This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. That's L-I-B-R-I-V-O-X-dot-org. Around the World in 80 Days by Jules Verne, Chapter 18, in which Phyllis Fogg, Puspartu, and Fix go each about his business. The weather was bad during the latter days of the voyage. The wind, optionally remaining in northwest Blueagale, and retarded the steamer. The Rangoon ruled heavily, and the passengers became impatient of the long, monstrous waves, which the wind raised before their path. A sort of tempest rose on the 3rd of November, the squail knocking the vessel about with fury, and the waves running high. The Rangoon reefed all herself, and suddenly the raging proved too much. Whistling and shaking amid the squall, the steamer was forced to proceed slowly, and the captain estimated that she would reach Hong Kong 20 hours behind time, and more as the storm lasted. Phyllis Fogg gazed at the tempestuous sea, which seemed to be struggling especially to delay him. He never changed countenance for an instant, though a delay of 20 hours by making him too late for the Yokohama boat would almost inevitably cause the loss of the wager. This man of nerve manifested neither impatience nor annoyance. It seemed as if the storm were a part of his programe, and had been foreseen. Eoda was amazed to find him as calm as he had been from the first time she saw him. Fix did not look at the state of things in the same light. The storm greatly pleased him. His satisfaction would have been complete had the Rangoon been forced to retreat before the violence of wind and waves. Each delay filled him with hope, for it became more and more probable that Phogg would be obliged to remain some days at Hong Kong, and now the heavens themselves became his allies with the gusts and squeals. It mattered not that they made him seasick. He made no account of this inconvenience, and whilst his body was writhing under their effects, his spirit bounded with hopeful exhaustion. This part two was enraged beyond expression by the unpropitious weather. Everything had gone so well till now. Earth and sea had seemed to be at his master's service. Steamers and railways obeyed him. Wind and steam united to speed his journey. Had the hour of adversity come, this part two was as much excited as if the twenty thousand pounds were to come from his own pocket. The storm exasperated him. The gale made him furious, and he longed to lash the obstinate sea into obedience. Poor fellow! Phogg's carefully concealed from him his own satisfaction. For had he betrayed it, this part two could scarcely have restrained himself from personal violence. His part two remained on deck as long as the tempest lasted, being unable to remain quiet below and taking it into head to aid the progress of the ship by lending a hand with the crew. He overwhelmed the captain, officers, and sailors who could not help laughing at his impatience with all sorts of questions. He wanted to know exactly how long the storm was going to last, whereupon he was referred to the barometer which seemed to have no intention of rising. This part two shook it, but with no perceivable effect, for neither shaking normal dictions could prevail upon it to change its mind. On the fourth, however, the sea became more calm, and the storm lessened its violence. The wind veered southward, and was once more favorable, as part two cleared up with the weather. Some of the sails were unfurled, and the Rangoon resumed its most rapid speed. The time loss could not, however, be regained. Land was not signaled until five o'clock on the morning of the sixth. The steamer was due on the fifth. Phogg was twenty-four hours behind hand, and the Yokohama steamer would, of course, be missed. The pilot went on board at six, and took his place on the bridge to guide the Rangoon through the channels to the port of Hong Kong. His part two longed to ask him if the steamer had left for Yokohama. But he dared not, for he wished to preserve the spark of hope, which still remained until the last moment he had confided his anxiety to face. Who, to sly rascal, tried to console him by saying that Mr. Phogg would be in time if he took the next boat? But this only put his part two in a passion. Mr. Phogg, bolder than a servant, did not hesitate to approach the pilot, and tranquilly asked him if he knew when a steamer would leave Hong Kong for Yokohama. A high tide tomorrow morning answered the pilot, ah, said Mr. Phogg, without betraying any astonishment. His part two, who heard what passed, would willingly have embraced the pilot, while Fix would have been glad to twist his neck. What is the steamer's name? asked Mr. Phogg. The Contek. Achi had not gone yesterday? Yes, sir. But they had to repair one of her bailows. And so her departure was postponed till tomorrow. Thank you, returned Mr. Phogg, descending mathematically to the saloon. His part two clasped the pilot's hand and shook it heartily in his delight, exclaiming, Pilot, you are the best of good fellows. The pilot probably does not know to this day what his responses want him this enthusiastic greeting. He remounted the bridge and guided the steamer through the flotilla of junks, tongs, and fishing boats, which crowed the harbor of Hong Kong. At one o'clock, the rangoon was at the quay, and the passengers were going ashore. Chance had strangely favored Philly's fog, for had not the carn tick been forced to lie over for repairing his boilers, she would have left on the 6th of November, and the passengers for Japan would have been obliged to wait for a week for the selling of the next steamer. Mr. Phogg was, it is true, 24 hours behind his time. But this could not seriously imperil the remainder of his tour. The steamer, which crossed the Pacific from Yokohama to San Francisco, made a direct connection with that from Hong Kong, and it could not sell until the latter reached Yokohama. And if Mr. Phogg was 24 hours late on reaching Yokohama, this time would no doubt be easily regained in the voyage of 22 days across the Pacific. He found himself then about 24 hours behind hand, 35 days after leaving London. The carn tick was announcing to leave Hong Kong at 5 the next morning. Mr. Phogg had 16 hours in which to attend to his business there, which was to deposit Eoda safely with her wealthy relative. On landing, he concluded her to a pal queen in which they repaired to the club hotel. A room was engaged for the young woman, and Mr. Phogg, after seeing that she wanted for nothing, sat out in search for her cousin Jeje. He instructed Pispartu to remain at the hotel until his return, that Eoda might not be left entirely alone. Mr. Phogg repaired to the exchange, where he did not doubt everyone would know so wealthy and considerable a personage as the Perse merchant. Meeting a broker, he made the inquiry to earn that Jeje had left China two years before and retiring from business with an immense fortune had taken up his residence in Europe. In Holland, the broker thought with the merchants of the country he had principally traded. Mr. Phogg returned to the hotel, bagged a moment's conversation with Eoda, and without more ado, apprised her that Jeje was no longer at Hong Kong, but probably in Holland. Eoda at first said nothing. She passed her hand across her forehead, and reflected a few moments. Then, in her sweat, soft voice, she said, What ought I to do, Mr. Phogg? It is very simple, replied the gentleman, Go on to Europe. But I could not intrude, you do not intrude, nor do you in the least embarrass my project. As part two, Monsieur, go to the conatic and engage three cabins. As part two, delighted that the young woman, who was very gracious to him, was going to continue the journey with him, went off at a brisk gate to obey his master's order. End of chapter 18. This has been a TBOL3 production. This is the LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. That's L-I-B-R-I-V-O-X.org. Around the world in 80 days by Jules Verne. Chapter 19, in which Puspartou takes a two great interest in his master. And what comes of it? Hong Kong is an island, which comes into the possession of the English by the Treaty of Nankin after the war of 1842. And the colonizing genius of the English has created upon it an important city and an excellent port. The island is situated at the mouth of the Canton River and is separated by about 60 miles from the Portuguese town of Macau. On the opposite coast, Hong Kong has beaten Macau in the struggle for the Chinese trade. And now the greater part of the transportation of Chinese goods finds its depot at the former place. Docks, hospitals, wharves, a gothic cathedral, a government house, macadamuses, streets, give to Hong Kong the appearance of a town in Kent or Surrey transferred by some strange magic to an antipodes. Puspartou wandered with his hands in his pockets towards the Victoria part, gazing as he went at the curious Pal Queens and other modes of conveyance. And the groups of Chinese, Japanese, and Europeans who pass to and fro in the streets, Hong Kong seemed to him not unlike Bombay, Calcutta, and Singapore since, like them, it betrayed everywhere the evidence of English supremacy. At the Victoria port he found a confused mass of ships of all nations, English, French, Americans, and Dutch. Men of war and trading vessels, Japanese and Chinese junks, sampas, tanks, and flower boats, which formed so many floating parteries. Puspartou noticed in the crowd a number of the natives who seemed very old nor dressed in yellow. On going into a barber's to get shaved he learned that these ancient men were all at least 80 years old, at which age they are permitted to wear yellow, which is the imperial color. Puspartou, without exactly knowing why, thought this was very funny. On reaching the quay where they were to embark on the Carnatic, he was not astonished to find Fix walking up and down. The detective seemed very much disturbed and disappointed. This is bad, muttered Puspartou. For the gentleman of the reform club he accosted Fix with a merry smile as if he had not perceived that gentleman's charging. The detective had indeed good reasons to invade against the bad luck which pursued him. The warrant had not come. It was certainly on the way, but as certainly it could not now reach Hong Kong for several