eleven in the evening
Nine hundred miles separated Chicago from New York ; but trains are not wanting at Chicago . Mr. Fogg passed at once from one to the other , and the locomotive of the Pittsburgh , Fort Wayne , and Chicago Railway left at full speed , as if it fully comprehended that that gentleman had no time to lose . It traversed Indiana , Ohio , Pennsylvania , and New Jersey like a flash , rushing through towns with antique names , some of which had streets and car-tracks , but as yet no houses . At last the Hudson came into view ; and , at a quarter-past eleven in the evening of the 11th , the train stopped in the station on the right bank of the river , before the very pier of the Cunard line . The China , for Liverpool , had started three-quarters of an hour before ! The China , in leaving , seemed to have carried off Phileas Fogg 's last hope . None of the other steamers were able to serve his projects .