crowd's screams intensified. As Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis followed the procession, the general noticed that his companion was clutching a knife in his hand.

In the pre-dawn twilight they saw that the widow was already lying unconscious near the corpse of the rajah. A burning torch was brought to the fire: dry branches soaked in oil instantly flared up, and thick clouds of black smoke floated into the sky.

Phileas Fogg rushed forward, but Sir Francis and the Parsee, although with great difficulty, held him back. It is complete recklessness to do anything, and yet Phileas Fogg escaped from their hands and was about to rush to the fire, when suddenly cries of horror were heard from the crowd.

- Raja has come to life!

Mr. Fogg was dumbfounded with surprise. Among the smoke and fire, a man in a turban stood on a funeral pyre and held a woman in his arms. Then the Raja walked majestically through the crowd, and everyone prostrated before him in horror. Passing by Sir Francis and Mr. Fogg, the Rajah, maintaining an imperious expression on his face, hissed:

- Let's run! Quicker!

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Jules Verne

Around the world in 80 Days

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He arrived at the house on Savile Row a few minutes before Phileas Fogg went to the club.

“I heard, Mr. Fogg, that you are the most punctual and calm gentleman in the kingdom,” said Passepartout. “That’s why I decided to offer you my services.”

– Do you know my conditions? asked Phileas Fogg.

- Yes, sir.

- Fine. From now on you are in my service.

With these words Phileas Fogg rose from his chair, took his hat, and left the house, as the clock struck half-past eleven.

“Well, most likely the bank lost its money,” suggested engineer Andrew Stewart.

“No, no,” objected Ralph Gautier, an employee of the Bank of England, “I’m sure that the criminal will definitely be found.”

“But I still maintain that all the odds are on the thief’s side,” said Stuart.

-Where could he have disappeared to? asked banker John Sullivan. “There is not a single country where he can feel safe.”

- Oh, I don’t know. But the Earth is big,” replied Samuel Fallentine, another banker.

“She was once great,” noted Phileas Fogg, suddenly joining the conversation.

Stuart turned to him.

-What did you mean, Mr. Fogg? Why was there once? Has the world become smaller?

“Without a doubt,” answered Phileas Fogg.

“I agree with Mr. Fogg,” said Ralph. – The earth has really shrunk. Now you can drive around it ten times faster than a century ago.

Brewer Thomas Flanagan intervened in the conversation.

- So what? Even if you travel around the world in three months...

“In eighty days, gentlemen,” Phileas Fogg interrupted him. – Take a look at the calculations printed in Daily Telegraph.

"From London to Suez via Mont Cenis

and Brindisi by train and ship 7 days;

from Suez to Bombay by steamer 13 days;

from Bombay to Calcutta by train 3 days;

from Calcutta to Hong Kong by steamship 13 days;

from Hong Kong to Yokohama by boat 6 days;

from Yokohama to San Francisco by steamer 22 days;

from San Francisco to New York by train 7 days;

from New York to London by boat and train 9 days

Total: 80 days.”

“Well, you know, you can write anything on paper,” Sullivan objected. – After all, neither headwinds or bad weather, nor transport breakdowns and other surprises are taken into account here.

“Everything is taken into account,” said Phileas Fogg.

“Mr. Fogg, theoretically, perhaps, it is possible,” said Stuart. - But in reality...

– In reality, too, Mr. Stewart.

- I'd like to see how you do it. I'm willing to bet four thousand pounds that a trip around the world under these conditions is impossible.

“On the contrary, it is quite possible,” objected Phileas Fogg.

- Wonderful. Then prove it to us! - exclaimed the five gentlemen.

- With pleasure! I just warn you that the trip is at your expense.

- Excellent, Mr. Fogg. We each bet four thousand pounds.

- Agreed. I have twenty thousand in the bank, and I am ready to risk it... I will go this evening, at a quarter to nine, by train to Dover.

- Tonight? – Stuart was surprised.

“Exactly so,” confirmed Phileas Fogg. – Today is Wednesday, the second of October. I must return to the Reform club salon on December twenty-first at eight forty-five minutes.

Phileas Fogg left the club at seven twenty-five, having won twenty guineas at whist, and at ten minutes to eight he opened the door of his house on Savile Row.

- Passepartout! - repeated Mr. Fogg.

This time the servant appeared.

“I’m calling you for the second time,” the owner remarked coldly.

“But it’s not midnight yet,” the young man objected, looking at his watch.

“You are right,” agreed Phileas Fogg, “so I do not reprimand you.” In ten minutes we will leave for Dover - we will take a trip around the world.

Passepartout was horrified.

- Trip around the world?

While Passepartout was packing, Mr. Fogg went to the safe, took out twenty thousand pounds sterling in bank notes and hid it in his bag.