days, and this being the last English territory on Mr. Fogg's route, the robber would escape unless he could manage to detain him. Well, Monsieur Fix, said Puspartou, have you decided to go with us so far as to America? Yes, return Fix, through his set teeth. Good, exclaimed Puspartou, laughing heartily. I knew you could not persuade yourself to separate from us. Come and engage your birth. They entered the steamer office and secured cabins for four persons. The clerk, as he gave them the tickets, informed them that the repairs on the Carnatic having been completed, the steamer would leave that very evening and not next morning, as had been announced. That will suit my master all the better, said Puspartou. I will go and let him know. Fix now decided to make a bold move. He resolved to tell Puspartou all. It seemed to be the only possible means of keeping Philly's Fogg several days longer at Hong Kong. He accordingly invited his companion into a tavern, which caught his eye on the quay. On entering, they found themselves in a large room, handsomely decorated at the end of which was a large camp bed, furnished with cushions. Several persons lay upon this bed in a deep sleep. At the small tables, which were arranged about the room, some thirty customers were drinking English beer, porter, gin, and brandy. Smoking the while, long red clay pipes stuffed with little bells of opium mingled with essence of rose. From time to time, one of the smokers overcame with the narcotic would slip under the table, whereupon the waiters, taking him by the hand and feet, carried him and laid him upon the bed. The bed array supported twenty of these stupefied sots.  To the amount of one million four hundred thousand pounds, thousands devoted to one of the most despicable vices which afflict humanity. The Chaisney's government has in vain attempted to deal with the evil by stringent laws. It passed gradually from the rich to whom it was at first exclusively reserved to the lower classes, and then its ravages could not be arrested. Opium is smoked everywhere, at all times by men and women, in the celestial empire, and once accustomed to it, the victims cannot dispense with it, except by suffering horrible body contortions and agonies. A great smoker can smoke as many as eight pipes a day, but he dies in five years. It was in one of these dens that Fix and Puspartou, in search of a friendly glass, found themselves. Puspartou had no money, but willingly accepted Fix's invitation in the hope of returning the obligation at some future time. They ordered two bottles of port, in which the Frenchmen did ample justice whilst Fix observed him with close attention. They chattered about the journey, and Puspartou was especially merry at the idea that Fix was going to continue it with them. When the bottles were empty, however, he rose to go and tell his master of the change in the time of the selling of the Carnatic. Fix caught him by the arm, and said, Wait a moment. What for, Mr. Fix? I want to have a serious talk with you. A serious talk? cried Puspartou, drinking up the little wine that was left in the bottom of his glass. Well, we'll talk about it tomorrow. I haven't time now. Stay. What I have to say concerns your master. Puspartou, at this, looked attentively at his companion. Fix's face seemed to have a singular expression. He resumed his seat. What is it that you have to say? Fix placed his hand upon Puspartou's arm, and lowering his voice said, You have guessed who I am? Barbleel, said Puspartou, smiling. Then I'm going to tell you everything. Now that I know everything, my friend, ah, that's very good. But go on, go on.  Useless, said Fix, you speak confidently. It's clear that you don't know how large the sum is. Of course I do return Puspartou twenty thousand pounds. Fifty-five thousand, answered Fix, pressing his companion's hand. What! cried the Frenchman. Has Monsieur Fogg dared fifty-five thousand pounds? Well, that's all the moral reason for not losing an instant. You continued getting up hastily.  Fifty-five thousand pounds. And if I succeed, I get two thousand pounds. If you help me, I'll let you have five hundred of them.  Yes, help me keep Mr. Fogg here for two or three days. Why? What are you saying? These gentlemen are not satisfied with following my master and suspecting his honour, but they must try to put obstacles in his way. I blush for them. What do you mean?  They might as well wail at Mr. Fogg and put his money in their pockets. That's just what we count on doing. It's a conspiracy, then, cried Puspartou, who became more and more excited as the liquor mounted in his head for he drank without perceiving it. A real conspiracy, and gentlemen, too, bear. Fix began to be puzzled. Members of the reform club continued Puspartou, you must know, Monsieur Fix, that my master is an honest man, and that when he makes a wager, he tries to win it fairly. But who do you think I am? As Fix, looking at him intently, Pablo, an agent of the members of the reform club, sent out here to interrupt my master's journey. But though I found you out some time ago, I've taken good care to say nothing about it to Mr. Fogg. He knows nothing then? Nothing, replied Puspartou again, emptying his glass. The detective passed his hand across his forehead, hesitating before he spoke again. What should he do? Puspartou's mistake seemed sincere, but it made his design more difficult. It was evident that the servant was not the master's accomplice, as Fix had inclined to suspect. Well, said the detective to himself, as he is not an accomplice, he will help me. He had no time to lose. Fogg must be detained at Hong Kong, so he resolved to make a clean breast of it. Listen to me, said Fix abruptly. I am not, as you think, an agent of the members of the reform club. Bah! retorted Puspartou with an air of railery. I am a police detective sent out here by the London office. You, a detective! I will prove it. Here is my commission. Puspartou was speechless with astonishment when Fix displayed this document, the genuineness of which could not be doubted. Mr. Fogg's wager, resumed Fix, is only a pretext of which you and the gentlemen of the reform club are dupes. He had a motive for securing your innocent complicity. But why? Listen, on the 20th of last September, a robbery of 55,000 pounds was committed at the Bank of England by a person whose description was fortunately secured. Here is his description. It answers exactly to that of Mr. Philly's Fogg. What nonsense, cried Puspartou, striking table with his fist. My master is the most honorable of men. How can you tell? You know scarcely anything about him. You went into his service the day he came away, and he came away on a foolish pretext without trunks and carrying a large amount in banknotes, and yet you are bold enough to assert that he is an honest man? Yes, yes, replied the poor fellow mechanically. Would you like to be arrested as his accomplice, Puspartou overcome by what he had heard, held his head between his hands, and did not dare to look at the detective. Philly's Fogg, the savior of Eoda, that brave and generous man, a robber, and yet how many presumptions there were against him. Puspartou essayed to reject the suspicions, which forced themselves upon his mind. He did not wish to believe that his master was guilty. Well, what do you want of me, said he, at last, with an effort? See here, replied Fix, I have tracked Mr. Fogg to this place, but as yet I have replied to receive the warrant of arrest which I sent to London. You must help me to keep him here in Hong Kong. I, but I, I will share with you the £2,000 reward offered by the Bank of England. Never, replied Puspartou, who tried to rise, but fell back exhausted in mind and body. Mr. Fogg's he stammered, even should what you say be true. If my master is really the robber you are seeking for, which I deny, I have been am in his service. I have seen his generosity and goodness, and I will never betray him, not for all the gold in the world. I come from a village where they don't eat that kind of bread. You refuse? I refuse. Consider that I've said nothing, said Fix, and let us drink. Yes, let us drink. Puspartou felt himself yielding more and more to the effects of the liquor. Fix, seeing that he must, at all hazards, be separated from his master, wished to entirely overcame him. Some pipes full of opium lay upon the table. Fix slipped one into Puspartou's hand. He took it, put it between his lips, lit it, drew several puffs, and his head becoming heavy under the influence of the narcotic fell upon the table. At last, said Fix, seeing Puspartou unconscious, Mr. Fogg will not be informed of the narcotics departure, and if he is, he will have to go without his cursed Frenchman. After paying his bill, Fix left the tavern. End of Chapter 19. This has been a TBO3 production. Around the World in 80 Days by Jules Verne, Chapter 20, in which Fix comes face to face with Philly's Fogg. While these events were passing at the opium house, Mr. Fogg, unconscious of the danger he was in of losing the steamer, was quietly escorting Eoda about the streets of the English Quarter, making the necessary purchases for the long voyage before them. It was all very well for an Englishman like Mr. Fogg to make the tour of the world with a carpet bag. A lady could not be expected to travel comfortably under such conditions. He acquitted his task with the characteristic serenity and invariably replied to the remonstruses of his fair companion, who was confused by his patience and generosity. It is in the interest of my journey a part of my program. The purchases made, they returned to the hotel, where they dined at a sumptuously-served table d'éodelle, after which Eoda, shaking hands with her protector, after the English fashion retired to her room for a rest. Mr. Fogg absorbed himself throughout the evening in the pursuit of the times and illustrated London news. Had he been capable of being astonished at anything, it would have been not to see his servant return at bedtime. But knowing that the steamer was not to leave for Yokohama until the next morning, he did not disturb himself about the matter. When Prespartout did not appear the next morning to answer his master's bell, Mr. Fogg did not betray the least vexation, contended himself with taking his carpet bag, calling Eoda and sending for a palqueen. It was then eight o'clock at half past nine, it being then high tide, the Carnatic would leave the harbor. Mr. Fogg and Eoda got into the palqueen, their luggage being brought after on a wheelbarrow, and half an hour later stepped upon the quay they were to embark. Mr. Fogg then learned that the Carnatic had sailed the evening before. He had expected to find it not only the steamer, but its domestic, and was forced to give up both. But no sign of disappointment appeared on his face, and he merely remarked to Eoda, it is an accident, Madame, nothing more. At this moment, a man who had been observing him attentively approached. It was Vix, who bowing addressed Mr. Fogg. Were you not like me, sir, a passenger by the ragoon which arrived yesterday? I was, sir, replied Mr. Fogg coldly, but I have not the honor, pardon me, I thought I should find your servant here. Do you know what he is, sir? Asked Eoda anxiously. What? responded Vix, feigning surprise. Is he not with you? No, said Eoda. He has not made his appearance since yesterday. Could he have gone on board the Carnatic without us? Without you, Madame, answered the detective. Excuse me, did you intend to sail on the Carnatic? Yes, sir. So did I, Madame, and I am excessively disappointed. The Carnatic, its repairs being completed, left Hong Kong twelve hours before the state of time, without any notice being given. And we must now wait a week for another steamer. As he said a week, Vix felt his heart leap for joy. Fogg detained at Hong Kong for a week. There would be time for the warrant to arrive, and fortune at last favored the representative of the law. His horror may be imagined. When he heard Mr. Fogg say, in his placid voice, but there are other vessels besides the Carnatic, it seems to me, in the harbor of Hong Kong. And offered his arm to Eoda, he directed his steps towards the docks in search of some craft about to start. Vix stupefied followed. It seemed as if he were attached to Mr. Fogg by an invisible thread. Chance, however, appeared really to have abandoned the man. It had hitherto served so well. For three hours, Philly's Fogg wandered about the docks with the determination, if necessary, to charter a vessel to carry him to Yokohama. But he could only find vessels which were loading or unloading, and which could not therefore set sail. Vix began to hope again. But Mr. Fogg, far from being discouraged, was continuing his search, resolved not to stop if he had to resort to Makau when he was accustomed by a sailor on one of the wars. Is your honor looking for a boat? Have you a boat ready to sail? Yes, your honor, a pilot boat. Number 43, the best in the harbor. There she go fast, between eight and nine knots an hour. Will you look at her? Yes. Your honor will be satisfied with her. Is it for a sea excursion? No, for a voyage. A voyage? Yes. Will you agree to take me to Yokohama? The sailor leaned on the railing, opened his eyes wide and said, Is your honor joking? No. I have missed the Carnatic, but I must get to Yokohama by the 14th at the latest to take the boat for San Francisco. I am sorry, said the sailor, but it is impossible I offer you 100 pounds per day and an additional reward of 200 pounds if you reach Yokohama in time. Are you an earnest? Very much so. The pilot walked away a little distance and gazed out to sea, evidently struggling between the anxiety to gain a large sum and the fear of venturing so far. Ticks was in mortal suspense. Mr. Fogg turned to Eoda and asked her, You would not be afraid, would you, Madame? Not with you, Mr. Fogg, was her answer. The pilot now returned, shuffling his hat in his hands. Well, pilot, said Mr. Fogg. Well, your honor, replied he, I could not risk myself, my men, or my little boat of scarcely 20 tons or so long a voyage at this time of year. Besides, we could not reach Yokohama in time before it is 1600 and 60 miles from Hong Kong. Only 1600, said Mr. Fogg. It's the same thing. Ficks breathed more freely, but added the pilot, it might be arranged another way. Ficks ceased to breathe at all. How, asked Mr. Fogg, by going to Nagoski at the extreme south of Japan or even to Shanghai, which is only 800 miles from here, going to Shanghai we should not be forced to sail wide of the Chinese coast, which would be a great advantage as the currents run northward and would aid us. Pilot, said Mr. Fogg, I must take the American steamer at Yokohama and not the Shanghai or Nagoski. Why not return the pilot? The San Francisco steamer does not start for Yokohama. It puts in at Yokohama and Nagoski, but it starts from Shanghai. You are sure of that? Perfectly. And when does the boat leave Shanghai on the 11th at 7 in the evening? We have, therefore, four days before us. That is 96 hours. And in that time, if we had good luck and a southwest wind and the sea was calm, we could make those 800 miles to Shanghai. And you could go in an hour as soon as provisions could be got aboard and the sails put up. It is a bargain. Are you the master of the boat? Yes, John Busby, master of the Tinkhardy. Would you like some earnest money? If it would not put your honor out, here are 200 pounds on a count, sir, said Philly's Fog, turning to fix. If you would like to take advantage, thanks, sir. I was about to ask the favor. Very well. In half an hour, we shall go aboard. The poor Pespartu urged Eoda, who was much disturbed by the servant's disappearance, I shall do all I can to find him, replied Philly's Fog. While fix in a feverish, nervous state, repaired to the pilot boat, the others directed their course to the police station at Hong Kong. Philly's Fog there gave Pespartu's directions and left some of money to be spent in the search for him. The same formalities having been gone through at the French consulate and the Palakwain having stopped at the hotel for the luggage which had been sent back there, they returned to the wharf. It is now three o'clock and pilot boat number 43 with its crew on board and its provisions stored away was ready for departure. The Tinkadaris was a neat little craft of 20 tons as gracefully built as if she were a racing yacht. Her shining copper sheathing had galvished ironwork. Her deck white as ivory betrayed the pride taken by John Bumsby in making her presentable. Her two masts leaned a trifle backward. She carried Brigitine, foresell, storm jib, and standing jib and was well rigged for running before the wind and she seemed capable of brisk speed she had already proved by gaining several prizes in pilot boat races. The crew of the Tinkadaris was composed of John Bumsby, the master for hardy marines who were familiar with the Chinese seas. John Bumsby himself amounted 45 or thereabouts vigorous sunburnt with a sprightly expression of the eye and energetic self-reliant counterance would have inspired confidence in the most timid. Philly's Fog, Neoda, went on board where they found fix already installed. Below deck was a square cabin of which the walls bulged out in the form of cots. Above a circular divan in the center was a table provided with a swinging lamp. The accommodation was confined but neat. I am sorry to have nothing better to offer you said Mr. Fog to fix who bowed without responding. The detective had a feeling akin to humiliation in profiting by the kindness of Mr. Fog. It was certain, thought he the rascal as he is he is a polite one. The cells and the English flag were hoisted at 10 minutes past 3. Mr. Fog and Neoda who were seated on deck cast a last glance on the quay in the hope of aspiring his part to. Fix was not without his fears less chance should direct the steps of the unfortunate servant whom he had so badly treated in this direction in which case and explanation the reverse of the factory to the detective must be ensued but the Frenchman did not appear and without doubt was still lying under the stupefied influence of the opium. John Bonsby, master at length gave the order to start and the tenka dare taking the wind under her brigantine for a cell and standing jib bounding briskly forward over the waves. End of Chapter 20 This has been a TVOL3 production. This is our LibriVox recording our LibriVox recordings on the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org That's L-I-B-R-I-V-O-X .org Around the world in 80 days by Jules Verne Chapter 21 in which the master of the tenka dare runs great risk of losing a reward of 200 pounds. This voyage of 800 miles was a perilous venture on a craft of 20 tons and at this season of the year. The Chinese seas are usually boisterous subject to terrible gales of wind and especially during the equinoxes and it was now early November. It would clearly have been to the master's advantage to carry his passengers to Yokohama since he was paid a certain sum per day but he would have been rash to attempt such a voyage and it was imprudent even to attempt to reach Shanghai but John Bumsby believed in the tenka dare which rode on the waves like a seagull and perhaps he was not wrong. Late in the day they passed through the capricious channels of Hong Kong and the tenka dare impelled by favorable winds conducted herself admirably. I do not need pilot said Philly's Fog when they got into the open sea to advise you to use all possible speed. Trust me your honor we are carrying all the cell the wind will let us the poles would add nothing and are only used when we are going into port. It's your trade not mine pilot and I confide in you. Philly's Fog with body erect and legs wide apart standing like a sailor gazed without staggering at the swelling waters the young woman who was seated af was profoundly affected as she looked out upon the ocean darkening now with the twilight on which she had ventured in sofril a vessel above her head rustled the white cells which seemed like great white wings. The boat carried forward by the wind seemed to be flying in the air. Night came the moon was entering her first quarter and her insufficient light would soon die out in the mist on the horizon clouds were rising from the east and already overcast a part of the heavens the pilot had hung out his lights which were very necessary in the seas crowded with vessels bound landward. For collisions are not uncommon