Soon, having securely locked the house, together with the servant they went in a cab to the station, where they bought two tickets to Paris.

The detective is on the trail

The novel Around the World in 80 Days was published in 1872. The book is perfect for lovers of adventure and travel! Together with the main characters, readers will overcome obstacles that will constantly arise along the way.

In the center of the plot, aristocrat Phileas Fogg, together with his servant Passepartout, will challenge the London club and try to prove that the earth can be traveled around in just 80 days.

Let's not forget that the action takes place in the 19th century, when there were no airplanes and railways were just being built. Our heroes are fearless and believe that they are right, and you can find out what came of it by reading the book “Around the World in 80 Days” online for free on our website.

Phileas Fogg is punctual and eccentric. One day, he argues with gentlemen in a famous London club for twenty thousand pounds sterling, that it is possible to circumnavigate the Earth in just 80 days. Nobody believes him, but he has no doubt that it is possible.

So, the bet is made and Fogg, together with his faithful servant, set off on their journey without hesitating for a second. They begin their journey by going to Paris, and from there they plan to get to Brindisi and Bombay. By coincidence, a bank is robbed in London and all suspicion falls on Mr. Fogg.

Detective Fix follows Phileas's trail, hoping to apprehend him. Fogg and Passepartout follow the plan, but due to a breakdown of the railway they had to continue their journey on elephants . In the jungle, travelers encounter a strange ceremony.

According to the ancient custom of the Brahmans, they want to burn a young widow with her deceased husband. Of course, our travelers took a risk and saved the girl from death. Aouda runs with them, and the Brahmans and Mr. Fix are chasing after them.

The detective incites local priests to take Fogg and Passepartout into custody for violating Indian customs, and he himself is waiting for a warrant for their arrest from London. The resourceful Phileas manages to be released on bail. Aouda has nowhere to settle down and they decide to take her with them to Europe.

Next they travel around different countries, and Detective Fix creates additional obstacles for them. It is impossible to briefly describe all their adventures and dangers. You should read Jules Verne's novel in its entirety.

Several reasons why you should read the book

Despite the fact that the work is about 150 years old, it is easy and fascinating to read, it is written in a lively, easy language. The idea of crossing the Earth by land and sea is grandiose and amazing. . Many are inspired to take a trip after reading this exciting adventure book.
The main characters are drawn with great skill . Thus, Mr. Fogg became the embodiment of the traditional British character, combining composure, punctuality, equanimity and perseverance. Jean Passepartout is the complete opposite of his master. He is a cheerful, restless person and hired himself out to Phileas only for the reason of relaxing, because he is a born homebody. It is interesting to read what effect the news had on Passepartout that they were going on a dangerous trip around the world.
With knowledge of the matter Jules Verne describes in the book all the vehicles known at that time , starting with steam locomotives and ending with riding elephants. You can vividly imagine how people of those years traveled.
The work describes the real Indian ritual “Sati”, according to which a widow is burned alive along with her deceased husband. According to some reports, Jules Verne was an involuntary witness to this tradition, which he captured in the novel.

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where a mutual agreement is concluded, according to which Passepartout enters the service of Phileas Fogg

At number seven Saville Row, Burlington Gardens, the same house where Sheridan died in 1814, Phileas Fogg, Esq., lived in 1872; although this man tried his best not to attract attention to himself, he was considered one of the most original and remarkable members of the London Reform Club.

Thus, one of the most famous speakers who graced England with his talent was replaced by the aforementioned Phileas Fogg, a mysterious man, about whom all that was known was that he belonged to the highest English society, was well-educated and extraordinarily handsome.

They said that he resembled Byron (however, only in face; both his legs were healthy), but he was Byron, who wore a mustache and sideburns, an impassive Byron, who could live without aging for a thousand years.

Phileas Fogg was undoubtedly an Englishman, but in all likelihood he was not a native of London. He was never seen either at the stock exchange, or at the bank, or in any of the City offices. Neither the piers nor the docks of London ever accepted a ship that belonged to the shipowner Phileas Fogg. This gentleman's name did not appear on the list of members of any government committee. It was also not listed either at the bar or at the corporations of lawyers - one of the "inns" - Temple, Lincoln or Gray. He never spoke either in the Court of Chancery, or in the Court of King's Bench, or in the Chess Chamber, or in the Church Court. He was neither an industrialist, nor a merchant, nor a merchant, nor a landowner. He had no connection with either the British Royal Society, the London Institute, or the Institute applied arts”, nor to the “Russell Institute”, nor to the “Institute of Western Literatures”, nor to the “Institute of Law”, nor, finally, to the “Institute of Arts and Sciences”, which is under the high patronage of Her Majesty the Queen. He also did not belong to any of those numerous societies that are so common in the capital of England, from the Musical Society to the Entomological Society, founded mainly for the purpose of exterminating harmful insects.

Phileas Fogg was a member of the Reform Club, and nothing more.

Anyone who wonders how this so mysterious gentleman came to be a member of such a venerable association must answer: “He was chosen on the recommendation of the Baring brothers, with whom a checking account was opened for him.” This circumstance and the fact that his checks were promptly cleared gave him weight in society.

Was Phileas Fogg rich? Without a doubt. But how did he make his fortune? Even the most knowledgeable people could not answer this question, and Mr. Fogg was the last person to whom it would be appropriate to turn for such information. He was not distinguished by extravagance, but in any case he was not stingy, for when money was needed to carry out any noble, generous or useful deed, he, silently and usually hiding his name, came to the rescue.

In a word, it was difficult to imagine a less sociable person. He spoke only as much as was necessary, and the more silent he was, the more mysterious he seemed. Meanwhile, his life passed in front of everyone; but he did the same thing day after day with such mathematical precision that his unsatisfied imagination involuntarily sought food for itself beyond the boundaries of this visible life.

Has he traveled? Very possible, because no one knew the map of the globe better than he. There was no point, even a very remote one, about which he did not have the most accurate information. More than once he managed, with the help of a few brief but clear comments, to resolve the endless disputes that were going on in the club about missing or lost travelers. He indicated the most probable outcome of the matter, and the development of subsequent events invariably confirmed his assumptions, as if Phileas Fogg was gifted with the ability of clairvoyance. It seemed that this man had managed to be everywhere, at least mentally.

Meanwhile, it was reliably known that Phileas Fogg had not left London for many years. Those who had the honor of knowing him a little closer claimed that he could only be met on the way from home to the club or back, and nowhere else. Phileas Fogg's time at the club consisted of reading newspapers and playing whist. He often won in this silent game, so suited to his nature, but the winnings never remained in his wallet, but formed a significant share of his donations to charitable causes. It is appropriate to note that Mr. Fogg did not play to win at all. The game for him was a competition, a struggle with difficulties, but a struggle that did not require either movement or change of place, and therefore was not tiring. And this corresponded to his character.

As far as is known, Phileas Fogg was single and childless - which happens even to the most respectable people - and had neither relatives nor friends - which already happens truly rarely. He lived alone in his house on Saville Row, where no one was allowed. His personal life was never a subject of discussion. Only one person served him. He ate breakfast and lunch at the club at precisely set hours, always in the same room and at the same table, without treating his playing partners or inviting any strangers. Exactly at midnight he returned home, never staying overnight in the beautiful comfortable rooms that the Reform Club provides for this purpose to its members. Out of twenty-four hours, he spent ten at home, either in bed or at the toilet. If Phileas Fogg took a walk, he invariably measured with his even steps the reception hall of the club, lined with mosaic parquet, or walked along the round gallery topped with a blue glass dome resting on twenty Ionic columns of red porphyry. Kitchens, pantries, buffets, fish cages and dairy clubs supplied him with the best provisions for breakfast and lunch; club footmen - silent, solemn figures in black tailcoats and felt-soled shoes - served him, serving food in special porcelain dishes; the table was covered with delightful Saxon linen, served with antique crystal, intended for sherry, port, or claret infused with cinnamon and cloves; and finally, ice was served at the table - the pride of the club - which gave a pleasant freshness to these drinks: it was delivered to London at great expense directly from the American lakes.

Around the World in Eighty Days is a popular adventure novel by Jules Verne. It tells the story of the journey of the Englishman Phileas Fogg and his French servant Jean Passepartout around the world, undertaken as a result of a bet.

The novel begins on October 2, 1872 in London, at No. 7 Saville Row, with Phileas Fogg hiring a new servant, Jean Passepartout. After this, Fogg went to the Reform Club, of which he was a member. While playing whist, club members began to discuss a high-profile incident - three days ago, on September 29, a bundle of bank notes worth fifty-five thousand pounds sterling was stolen from the office of the chief cashier of the Bank of England. This conversation led to an unexpected ending - Phileas Fogg made a bet with his partners that he would travel around the world in 80 days. £20,000 was at stake. That evening, Fogg and Passepartout arrived at Charing Cross Station, took two first-class tickets to Paris, and set off on their journey at 8:45 p.m.

2 Suez

The travelers arrived in Paris on October 3, at 7:20 am, and at 8:40 am they had already departed further. On October 4, Fogg and Passepartout arrived in Turin, and on October 5, in Brindisi. There they boarded the packet boat Mongolia and set sail through the Suez Canal. On October 9, at 11 a.m., the Mongolia arrived in Suez.