occurrences and at the speed she was going the least shock would shatter the gallant little craft. Fix seated in the bow gave himself up to meditation. He kept apart from his fellow travelers knowing Mr. Fog's takedown tastes. Besides, he did not quite like talk to the man whose favors he had accepted. He was thinking too of the future. It seemed certain that Fog would not stop at Yokohama but at once take the boat for San Francisco and the vast extent of America would ensure him impunity and safety. Fog's plan appeared to him the simplest in the world. Instead of selling directly from England to the United States like a common villain he had traversed three quarters of the globe so as to gain the American continent more surely. And there after throwing the police off his track he would quietly enjoy himself with the fortune stolen from the bank. But once in the United States what should he fix do? Should he abandon this man? No! A hundred times? No! Until he had secured his extradition he would not lose sight of him for an hour. It was his duty and he would fulfill it to the end. At all events there was one thing to be thankful for but part two was not with his master and it was above all important after the confidences Figs had imparted to him that the servant should have speech with his master. Filet's fog was also thinking of his part two who had so strangely disappeared looking at the matter from every point of view. It did not seem to him impossible that by some mistake the man might have embarked on the Carnatic at the last moment and this was also Eoda's opinion who regretted very much the loss of the worthy fellow to whom she owed so much. They might then find him at Yokohama for if the Carnatic was carrying him thither it would be easy to ascertain if he had been on board. A brisk breeze arose about ten o'clock but though it might have been prudent to take in a reef the pilot after carefully examining the heavens let the shaft remain rigging as before the tankardier bore sell admirably as she drew a great deal of water and everything was prepared for high speed in case of a gale. Mr. Fog and Eoda descended into the cabin at midnight having been already preceded by Figs who had lain down on one of the cots. The pilot and crew remained on deck all night. At sunrise the next day which was 8th November the boat had made more than 100 miles the log indicated a mean speed of between 8 and 9 miles. The tankardier still carried all sail and was accomplishing her greatest capacity of speed. If the wind held as it was the chance would be in her favor. During the day she kept along the coast where the currents were favorable. The coast, irregular in profile and visible sometimes across the clearings was at most 5 miles distant. The sea was less boisterous since the wind came off land a fortune circumstances for the boat which would suffer owing to its small tonage by a heavy surge on the sea. The breeze subsided a little towards noon and set in from the southwest the pilot put up his poles but took them down again within 2 hours as the wind freshed up anew. Mr. Fogg and Eoda happily unaffected by the roughness of the sea ate with a good appetite Ficks being invited to share their repast which he accepted with secret charging to travel at this man's expense and live upon his provisions was not palatable to him still he was obliged to eat and so he ate. When the meal was over he took Mr. Fogg apart and said sir this sir scorched his lips and he had to control himself to avoid collaring this gentleman sir you have been very kind to give me a passage on this boat but though my means will not admit of my expending them as freely as you I must ask to pay my share let us not speak of that sir replied Mr. Fogg but if I insist not sir replied Mr. Fogg in a tone which did not admit of a reply this enters into my general expenses Ficks as he bowed had a stiffened feeling and going forward where he and scounced himself did not open his mouth for the rest of the day meanwhile they were progressing famously and John Bumsby was in high hope he several times assured Mr. Fogg that they would reach Shanghai in time to which that gentleman responded that he countered upon it the crew set to work in good earnest inspired by the reward to be gained there was not a sheet which was not tightened not a cell which was not vigorously hoisted not a lurch could be charged to the man at helm they worked as desperately as if they were constant in a royal yacht regatta by evening the log showed that 220 miles had been accomplished from Hong Kong and Mr. Fogg might hope that he would be able to reach Yokohama without recording any delay in his journal in which case the many misadventures which had overtaken him since he left London would not seriously affect his journey the tank of deer entered the straits of Fokien which separated the island of Formosa from the Chinese coast in the small hours of the night crossing the tropic of cancer the sea was very rough in the straits full of eddies formed by the counter currents and the chopping waves broker course whilst it became very difficult to stand on deck at daybreak the wind began to blow hard again and the heavens seemed to predict a yell the barometer announced a speedy change the mercury rising and falling capriciously the sea also in the southeast rising long surges which indicated a tempest the sun had set the evening before in a red mist in the mist of the phosphorentin scintillations of the ocean John Bumsby long examined the threatening aspect of the heavens muttering indistinctly between his teeth at least he said in a low voice to Mr. Fogg shall I speak out to your honour of course well we are going to have a squail is the wind north or south asked Mr. Fogg quietly south look a typhoon is coming up glad it's a typhoon from the south for it will carry us forward oh if you take it that way said John Bumsby I have nothing more to say John Bumsby's suspicions were confirmed at a less advanced season of the year the typhoon according to a famous meteorologist would have passed away like a luminous cascade of electric flame but in the winter equinox it was to be feared that it would burst upon them with great violence until it took his practitions in advance he reefed all sail the pole masks were dispensed with all hands went forward two bows a single triangular sail of stone canvas was hoistened as a storm jib so as to hold the wind from behind then they waited John Bumsby had requested to go below but this imprisonment in so narrow a space with little air and the boat bouncing in the gale was far from pleasant neither Mr. Fogg fixed nor Eoda consented to leave the deck the storm of rain and wind descended upon them towards eight o'clock with but it's bit of sail the tankardier was lifted like a feather by a wind of whose violence can scarcely be given to compare her speed to four times that of a locomotive going on full steam would be below with the truth the boat scutted thus northward during the whole day born on by monstrous waves preserving always fortunately a speed equal to theirs twenty times she seemed almost to be submerged by these mountains of water which rose behind her but the adroit management of the pilot saved her the passengers were often bathed in spray but they submitted to it philosophically Fogg's cursed it no doubt but Eoda with her eyes fastened upon her protector whose coolness amazed her showing herself worthy of him bravely weathered the storm as for Philly's Fogg it seemed just as if the typhoon were part of his program up to this time the tankardier had always held her course to the north but towards evening the wind veering three quarters pour down from the northwest the boat now lying in the trough of the waves shook and rolled terribly the sea struck her with fearful violence at night the tempest increased in violence John Bumsby saw the approach of darkness and the rising of the storm with dark misgivings he thought a while and then asked his crew if it was not time to slacken speed after a consultation he approached Mr. Fogg and said I think at your honor that we should do well to make for one of the ports of the coast I think so too ah said the pilot but which one I know but one returned Mr. Fogg tranquilly and that is Shanghai the pilot at first did not seem to comprehend he could scarcely realize so much determination and tenacity then he cried well yes your honor is right Shanghai so the tankardier kept selling on her northward track the night was terrible it would be a miracle if the craft did not fonder twice it could have been all over with her if the crew had not been constantly on the watch Eoda was exhausted but did not utter a complaint more than once Mr. Fogg rushed to protect her from the violence of the waves they reappeared the tempest still raged with admirable fury but the wind now turned to the southeast it was a favorable change and the tankardier again bounced forward on the mountainous sea though the waves crossed each other and important shocks and counter shocks which would have crushed a craft less solidly built from time to time the coast was visible through the broken mists but no vessel was in sight the tankardier was alone upon the sea there was some signs of calm at noon and these became more distinct as the sun descended towards the horizon the tempest had been as brief as terrific the passengers thoroughly exhausted could now eat a little and take some repose the night was comparatively quiet some of the cells were again hoisting and the speed of the boat was very good the next morning at dawn they spied the coast and John Bumsby was able to assert that they were not 100 miles from Shanghai 100 miles and only one day to traverse them that very evening Mr. Fogg was due at Shanghai if he did not wish to miss the steamer at Yokohama had there been no storm during which several hours were lost it would be at this moment within 30 miles of their destination the wind grew decently calmer and happily the sea fell with it all cells were now hoisting and at noon the tankardier was within 45 miles of Shanghai there remained yet 6 hours in which to accomplish that distance all on board feared that it could not be done everyone Philly's Fogg no doubt accepted felt his heart beat