On the embankment in Suez, Detective Fix was waiting for the arrival of the packet boat. He was one of those English police agents who were sent to various ports after the theft at the Bank of England. Fix was to carefully observe travelers passing through Suez, and if any of them seemed suspicious to him, follow him in anticipation of receiving an arrest warrant.

Fogg and Passepartout went ashore to visit the British consulate. Formally, they did not need a visa to visit India, where they were going. But Fogg wanted to document his passage through Suez. As soon as Fix saw Fogg, he immediately decided that this was the man who robbed the bank. Then he talked with Passepartout and became even more convinced of his opinion. Fix then sent the following dispatch to the Director of the London Police:

"From Suez to London.
Rowan, Director of Police, Central Station, Scotland Place.
I am pursuing the thief who robbed the Bank of England, this is Phileas Fogg. Send an arrest warrant to Bombay (British India) without delay.
Fix, police agent."

A quarter of an hour later, Fix, with a light suitcase in his hands, but with a substantial supply of money, stepped onto the deck of the Mongolia.

3 Bombay

By noon on October 20, the Indian coast appeared. At half past five the packet boat moored to the Bombay embankment. "Mongolia" was supposed to arrive in Bombay only on October 22. Consequently, from the moment of leaving London, Fogg accumulated winnings of two days.

The train from Bombay to Calcutta left exactly at eight o'clock in the evening. Mr. Fogg left the packet boat and gave Passepartout detailed orders regarding the purchases, warning him to be at the station before eight o'clock, while he himself went to the passport office.

Detective Fix, meanwhile, hurried to the director of the Bombay police. But a warrant for Phileas Fogg's arrest had not yet been obtained. Fix tried to get a warrant from the Bombay police chief, but he refused.

Meanwhile, Passepartout, having made the necessary purchases, walked through the streets of Bombay. He was already heading to the station when he met the wonderful Malabar Hill Pagoda on the way. Passepartout wanted to examine it from the inside, but he did not know two things: that, firstly, Christians are strictly forbidden to enter some Hindu pagodas and, secondly, that you need to enter there, leaving your shoes at the threshold. Passepartout entered the pagoda without realizing that he was committing a crime. And suddenly three priests attacked Passepartout, threw him to the floor and, tearing off his shoes and socks, began to beat him. With a punch and a kick, the Frenchman knocked down two opponents, ran out of the pagoda and soon left the third priest behind. At five minutes to eight, a few minutes before the train left, Passepartout ran to the station bareheaded, barefoot and without any shopping. The travelers went to Calcutta, and Fix, who had been watching them at the station, decided to stay in Bombay.

4 Kolby. Journey through the jungle

On October 22, at eight o'clock in the morning, the train stopped fifteen miles from the Rotal station, in the village of Kolbi. It turned out that next Railway not completed. Passengers had to cover a distance of about fifty miles from Kolbi to Allahabad. on our own and means. And from Allahabad the line continued further. Fogg remained calm, since he had two days to spare. He planned to arrive in Calcutta by October 25, since on that day the ship was scheduled to leave for Hong Kong.

Most passengers knew about this break in the railway line. Getting off the train, they quickly took possession of all the means of transportation that the village had. Mr. Fogg and his traveling companion Sir Francis Cromarty searched the entire village, but found nothing. But Passepartout found the elephant. The elephant's owner and Fogg bargained for a long time. The Indian clearly wanted to profit, and finally he was satisfied with the sum of two thousand pounds sterling. Then the travelers found a guide - “a young Parsi with an intelligent face.”

The Parsee covered the elephant's back with something like a blanket and hung a basket on each side. Sir Francis Cromarty took his place in one basket, Phileas Fogg in the other. Passepartout sat on the animal's back, the Parsee climbed onto the elephant's neck, and at nine o'clock the animal left the village, heading to Allahabad along the shortest road - through a dense palm forest.

Several times the travelers encountered ferocious crowds of Hindus who saw off the fleet-footed animal with angry gestures. Parsi, as far as possible, tried to avoid such meetings, rightly considering them dangerous. At eight o'clock in the evening the main Vindhya mountain range was left behind, and the travelers decided to spend the night in a collapsed bungalow at the foot of the northern slope of the ridge. About twenty-five miles had been covered during the day, and the same distance remained to Allahabad station. The night passed peacefully.

At six o'clock in the morning the travelers set off again. In the afternoon they met a procession of Brahmins. Hidden in the jungle, they went unnoticed, but were able to see the procession. The Hindus carried the body of the deceased Raja, and also led his young widow. At dawn the next day, the old man's body was to be burned, and, according to local tradition, the widow was to go to the fire with him. The guide told the travelers about this girl. This beautiful Hindu woman from the Parsi tribe was the daughter of a rich merchant from Bombay. She received a good upbringing and education at the European level. Her name was Auda. Left an orphan, she was forcibly married to the old Raja of Bundelkhand. Three months later, Auda was widowed. Knowing the fate that awaited her, she fled but was caught. And now execution awaited her.

Fogg decided to save the girl. The travelers followed the procession and waited until nightfall. But it was not possible to kidnap the unfortunate woman at night; she was well guarded. Morning came, it was time for the burning. The travelers already thought that everything was in vain, when suddenly something unexpected happened. There was a general cry of horror. The crowd fell to the ground in fear. The old Raja came to life, rose from his bed, took his young wife in his arms and left the fire, enveloped in clouds of smoke. But in fact it was Passepartout. While the Hindus were under the impression of what had happened, the kidnappers and the girl began to run away. The trick was quickly discovered, the priests gave chase, but they failed to catch up with the elephant.

At ten o'clock in the morning they arrived at Allahabad station. Auda, under the influence of the dope to which the priests subjected her, gradually came to her senses. Fogg settled with the guide and gave him an elephant. Soon the travelers boarded the train and moved on.

5 Kolkata

On October 25, at 7 o'clock in the morning, Fogg, Passepartout and Aouda arrived in Calcutta. The ship departing for Hong Kong weighed anchor only at noon, the travelers still had 5 hours left. As he exited the station, a policeman approached Fogg and asked them to follow him. Fogg and Passepartout were then arrested and scheduled to appear in court at 8:30 a.m.

Priests from the Malabar Hill Pagoda in Bombay were present at the trial. Phileas Fogg and his servant were accused of blasphemous desecration of a Brahmin sanctuary. Also in the hall was Fix, who brought the Bombay priests to Calcutta.

As a result, the court decided to sentence Passepartout to two weeks in prison and a fine of three hundred pounds, and Phileas Fogg to eight days in prison and a fine of one and a half hundred pounds. But Fogg paid a bail of 2 thousand pounds sterling, and the travelers were released.

At 11 a.m. Mr. Fogg, Aouda and Passepartout were already on the embankment. Half a mile away from them, in the roadstead, the Rangoon was already standing. They got into the boat and headed towards the ship. They had to cover three and a half thousand miles, which took 11-12 days. The first part of the move on the Rangoon took place in excellent conditions and good weather. Phileas Fogg intended to catch a ship in Hong Kong that was leaving for Yokohama on November 5th. But after visiting Singapore the weather turned bad. The ship was caught in a storm. It only calmed down on the afternoon of November 4th. The Rangoon rushed forward with great speed. But it was no longer possible to completely make up for lost time.

6 Hong Kong

Fogg was scheduled to arrive in Hong Kong on November 5, but arrived only on the 6th. At one o'clock in the afternoon the ship moored to the embankment and passengers began to disembark. As luck would have it, the steamship Carnatic on which Mr. Fogg planned to sail required boiler repairs, so its sailing was postponed from November 5th to November 7th. If it had sailed on time, the travelers would have had to wait eight days for the next ship.

The Carnatic was due to sail at five o'clock in the morning, so that Mr. Fogg had sixteen hours at his disposal to attend to his business, that is, to arrange for Mrs. Auda. He rented a room for her at the Club Hotel, and he went to the stock exchange. There, Fogg found out that Auda's relative no longer lived in China, he had amassed a large fortune and moved to Europe, presumably to Holland. Returning to the hotel, Mr. Fogg invited the girl to go with him to Europe.

Meanwhile, Passepartout went to book cabins and learned that the Carnatic's repairs were completed, and the packet boat would leave not the next morning, but on the same day at eight o'clock in the evening. On the embankment the Frenchman met Fix, and together they went into a tavern. After drinking wine, they started talking, and then Fix told Passepartout that he was a police agent and asked him to help him detain Fogg in Hong Kong. Passepartout flatly refused. However, Fix managed to get him so drunk that Passepartout took a puff from an opium pipe and fell asleep. He was unable to warn Mr. Fogg about the ship's departure. After sleeping for 3 hours, Passepartout overcame the stupefying effect of the drug and woke up. He left the drunkards' bed and staggered out of the smoking room. The steamer was already smoking, ready to sail. Passepartout managed to get on board and fell unconscious. The next day the Frenchman woke up and, to his horror, discovered that Mr. Fogg and Auda were not on the ship.

Meanwhile, Fogg and Aouda arrived at the quay and found that the ship had departed the day before. They did not know where Passepartout had gone. Fix approached them and introduced himself as a passenger who also did not make it onto the Carnatic. Mr. Fogg did not lose his cool and began to look for another ship that could take them to Yokohama. Soon he found the owner of one ship, who helped find a way out of the situation. The route to Yokohama was too long, and he suggested sailing to Shanghai, located twice as close. According to this sailor, the packet boat bound for San Francisco departs from Shanghai and only makes a stop in Yokohama. The ship is scheduled to depart from Shanghai on November 11 at 7 pm. They had four days left at their disposal.