with impatience the boat must keep up an average of 9 miles an hour and the wind was becoming calmer every moment it was a capricious breeze coming from the coast and after it passed the sea became smooth still the tankardier was so light and her fine cells caught the fickle sea friss that with the aid of the currents John Bumsby found himself at 6 o'clock not more than 10 miles from the mouth of Shanghai river Shanghai itself is situated at least 12 miles up the stream at 7 they were still 3 miles from Shanghai the pilot swore an angrioth the reward of 200 pounds was evidently on the point of escaping him he looked at Mr. Fogg Mr. Fogg was perfectly tranquil and yet his whole fortune was at this moment at stake at this moment also a long black funnel crowded with weather of smoke appeared on the edge of the watchers it was the American steamer leaving for Yokohama at the appointed time confound her cried Jack Bumsby pushing back the rudder with a despite jerk a small brass cannon stood on the forward deck of the tankardier for making signals in the fog it was loaded to the muzzle but just as the pilot was about to apply a red hot coal to the touch hole Mr. Fogg said hoist your flag the flag was run up at half mass and this being the signal of distress it was hoped that the American steamer perceiving it would change her course a little so as to sucker the pilot boat fire said Mr. Fogg and the booming of the little cannon resounded in the air end of chapter 21 this has been a TBLL3 production this is a LibriVolks recording all LibriVolks recordings are in the public domain from all information or to volunteer please visit LibriVolks.org that's LibriVolks.org around the world in 80 days by Jules Verne chapter 22 in which postpart 2 finds out that even at the antipodes it is convenient to have some money in one's pocket the Carnantic setting sail from Hong Kong on the 7th of November directed her course at full steam towards Japan she carried a large cargo and a well filled cabin of passengers two state rooms in the rear were however unoccupied those which had been engaged by Philly's Fogg the next day a passenger with a half stupefied eye staggering gate and disordered hair was seen to emerge from the second cabin and to totter to a seat on deck it was postpart 2 and what had happened to him was as follows shortly after Fogg's left the opium den two waiters had lifted the unconscious postpart 2 and had carried him to the bed reserved for the smokers pursued even in his dreams by a fixed idea the poor fellow awoke and struggled against the stupefying influence of the narcotic the thought of a duty unfulfilled shook off his torpor and he hurried from the abode of drunkenness staggering and holding himself up by keeping against the walls falling down and creeping up again and irresistibly impelled by a kind of instinct he kept crying out the Carnatic the Carnatic the steamer lay puffing alongside the quay on the point of starting with part 2 had but few steps to go and rushing upon the plank he crossed it and fell unconscious on the deck just as the Carnatic was moving off several sailors who were evidently accustomed to this sort of scene carried the poor Frenchman down into the second cabin and his part 2 did not wake until they were 150 miles away from China thus he found himself the next morning on the deck of the Carnatic and eagerly inhaling the exhilarating sea breeze the pure air sobered him he began to collect his scents which he found a difficult task but at last he recalled the events of the evening before Fick's Revelation and the Opium House it is evident said he to himself that I have been abominably drunk what will Mr. Fogg say at least I have not missed the steamer which is the most important thing then as Fick's occurred to him as for that rascal I hope we are well rid of him but he has not dared as he proposed to follow us on board the Carnatic a detective on the track of Mr. Fogg accused of robbing the bank of England Mr. Fogg is no more a robber than I am a murderer should he divulge Fick's real errand to his master would it do to tell the part the detective was playing would it not be better to wait until Mr. Fogg reached London again to report to him that an agent of the Metropolitain police had been following him around the world and have a good laugh over it no doubt at least it was worth considering the first thing to do was to find Mr. Fogg and apologize for his singular behavior his part 2 got up and proceeded as well as he could with the ruling of the steamer deck he saw no one who resembled either his master or Eoda good much heard he Eoda has not got up yet and Mr. Fogg has probably found some partners at waste he descended to the saloon Mr. Fogg was not there his part 2 had only however to ask the pursuer the number of his master's state room the pursuer replied that he did not know any passenger by the name of Fogg I beg your pardon said his part 2 he is a tall gentleman quiet and not very talkative and has with him a young lady there is no lady on board interrupted the pursuer here is a list of the passengers you may see for yourself his part 2 scanned the list but his master's name was not upon it all at once and I distract him ah am I on the Carnatic yes on the way to Yokohama certainly his part 2 had for an instant feared that he was on the wrong boat but though he was really on the Carnatic his master was not there he felt thunder struck on a seat he saw it all now he remembered that the time of selling had been changed that he should have informed his master of that fact and that he had not done so it was his fault then that Mr. Fogg and Iota had missed the steamer yes but it was still more the fault of the traitor who in order to separate him from his master and detain the latter at Hong Kong had invulged him into getting drunk he now saw the detective's trick and at this moment Mr. Fogg was certainly ruined his bet was lost and he himself perhaps arrested and imprisoned at this thought his part 2 tore his hair ah a fix ever came within his reach what a sickling of accounts there would be after his first depression his part 2 became calmer and began to study his situation it was certainly not an enviable one he found himself on the way to Japan and what should he do when he got there his pocket was empty he had not a solitary shilling not so much as a penny his passage had fortunately been paid for in advance and he had 5 or 6 days in which to decide upon his future course he fell to at mills with an appetite and ate for Mr. Fogg, Eoda and himself he helped himself as generously as if Japan were a desert where nothing Tweet was to be looked for at dawn on the 13th the Carnatic entered the port of Yokohama this is an important port of call in the pacific where all the male steamers and those carrying travelers between North America, China, Japan and the oriental islands put in it is situated in the bay of Yedo but a short distance from that second capital of the Japanese empire and the residence of the tycoon the civil emperor before the Mikado the spiritual emperor absorbed his office in his own the Carnatic anchored at the quay near the custom house in the midst of a crowd of ships bearing the flags of all nations was part to went timidly ashore on this so curious territory of the sons of the son he had nothing better to do than taking chance for his guide to wander aimlessly through the streets of Yokohama he found himself at first in a thoroughly european quarter the houses having low fronts and being adorned with verandas beneath which he coclimbs of neat peristals this quarter occupied with its streets, squares docks and warehouses all the space between the promote tree of the treaty and the river here as a Hong Kong and Calcutta were mixed crowds of all races americans and english chinese and dutchmen mostly merchants ready to buy or sell anything the frenchmen felt himself as much alone among them as if he had dropped down in the midst of patentance he had at least one resource to call on the french and english councils at Yokohama for assistance but he shrank from telling the story of his adventures intimately connected as it was with that of his master and before doing so he determined to exhaust all other means of aid as chance did not favor him in the european quarter he penetrated that inhabited by the native japanese determined if necessary to push on to Yedo the japanese quarter of Yokohama is called benten after the goddess of the sea who was worshiped on the island's roundabout there was part to be held beautiful fur and cedar growth sacred gates of a singular architecture bridges half hid in the midst of bombos and reeds cedar trees holier treats where were sheltered Buddhist priests and interminable streets were a perfect harvest of rose tinted and red cheek children who looked as if they had been cut out of japanese screens and who were playing in the midst of short legged poodles and yellowish cats might have been gathered the streets were crowded with people priests were passing in processions beating their dreary tambourines police and custom house officers with pointed hats and crusted with lac and carrying to sabres hung to their waist soldiers clad in blue cotton with white stripes wearing guns the makaidu guards in silken doubles who berks and coats of mail and numbers of military folk of all ranks for the military profession is as much respected in Japan as it is despised in China went hither and thither in groups and pairs part two saw begging frades long robbed pilgrims and simple civilians who their warped and chipped black hair big heads long busts slender legs short stature and complexions varying from copper color to a dead white but never yellow like the Chinese from whom the Japanese widely differ he did not fell to observe decurious equipages terragies and palakwines borrows supplied with cells and litters made of bamboo nor the women whom he thought not especially handsome who took little steps with their little feet where upon they were canvas shoes straw sandals and clogs of worked wood and who displayed tight looking eyes flat chests teeth fashionably blackened and gowns crossed with silken scarfs tied in an enormous knot behind an ornament which the modern Parisian ladies seem to