At 15:10, November 7, the schooner "Tankadera" raised the sails. The passengers were already on deck, and the schooner set off for Shanghai. Most of the voyage was calm, but then the ship encountered a strong storm. Miraculously, the Tankadera remained afloat, but several hours were lost. When the storm ended, the schooner again rushed to the target with full sail. By noon on November 11, Tancadera was only forty-five miles from Shanghai. There were six hours left before the ship departed for Yokohama.

At seven o'clock in the evening there were three miles left to Shanghai. A long black silhouette appeared in the distance - an American packet boat departing from the port at the appointed time. On the bow of the Tancadera there was a small bronze cannon, which served to give signals. Mr. Fogg ordered the flag to be lowered, which was a distress signal, and the signal to be fired from a cannon. As a result, the packet boat picked up Mr. Fogg and Auda from the schooner and set sail for Yokohama.

7 Yokohama

On November 13, with the morning tide, the Carnatic entered the port of Yokohama. Passepartout landed on the Japanese shore. He had no money, he had nothing to eat, he did not know how to get to America. The next day he saw a poster for a Japanese acrobatic troupe, went to its director Batulcar and got a job as a clown.

On the same day, on the morning of November 14, Phileas Fogg and Auda arrived in Yokohama. First of all, they went to the Carnatic and found out that Passepartout had actually sailed on it to Yokohama. But Passepartout could not be found either in the French or English consulates, or on the streets of the city. Fogg was completely desperate to find a servant, when suddenly, obeying some instinct, he went into Batulkar’s booth. Passepartout took part in the performance. He himself saw Fogg among the spectators. That evening, just before the departure of the American packet, Mr. Fogg and Mrs. Aouda entered the ship's deck, accompanied by Passepartout.

The packet boat that flew between Yokohama and San Francisco was called the General Grant. Traveling at twelve miles per hour, the packet boat had to cross the Pacific Ocean in twenty-one days. Thus, Phileas Fogg could expect that, arriving in San Francisco on December 2, he would be in New York on the eleventh, and in London on the twentieth.

The sailing was calm. Passepartout met Fix on board. The detective persuaded him to become allies, since now it was beneficial for him that Fogg be in England as soon as possible.

8 San Francisco

On December 3, the General Grant entered the Golden Gate Strait and arrived in San Francisco. Mr. Fogg hasn't won or lost a single day yet. It was 7 o'clock in the morning when Phileas Fogg, Mrs. Aouda and Passepartout set foot on the American continent. Mr. Fogg, getting off at the pier, immediately found out when the next train to New York left. He left at 6 pm.

The travelers stayed at the International Hotel. Passepartout went shopping, and Phileas Fogg and Mrs. Aouda visited the English consul, had their passports endorsed, met Fix, and then accidentally ended up at the meeting. They tried to stay away, and when the meeting turned into a fight, they were about to leave, but suddenly they found themselves in the epicenter of a landfill, as a result, Fix received a blow to the head, and he and Fogg had to urgently change their costumes to new ones.

At a quarter to six the travelers arrived at the station and found the train ready to depart. They went to New York.

9 Adventures on the road across America

The journey from San Francisco to New York by train was supposed to take seven days. However, during the journey many events occurred that delayed the train. The first such event was a meeting with a herd of bison. The train had to stop to allow a herd of ten or twelve thousand head across the tracks. The passage of the bison lasted three long hours.

The second event occurred during the passage of the Rocky Mountains. The train suddenly stopped before a red signal. The trackman, who was sent by the superintendent of a nearby station to meet the train, reported that the suspension bridge over Medicine Bow was rickety and would not support the weight of the train. There was one mile left to the bridge. Beyond the bridge, twelve miles from the river, there was a station where an oncoming train was supposed to arrive in six hours and pick up passengers. Nobody liked this option. But then the train driver suggested that if the train was run at top speed, there was some chance of overshooting. Passengers liked this offer. The driver reversed and pulled the train back almost a full mile. Then the whistle blew and the train rushed forward. He picked up speed until it reached the extreme limit. The train was traveling at a speed of one hundred miles per hour - it was flying, barely touching the rails. And he rushed safely across the river. Immediately after this, the bridge crashed into the waters of Medicine Bow.