have borrowed from the dams of Japan they are too wandered for several hours in the midst of this motley crowd looking in at the windows of the rich and curious shops the jewelry establishments glittering with quant Japanese ornaments the restaurants decked with streamers and banners the tea houses were the adorius beverage was being drunk with sake a liquor concocted from the fermentation of rice and the comfortable smoking houses where they were puffing not opium which is almost unknown in Japan but a very fine stringy tobacco he went on till he found himself in the fields in the midst of vast rice plantations there he saw dazzling camels expanding themselves with flowers which were giving forth their last colors and perfumes not on bushes but on trees and within bamboo enclosures cherry, plum, and apple trees which the Japanese cultivate rather for their blossoms than their fruits which queerly fashioned scarecrow protected from the sparrows, pigeons, ravens and other various birds on the branches of the cedars were perched large eagles amid the foliage of the weeping willows were herons solemnly standing on one leg and on every hand were crows, ducks, hawks wild birds and a multitude of cranes which the Japanese consider sacred to their minds symbolize long lives and prosperity as he was strolling along was part two espied some violets among the shrubs good said he I'll have some supper but on smelling them he found that they were a doorless no chance there thought he the worthy fellow had certainly taken good care to eat as heartily a breakfast as possible before leaving the carnatic but as he had been walking about all day the demands of hunger were becoming important he observed that the butcher stalls contained neither mutton nor pork and knowing also that it is sacrilege to kill cattle which are preserved solely for farming he made up his mind that meat was far from plentiful in Yokohama nor was he mistaken and in default of butcher's meat he could have wished for a quarter of wild boar or deer a partridge or some quails some game of fish rice the Japanese almost exclusively but he found it necessary to keep up a stout heart and to postpone the meal he craved till the following morning night came and was part two re-entered the native quarter where he wandered through the streets lit by very colored lanterns looking on at the dancers who were executing skillful steps and boundings and the astrologers who stood in the open air with their telescopes then he came to the harbor which was lit up by the raisin torches of the fisherman who were fishing from their boats the streets at last became quiet and then patrol the officers of which in their splendid customs and surrounded by their suities Pispartu thought seemed like ambassadors succeeded the bustling crowd each time a company passed Pispartu chuckled and said to himself good another Japanese embassy departing for Europe end of chapter 22 this has been a tvol3 production this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org that's L-I-B-R-I-V-O-X.org around the world in 80 days by Jules Verne chapter 23 in which Pispartu's nose becomes outrageously long the next morning poor jaded, famished Pispartu said to himself that he must get something to eat at all hazards and the sooner he did so the better he might indeed sell his watch but he would have starved first now or never he must use the strong if not melodious voice which nature had bestowed upon him he knew several French and English songs and resolved to try them upon the Japanese who must be lovers of music since they were forever pounding on their symbols, tom-toms and tambourines and could not but appreciate European talent it was perhaps rather early in the morning to get up a concert and the audience prematurely aroused from their slumbers might not possibly pay their entertainer with coin-bearing the Mikaru's features Pispartu therefore decided to wait several hours and as he was centering along it occurred to him that he would seem rather too well dressed for a wandering artist the idea struck him to change his garments for it closed more in harmony with his project by which he might also get a little money to satisfy the immediate cravings of hunger the resolution taken it remained to carry it out it was only after a long search that Pispartu discovered a native dealer in old clothes to whom he applied for an exchange the man liked the European costume and air-long Pispartu issued from his shop a countered in an old Japanese coat and a sort of one-sided turban faded with long use a few small pieces of silver more ever jingled in his pocket good, thought he I will imagine I am at the carnival his first care after being thus Japanese was to enter a tea house of modest appearance and upon half a bird and a little rice to breakfast like a man for dinner was as yet a problem to be solved now, thought he, when he had eaten hardly I mustn't lose my head I can't sell this costume again for one still more Japanese I must consider how to leave this country of the sun of which I shall not retain the most delightful of memories as quickly as possible it occurred to him to visit the steamers which were about to leave for America he would offer himself as a cook or servant in payment of his passage and meals once at San Francisco he would find some means of going on the difficulty was had to traverse the 4,700 miles of the Pacific which lay between Japan and the New World his part two was not the man to let an idea go begging and directed his steps towards the docks but as he approached them his project which at first had seemed so simple began to grow more and more formidable what need would they have of a cook or a servant on an American steamer and what confidence would they put in him dressed as he was what references could he give while he was reflecting in this wise he saw his fellow upon an immense placard which a sort of clown was carrying throughout the streets this placard which was in English Arabatic Japanese Trappu Honorable William Betikar Propeter last representations prior to their departure to the United States of the long noses long noses under the direct patronage of the god Tingu great attraction the United States said his part two he followed the clown and soon found himself once more in the Japanese Quarter a quarter of an hour later he stopped before a large cabin adorned with several clusters of steamers the exterior walls of which were designed to represent in violent collars and without perspective a company of jugglers this was the Honorable William Betikar's establishment the gentleman was sort of barman the director of a trape of mountain banks jugglers, clowns acrobats equilibrists and gymnasts who accolting to the placard was given his last performances before leaving the empire of the sun for the states of the union his part two entered and asked for Mr. Betikar who straight away appeared in person what do you want said he to his part two whom at first took as a native would you like a servant sir a servant cried Mr. Betikar caressing the thick grey beard which hung from his chin I already have two who are obedient and faithful have never left me and serve me for their nourishment and here they are added he holding out his two robust arms furrowed with veins as long as the strings of a bass vile so I can be of no use to you none the devil I should so like to cross the pacific with you ah said the Honorable Mr. Betikar you are no more a Japanese than I am a monkey who are you dressed up in that way a man dresses as he can that's true you are a Frenchman aren't you yes a Parisian of Paris then you ought to know how to make grimaces why replied his part two a little vex that his nationality should cause this question we Frenchmen know how to make grimaces it is true but not any better than Americans do true well if I can't take you as a servant I can as a clown you see my friend in France they exhibit foreign clowns and in foreign parts of French clowns ah you are pretty strong a especially after a good meal and you can sing yes return to part two who had formally been want to sing in the streets but can you sing standing on your head with a top spinning on your left foot and a sabre balanced on your right huh I think so replied his part two recalling the exercises of his younger days well that's enough said the Honorable William Betikar engagement was concluded there and then his part two had at least found something to do he was engaged to act in the celebrated Japanese trophy it was not a very dignified possession but within a week he would be on his way to San Francisco the performance so noisily announced but the Honorable Mr. Betikar was to commence at three o'clock and soon the deafening instruments of a Japanese orchestra resounded at the door his part two though he had not been able to study or rehearse a part was designated to lend the aid of his sturdy shoulders in the great exhibition of the human pyramid executed by the long noses of the god Tingu this great attraction was to close the performance before three o'clock the large shed was invaded by the spectators comprising Europeans and natives Chinese and Japanese men, women and children who precipitated themselves upon the narrow benches and into the boxes opposite the stage the musicians took up a position inside and were vigorously performing on their gongs, tomtons flutes, bones, tambourines and immense drums the performance was much like acrobatic displays but it must be confessed that the Japanese are the first equilibrists in the world one with the fan and some bits of paper performed the graceful trick of the butterflies and the flowers another traced in the air with the adorious smoke of his pipe a series of blue words which composed a compliment to the audience while a third juggled with some lighted candles which he extinguished successfully as they passed his lips quickly again without interrupting for an instant his juggling another reproduced the most singular combinations with a spinning top in his hands the revolving tops seem to be animated with a life of their own in their interminable whirling they ran over pipe stems and edges of sabres, wires and even hairs of the stage they turned around on the edges of large glasses corrosed bamboo ladders disbarced into all the corners and produced strange musical effects by the combination of their various pitches of tone the jugglers tossed them in the air through them like shuttle cocks with wooden battle doors and yet they kept on spinning they put them into their pockets and took them out still whirling as before it was useless to describe the astonishing performance of the acrobats and gymnasts the turning on the ladders poles, balls, barrels and was executed with wonderful precision but the principal attraction was the exhibitation of the long noses a show to which Europe has yet a stranger the long noses form a peculiar company under the direct patronage of the god Tingu attired after the fashion of the middle ages they bore up their shoulders a splendid pair of wings but what especially distinguished them was their long noses which were fastened to their faces and these uses which they made of them these noses were made of bamboo and were 5, 6 and even 10 feet long some straight and others curved some ribbon and some having imitation warts upon them it was upon these appendages fixed tightly on their real noses that they performed their gymnastic exercises a dozen of these sectaries of Tingu lay flat upon their backs whilst others dressed to represent lightning rods came and froliced on their noses jumping from one to another and performing the most skillful of leaping and somersaults as the last scene a human pyramid had been announced in which 50 long noses were to represent the car of Jagermuth but instead of forming a period of mounting each others' shoulders the artist were to group themselves upon the noses it happened that the performer who had hitherto formed the base of the car had quitted the trape and as to fill this part the strength and adoriteness were necessary because part two had been chosen to take his place the poor fellow really felt sad when Melancholy remnants of his youth he domed his costume adorning with very colored wings and fastened to his natural feature a false nose six feet long but he cheered up when he thought that this nose was winning him something to eat he went upon the stage and took his place beside the rest who were to compose the base of the car of Jagermuth they all stretched themselves on the floor their noses pointing to the ceiling a second group of artists disposed themselves on these long appendages then a third above these then a fourth until a human mountain reaching to the very cornices of the theater soon arose on top of the noses this allocated loud applause in the midst of which the orchestra was just stricking up a deafening air when the pyramid tottered the balance was lost one of the lower noses vanished from the pyramid and the human mountain was shattered like a castle built of cards it was Puspartu's fault abandoning his position clearing the foot light without aid of his wings and clambering up to the right hand gallery he fell at the feet of one of the spectators crying ah my master my master you hear myself very well Mr. Fogg, Eoda, and Puspartu passed through the lobby of the theater to the outside where they encountered the honorable Mr. Buttlecar furious with rage he demanded damages for the breakage of the pyramid and Philly's Fogg appeased him by giving him a handful of banknotes at half past six the owner of departure Mr. Fogg and Eoda followed by Puspartu who in his hurry had retained his wings and nose six feet long stepped upon the American steamer end of chapter 23 this has been a TBLF3 production this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information if you are a volunteer please visit LibriVox.org that's LibriVox.org Around the world in 80 days by Jules Verne Chapter 24 during which Mr. Fogg and Pardi crossed the Pacific Ocean what happened when the pilot boat came in sight of Shanghai will be easily guessed the signals made by the Tancadir had been seen by the captain of the Okahama steamer who, aspiring the flag at half mass had directed his course towards the little craft Philly's Fogg after paying the stipulated price of his passage to John Busby and rewarding that worthy with the additional sum of 550 pounds ascended the steamer with Eoda and Fix and they started at once for Nagasaki and Yokahama they reached their destination on the morning of the 14th of November Philly's Fogg lost no time in going on board the Carnatic where he learned to Eoda's great delight and perhaps to his own though he betrayed no emotion that Puspart II, a Frenchman had really arrived on her the day before the San Francisco steamer was announced to leave that very evening and it became necessary to find Puspart II if possible without delay Mr. Fogg applied in vain to the French and English councils and after wandering through the streets a long time began to despair of finding his missing servant chance or perhaps a kind of presentiment at last let him into the honorable Mr. Bottle Carr's theater he certainly would not have recognized Puspart II in the eccentric mountain bank's custom but the latter lying on his back perceived his master in gallery that helped starting which so changed the position of his nose as to bring the pyramid palmel upon the stage all this Puspart II learned from Eoda who recounted to him what had taken place on the voyage from Hong Kong to Shanghai on the tank of deer and company with one Mr. Fogg's Puspart II did not change countenance on hearing his name he thought that the time had not yet arrived to divulge to his master what had taken place between the detective and himself and in the account he gave of his absence he simply excused himself from having been overtaken by drunkenness in smoke opium at a tavern in Hong Kong Mr. Fogg heard this narrative coldly without a word and then furnished his man with funds necessary to obtain clothing more in harmony with his position within an hour the Frenchman had cut off his nose and parted with his wings and retained nothing about him which are called the Sectary of the God Tingu the steamer which was about to depart from Yokohama to San Francisco belonged to the Pacific Mail Steamship Company and was named the General Grant he was a large paddle wheel steamer of 2,500 tons well equipped and very fast the massive walking beam rose and fell above the deck at one end a piston rod worked up and down and at the other was a connecting rod in changing the rectangular motion to a circular one was directly connected with the shaft of the paddles the general grant was rigged with three masts giving a large capacity for sales and thus materially aiding the steam power by making 12 miles an hour she would cross the ocean in 21 days Philly's Fogg was therefore hoping that he would reach San Francisco by 2nd of December New York by the 11th and London on the 20th thus gaining several hours on the fatal date of the 21st of December there was a full complement of passengers on board among the English many Americans a large number of Coolies on their way to California and several East Indian officers were spending their vacation in making the tour of the world nothing of moment happened on the voyage the steamer sustained on its paddles rolled but little and the Pacific almost justified its name Mr. Fogg was as calm and tech turn as ever his young companion felt herself more and more attached to him by other ties his silent but generous nature impressed her more than she thought and it was almost unconsciously that she yielded to emotions which did not seem to have the least effect upon her protector Eoda took the keenest interest in his plans and became impatient at any incident which seemed likely to retard his journey she often chatted with Pispartu who did not fell to receive the state of the ladies heart and being the most faithful of domestic he never exhausted his allergies of Phileas Fogg's honesty generosity and devotion he took pains to calm Eoda's doubts of successful termination of the journey telling her that the most difficult part of it had passed that now they were beyond the fantastic countries of Japan and China and were fairly on their way to civilized places again a railway train from San Francisco to New York and a transatlantic steamer from New York to Liverpool would doubtless bring them to the end of this journey around the world within the period agreed upon on the ninth day after leaving Yokohama Phileas Fogg had traversed exactly one half of the terrestrial globe the general grant passed on the 23rd of November and the 180th meridian and was at the very antipodes of London Mr. Fogg had it is true exhausted 52 of the 80 days in which he was to complete the tour and there were only 28 left but though he was only halfway by the difference of meridians he had really gone over two thirds of the whole journey for he had been obliged to make long circuits from London to Aden from Aden to Bombay from Calcutta to Singapore and from Singapore to Yokohama could he have followed without deviation the 15th parallel which is that of London the whole distance would only have been about 12,000 miles whereas he would be forced by the irregular methods of locomotion to traverse 26,000 of which he had on the 23rd of November accomplished 17,500 and now the course was a great one and Fogg's was no longer there to put obstacles in their way it happened also on the 23rd of November that Puspar 2 made a joyful discovery it will be remembered that the obstinate fellow had insisted on keeping his famous family watch at London time and on regarding that of the countries he had passed through as quite false and unreliable now on this day though he had not changed the hands he found that his watch exactly agreed with the ship's chronometers his triumphant was hilarious he would have liked to know what Fogg's would say if he were aboard the robe told me a lot of stories repeated Puspar 2 about the meridians the sun and the moon moon indeed, moonish more like if one listened to that sort of a pretty sort of time one would keep I was sure that the sun would someday regulate itself by my watch Puspar 2 was ignorant that if the face of his watch had been divided into 24 hours like the Italian clocks he would have no reason for exhalation for the hands of his watch would then instead of as now indicating 9 o'clock in