But the most serious event still awaited the travelers ahead. Mr. Fogg and Fix met Colonel Stamp W. Proctor on the train. They had a conflict with this person at a rally in San Francisco. Both Fogg and Proctor wanted to settle the issue of honor, and a duel was brewing. They wanted to get off at the nearest station to fight. But due to the delay of the train, passengers were not allowed to disembark. The conductor suggested shooting himself on the train. Both opponents and their seconds, led by the conductor, walked through the entire train to the rear carriage. But before they had time to begin their work, wild screams were suddenly heard. Shots rang out after them. The shooting started somewhere near the locomotive and continued along the carriages. Colonel Proctor and Mr. Fogg, with revolvers in their hands, jumped out of the carriage onto the platform and rushed forward, from where most of the shots and screams were heard. The train was attacked by a detachment of Sioux Indians.

The Indians had guns. The travelers, also almost all armed, responded to rifle shots with revolver fire. First of all, the Indians rushed to the locomotive. The driver and fireman were stunned by the blows of the brass knuckles. The leader of the Sioux tribe wanted to stop the train, but, not knowing the controls, he turned the regulator knob in the opposite direction and added steam. Indians flooded the carriages. They jumped across rooftops, burst through doors and windows, and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with passengers. The travelers bravely defended themselves. A dozen or two Indians killed on the spot had already fallen onto the track, and the wheels of the train were crushing the attackers, who were falling from the platforms onto the rails like worms.

The struggle, which had already lasted ten minutes, would inevitably have led to the victory of the Indians if it had not been possible to stop the train. The Fort Kearney station was no more than two miles away. There was an American military post there, but if the fort had been passed without stopping, then the Indians would have remained masters of the train until the next station. Passepartout undertook to stop the train. Unnoticed by the Indians, he slid under the carriage. The Frenchman, with the agility and flexibility of a former gymnast, clinging to chains, buffers and brake levers, made his way under the cars and finally reached the head of the train. He released the safety chains and removed the connecting hook. The uncoupled train began to slow down, and the locomotive rushed forward with renewed vigor.

The train continued to move for several minutes, but the passengers set the car brakes, and the train finally stopped less than a hundred paces from the Kernei station. The soldiers of the fort, hearing the shooting, hastily ran out to meet the train. The Indians did not wait for them and fled before the train could finally stop. When the travelers took a roll call on the station platform, it turned out that several people were missing, including Passepartout. Many passengers were injured, but all were alive. One of the most serious wounds was Colonel Proctor. Mrs Aouda remained unharmed. Phileas Fogg, although he did not take care of himself, did not receive a single scratch. Fix escaped with a slight wound to his arm.

Mr. Fogg feared that Passepartout and the two other missing passengers might have been captured by the Indians. He, along with thirty volunteer soldiers from the fort, set off in pursuit. Soon the locomotive returned to the station and the train left. Auda and Fix remained waiting at the station. They spent a restless night there. Only in the morning the detachment returned with Passepartout and two other passengers. The operation to rescue them was successful. But the train left, and we had to wait until the evening for the next one. Fix came to the rescue. Even at night, some person suggested that he use an unusual transport - a sleigh with a sail. Fogg agreed.

The wind was favorable. It was blowing directly from the west and quite strongly at that. The snow hardened, and Mudge, the owner of the sleigh, undertook to deliver Mr. Fogg to the Omaha station in a few hours. Trains departed frequently from this station, and there were many lines leading to Chicago and New York. At eight o'clock in the morning the sleigh was ready to leave. The travelers settled into them, tightly wrapped in their travel blankets. Two huge sails were raised, and the sleigh slid across the snow crust at a speed of forty miles per hour. By one o'clock they arrived in Omaha.

The direct train was ready to depart. Phileas Fogg and his companions barely had time to board the carriage. The train flew through the state of Iowa with extreme speed. At night he crossed the Mississippi at Davenport and entered the state of Illinois through Rock Island. The next day, December 10, at four o'clock in the evening, the train arrived in Chicago. There the travelers boarded a train to New York.

10 New York

On December 11, at a quarter past twelve at night, the train stopped at the station in New York, located just opposite the pier of the Cunardline steamship line. The steamer China, bound for Liverpool, weighed anchor forty-five minutes ago.

Mr. Fogg, Mrs. Auda, Fix and Passepartout crossed the Hudson on a small steamer and boarded a cab, which took them to the St. Nicholas Hotel on Broadway. In the morning, Fogg left the hotel, ordering his servant to wait for him and warn Mrs. Auda to be ready to leave at any moment. He went to the shore of the Hudson and began to diligently search among the ships standing at the pier and anchored in the middle of the river for some steamer ready to sail. But most of the ships ready to sail were sailing ships; they were not suitable for Mr. Fogg.

Suddenly he noticed a ship anchored in front of Batery. It was a gracefully shaped merchant screw steamer, with thick clouds of smoke billowing from its chimney, indicating the vessel's imminent departure. Phileas Fogg hired a boat, got into it and found himself at the Henrietta's gangway. He spent a long time trying to persuade the captain to take him and his companions on board the ship. It seemed that this time money was powerless. But in the end, Fogg still managed to agree with the captain that he would take the travelers to Bordeaux, charging two thousand dollars for each. Half an hour later Mr. Fogg, Mrs. Aouda, Passepartout and Fix were already on board the Henrietta.

The next day, December 13, a man climbed onto the bridge to determine the coordinates of the ship. But it wasn't Captain Speedy. It was Phileas Fogg. During the thirty hours of his stay on board the ship, he manipulated bank notes so skillfully that the entire crew went over to his side. And Captain Andrew Speedy sat locked up in his cabin. The Henrietta was on its way to Liverpool. From the way Phileas Fogg steered the ship, it was clear that he had once been a sailor.

11 Queenstown

"Henrietta" was moving at full speed. But on December 16, it became clear that coal reserves would soon run out, because the amount of fuel was calculated for the journey to Bordeaux, and not to Liverpool. The ship continued to sail at full steam, but two days later, on the eighteenth, the mechanic announced that there was less than one day's worth of coal left. On the same day, Mr. Fogg bought the ship from Captain Speedy, after which he ordered all the wooden parts of the ship to be used for fuel. First, the poop, deckhouse, cabins and lower deck were used up. The next day, December 19, the spar and its spare parts were burned. They took down the masts and cut them with axes. The next morning, December 20, the bulwarks and all the surface parts of the ship, as well as most of the deck, were burned.

On this day the Irish coast appeared. However, at ten o'clock in the evening the ship was still only abeam Queenstown. Phileas Fogg had only twenty-four hours to reach London. Meanwhile, during this time, Henrietta could only reach Liverpool, even going at full steam.

Queenstown is a small port on the Irish coast, where transatlantic steamers unload mail from the United States, from where it is carried by courier trains to Dublin, and then transported by fast ships to Liverpool, thus twelve hours ahead of the fastest packet boats of the ocean companies. Fogg decided to use the same path.

At about one o'clock in the morning, during high tide, the Henrietta entered the port of Queenstown. The passengers disembarked. Mr. Fogg, Mrs. Aouda, Passepartout and Fix boarded the train at half past one in the morning, arrived in Dublin at dawn and immediately boarded one of the mail ships.

12 Liverpool

On December 21, at 11:40, Phileas Fogg was on Liverpool Quay. He was only six hours from London. At that moment Fix approached him and arrested him. Phileas Fogg was in prison. He was locked in a police post at the Liverpool Customs House, where he had to spend the night awaiting transfer to London. Mrs. Aouda and Passepartout remained at the entrance to the customs house. Neither he nor she wanted to leave this place. They wanted to see Mr. Fogg again.

At 14:33 Fix came into Fogg’s cell. He was out of breath, his hair was disheveled. With difficulty he muttered that Mr. Fogg was free, the real thief had been arrested three days ago. Phileas Fogg approached the detective. Looking intently at his face, he pulled both hands back and then, with the precision of a machine gun, struck the hapless detective with his fists.

Mr. Fogg, Mrs. Aouda and Passepartout immediately left the customs. They jumped into the carriage and in a few minutes were already at the station. The London express left thirty-five minutes ago. Then Phileas Fogg ordered a special train. At exactly three o'clock, Phileas Fogg, having said a few words to the driver regarding the bonus, rushed off, in the company of a young woman and his faithful servant, towards London. It was necessary to cover the distance between Liverpool and London in five and a half hours. This would be entirely feasible if the path were clear along its entire length. But there were forced delays along the way.

13 London

When Phileas Fogg arrived at the London station, all the clocks in London showed nine hours to ten minutes. He arrived in London five minutes later than scheduled. He lose. The travelers headed to Mr. Fogg's house on Saville Row.

The next day, Auda, who had fallen in love with Mr. Fogg during the journey, asked him about marriage. In response, Phileas Fogg confessed his love to her. It was immediately decided to get married the next day. Passepartout went to notify the Reverend Samuel Wilson of the Mary-le-Bon parish of the upcoming ceremony. There he suddenly learned that today was not Sunday, December 22, but Saturday, December 21. Fogg, without knowing it, gained a whole day compared to his notes, for, while traveling around the world, he was moving to the east, and, on the contrary, he would have lost a whole day if he was moving in the opposite direction, that is, to the west.

Passepartout ran as fast as he could to Mr. Fogg. There were only 10 minutes left. Mr. Fogg hurriedly went to the club and managed to burst into the hall three seconds before the end of the bet and thereby win the competition. A day later, Fogg and Auda got married.