the morning that is the 21st hour after midnight precisely the difference between London time and that of the 100 and 80th meridian but if Fogg had been able to explain this purely physical effect Puspar 2 would not have admitted even if he had comprehended it moreover if the detective had been onboard at that moment Puspar 2 would have joined issue with him on a quite different subject and in an entirely different manner where was fixed at that moment he was actually onboard the general grant on reaching Yokohama the detective leaving Mr. Fogg whom he expected to meet again during the day he repaired at once to the English consulate where Fogg at last found the warrant of arrest it had followed him from Bombay and had come by the Carnatic on which steamer he himself was supposed to be fix his disappointment maybe imagined when he reflected that the warrant was now useless Mr. Fogg had left English ground and it was now necessary to procure his extradition well thought fix after a moment of anger my warrant is not good here but it will be in England the rogue eventually intends to return to his own country thinking he has thrown the police off his track good I will follow him across the Atlantic as for the money heaven grant there may be some left but the fellow has already spent in traveling rewards trails, bale, elephants and all sorts of charges more than 5000 pounds yet after all the bank is rich his course decided on he went on board the general grant he was there when Mr. Fogg and Eoda arrived to his utter amazement he recognized his part 2 despite his theatrical disguise he quickly concealed himself in his cabin to avoid an awkward explanation and hoped thanks to the number of passengers to remain unperceived by Mr. Fogg's serend on that very day however he meant post part 2 face to face on the forward deck the latter without a word made a rush for him grasped him by the throat and much to the amusement of the group of Americans who immediately began to bet on him administered to the detective a perfect volley of blows which proved the great superiority of French over English pugilistic skill when post part 2 had finished he found himself relieved and comforted Fogg's got up in a somewhat rumbled condition and looked at his adversary coldly said have you done for this time yes then let me have a word with you Mr. Fogg's seemed to be vanquished by Fix's coolness for he quietly followed him and they sat down aside from the rest of the passengers you have given me a thrashing said fix good I expected it now listen to me up to this time I have been Mr. Fogg's adversary I'm now in his game ah cried post part 2 you are convinced he is an honest man replied fix coldly I think him a rascal don't budge and let me speak as long as Mr. Fogg was on English ground it was for my interest to detain him there until my warrant of arrest arrived I did everything I could to keep him back I sent the Bombay after him I got you intoxicated at Hong Kong I separated you from him I made him miss the Oklahoma steamer was part 2 listened with closed fist now Mr. Fogg seems to be going back to England well I will follow him there but hereafter I will do as much to keep obstacles out of his way as I have done up to this time to put them in his path I've changed my game you see and simply because it was for my interest to change it it was the same as mine for it is only in England that you will assert in whether you are in the service of a criminal or an honest man Mr. Fogg listened very attentive to Fogg and was convinced that he spoke with entire good faith are we friends as the detective friends no replied Mr. Fogg but allies perhaps at the least sign of treason however you agreed said the detective quietly 11 days later on the 3rd of December the general grant entered the bay of the golden gate and reached San Francisco Mr. Fogg had neither gained nor lost a single day end of chapter 24 this has been a TBOL3 production


Next question is from Mama Penguin. What are the pros and cons of the Touch and Go deadlift versus the reset deadlift? I like this question right now.  Oh, yeah. And they're both experienced lifters, but they never really, both female clients, and they've lifted for a very long time, but never really got into deadlifting, and they're fans of the show, and they're like, I want to get better at it. So I have them send me videos, and I make cues and critiques. And one of the things that everybody kind of just has a natural tendency to do is the Touch and Go method, which is a normal cadence or tempo of a movement like anything else. But I love to teach the reset completely and do, like, so if you're doing five to eight reps, doesn't matter how many reps, is you lift it or you get in position and get everything tight, tense. You lift one time, you set down completely reset. Even sometimes I'll have the client step away from the bar then step back up to it. And really what we're doing is we're just, we're practicing. It's like a baseball player who's getting ready to go up to the mound, right? And he's getting ready to hit almost every professional baseball player. You'll see before he goes to swing the bat has this weird ritual. Some of them straighten their wristband, they touch their hat. They hit their bat three times. Hit their feet and knock the dirt off. Yeah, and if you don't understand the importance of that, you might think it's kind of silly, but you're training the brain to get into this perfect form and mechanics and it's a ritual. And so I like to reset every deadlift to reset that ritual so it trains the body to be in that perfect position versus getting under it and you just start to get into this Touch and Go where what I see happens with Touch and Go is the breakdown of form. So to me this is the pros of doing single and almost anybody that I'm teaching deadlifts, this is how I want you to lift.  If you're an advanced lifter, you've got great mechanics for deadlifting, nothing wrong with doing a Touch and Go, but that is the only person who I am recommending that to.  You can get out more repetitions typically. Here's the challenge with it, maintaining really good form. Deadlifts are very technical and it's one of those exercises that's very safe, but if your form breaks down a little bit, it starts to become risky very quickly. Not all exercises are like this. Some exercises you can get real loose and your risk factor is not that high. Deadlifts aren't like that. Your form starts to go off, it starts to become very risky. Now here's why, one of the other reasons why it's difficult with Touch and Go. Touch and Go is hitting the floor. There's almost no other exercise that does that. Like if I go up and down with the squat, I'm not banging the weights on the squat rack. I'm going down to the bottom. It's my body that stops the weight and then I go all the way up. When you're doing Touch and Go, it's the floor that stops the body. You bring down the weight, you're banging it. This really can mess up people's form. So yeah, if you're advanced, you've got really, really good stable body. And I never, I do Touch and Go sometimes. I never do Touch and Go with a weight that's heavy. It's always one that's not heavy. That's a little bit challenging, but not super challenging. If I'm going to do stop, pause, deadlift like a normal way, I might go 415, 455, maybe even 500 if I'm real strong. Touch and Go, I rarely go above 315. For me, 315 is not heavy. And I know I can stay tight, tap the floor and come up. Yeah, I like to, I actually like Touch and Go is where I like to add bands over and go through some of those like explosive reps and do that, but definitely with light weight.  And so this is like something to consider. It definitely is going to affect, you know, your form in performing this. So I'm totally with you guys. It's one of those things that I don't have like your average person do. Like you definitely have to be pretty versed in the lift itself to be able to adjust based off of all these different factors you're going to get hit with. Because, you know, when the weight hits the ground, it's going to shift your weight left to right. There's going to be instances where your body's going to need to react to that and be able to stabilize properly. So if you don't have that established ahead of time, it could be detrimental. I really feel like this wasn't even a thing until CrossFit. I know, I think of that too. I don't remember anybody really doing Touch and Go deadlifts before CrossFit. Because you have the same thing with cleans, which drives me crazy. Watching people do cleans back to back to back to back. Bodybuilders, bodybuilders, if when they deadlift, which is very often, they would do a Touch and Go because it's more of a... Really?  But it wasn't very popular. I don't know very many bodybuilders that would deadlift in their routine. But the ones that did, oftentimes they would do this Touch and Go where they're kind of squeezing the lats. I can't picture one of them doing it. I know Ronnie Coleman did some Touch and Go. Of course, great example of the risk. Obviously, the dude's, you know, not like he used to be. There were other bodybuilders. I can't think off the top of my head. Some of their names. Okay, so Ronnie Coleman, have you ever seen... His Touch and Go is not like the Touch and Go I'm thinking about right now. His Touch and Go look like a very smooth... So his, what video is that? I'm trying to think of his one of his videos. What do you think, when he was pulling 800 pounds? Yes, yeah. And he would do his Touch and Go leading up to that big 800 set and it's not bouncing off the floor. I mean, he's lifting 600 pounds controlled for three to five reps. When you do a Touch and Go, don't bounce the weight off the floor. Touch it and come up and be careful because if one side touches before the other one, you're going to get a little bit of a shift and that's when problems happen. And that's why I bring that up because when I think of Touch and Go, someone queuing that, this is a Touch and Go deadlift, like they bounce. I mean, and that's what you see a lot with CrossFitters. CrossFit did that, yeah. It's really, really common to see him bouncing it off the floor. Well, they bastardize all kinds of exercises. Thanks, CrossFit.