of his bouncing
seem to be
order to shorten the journey, the guide passed to the left of the line
where the railway was still in process of being built. This line, owing
to the capricious turnings of the Vindhia Mountains, did not pursue a straight
course. The Parsee, who was quite familiar with the roads and paths in
the district, declared that they would gain twenty miles by striking directly
through the forest.
Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty, plunged to the neck in the peculiar howdahs
provided for them, were horribly jostled by the swift trotting of the elephant,
spurred on as he was by the skilful Parsee; but they endured the discomfort
with true British phlegm, talking little, and scarcely able to catch a
glimpse of each other. As for Passepartout, who was mounted on the beast's
back, and received the direct force of each concussion as he trod along,
he was very careful, in accordance with his master's advice, to keep his
tongue from between his teeth, as it would otherwise have been bitten off
short. The worthy fellow bounced from the elephant's neck to his rump,
and vaulted like a clown on a spring-board; yet he laughed in the midst
of his bouncing, and from time to time took a piece of sugar out of his
pocket, and inserted it in Kiouni's trunk, who received it without in the
least slackening his regular trot.
two hours the guide stopped the elephant, and gave him an hour for rest,
during which Kiouni, after quenching his thirst at a neighbouring spring,
set to devouring the branches and shrubs round about him. Neither Sir Francis
nor Mr. Fogg regretted the delay, and both descended with a feeling of
relief. "Why, he's made of iron!" exclaimed the general, gazing admiringly
iron," replied Passepartout, as he set about preparing a hasty breakfast.
the Parsee gave the signal of departure. The country soon presented a very
savage aspect. Copses of dates and dwarf-palms succeeded the dense forests;
then vast, dry plains, dotted with scanty shrubs, and sown with great blocks
of syenite. All this portion of Bundelcund, which is little frequented
by travellers, is inhabited by a fanatical population, hardened in the
most horrible practices of the Hindoo faith. The English have not been
able to secure complete dominion over this territory, which is subjected
to the influence of rajahs, whom it is almost impossible to reach in their
inaccessible mountain fastnesses. The travellers several times saw bands
of ferocious Indians, who, when they perceived the elephant striding across-country,
made angry arid threatening motions. The Parsee avoided them as much as
possible. Few animals were observed on the route; even the monkeys hurried
from their path with contortions and grimaces which convulsed Passepartout
midst of his gaiety, however, one thought troubled the worthy servant.
What would Mr. Fogg do with the elephant when he got to Allahabad? Would
he carry him on with him? Impossible! The cost of transporting him would
make him ruinously expensive. Would he sell him, or set him free? The estimable
beast certainly deserved some consideration. Should Mr. Fogg choose to
make him, Passepartout, a present of Kiouni, he would be very much embarrassed;
and these thoughts did not cease worrying him for a long time.
chain of the Vindhias was crossed by eight in the evening, and another
halt was made on the northern slope, in a ruined bungalow. They had gone
nearly twenty-five miles that day, and an equal distance still separated
them from the station of Allahabad.
was cold. The Parsee lit a fire in the bungalow with a few dry branches,
and the warmth was very grateful, provisions purchased at Kholby sufficed
for supper, and the travellers ate ravenously. The conversation, beginning
with a few disconnected phrases, soon gave place to loud and steady snores.
The guide watched Kiouni, who slept standing, bolstering himself against
the trunk of a large tree. Nothing occurred during the night to disturb
the slumberers, although occasional growls front panthers and chatterings
of monkeys broke the silence; the more formidable beasts made no cries
or hostile demonstration against the occupants of the bungalow. Sir Francis
slept heavily, like an honest soldier overcome with fatigue. Passepartout
was wrapped in uneasy dreams of the bouncing of the day before. As for
Mr. Fogg, he slumbered as peacefully as if he had been in his serene mansion
in Saville Row.
was resumed at six in the morning; the guide hoped to reach Allahabad by
evening. In that case, Mr. Fogg would only lose a part of the forty-eight
hours saved since the beginning of the tour. Kiouni, resuming his rapid
gait, soon descended the lower spurs of the Vindhias, and towards noon
they passed by the village of Kallenger, on the Cani, one of the branches
of the Ganges. The guide avoided inhabited places, thinking it safer to
keep the open country, which lies along the first depressions of the basin
of the great river. Allahabad was now only twelve miles to the north-east.
They stopped under a clump of bananas, the fruit of which, as healthy as
bread and as succulent as cream, was amply partaken of and appreciated.
o'clock the guide entered a thick forest which extended several miles;
he preferred to travel under cover of the woods. They had not as yet had
any unpleasant encounters, and the journey seemed on the point of being
successfully accomplished, when the elephant, becoming restless, suddenly
then four o'clock.
the matter?" asked Sir Francis, putting out his head.
know, officer," replied the Parsee, listening attentively to a confused
murmur which came through the thick branches.
soon became more distinct; it now seemed like a distant concert of human
voices accompanied by brass instruments. Passepartout was all eyes and
ears. Mr. Fogg patiently waited without a word. The Parsee jumped to the
ground, fastened the elephant to a tree, and plunged into the thicket.
He soon returned, saying:
of Brahmins is coming this way. We must prevent their seeing us, if possible."
unloosed the elephant and led him into a thicket, at the same time asking
the travellers not to stir. He held himself ready to bestride the animal
at a moment's notice, should flight become necessary; but he evidently
thought that the procession of the faithful would pass without perceiving
them amid the thick foliage, in which they were wholly concealed.
tones of the voices and instruments drew nearer, and now droning songs
mingled with the sound of the tambourines and cymbals. The head of the
procession soon appeared beneath the trees, a hundred paces away; and the
strange figures who performed the religious ceremony were easily distinguished
through the branches. First came the priests, with mitres on their heads,
and clothed in long lace robes. They were surrounded by men, women, and
children, who sang a kind of lugubrious psalm, interrupted at regular intervals
by the tambourines and cymbals; while behind them was drawn a car with
large wheels, the spokes of which represented serpents entwined with each
other. Upon the car, which was drawn by four richly caparisoned zebus,
stood a hideous statue with four arms, the body coloured a dull red, with
haggard eyes, dishevelled hair, protruding tongue, and lips tinted with
betel. It stood upright upon the figure of a prostrate and headless giant.
recognising the statue, whispered, "The goddess Kali; the goddess of love
perhaps," muttered back Passepartout, "but of love— that ugly old hag?
made a motion to keep silence.
of old fakirs were capering and making a wild ado round the statue; these
were striped with ochre, and covered with cuts whence their blood issued
drop by drop—stupid fanatics, who, in the great Indian ceremonies, still
throw themselves under the wheels of Juggernaut. Some Brahmins, clad in
all the sumptuousness of Oriental apparel, and leading a woman who faltered
at every step, followed. This woman was young, and as fair as a European.
Her head and neck, shoulders, ears, arms, hands, and toes were loaded down
with jewels and gems with bracelets, earrings, and rings; while a tunic
bordered with gold, and covered with a light muslin robe, betrayed the
outline of her form.
who followed the young woman presented a violent contrast to her, armed
as they were with naked sabres hung at their waists, and long damascened
pistols, and bearing a corpse on a palanquin. It was the body of an old
man, gorgeously arrayed in the habiliments of a rajah, wearing, as in life,
a turban embroidered with pearls, a robe of tissue of silk and gold, a
scarf of cashmere sewed with diamonds, and the magnificent weapons of a
Hindoo prince. Next came the musicians and a rearguard of capering fakirs,
whose cries sometimes drowned the noise of the instruments; these closed
watched the procession with a sad countenance, and, turning to the guide,
said, "A suttee."
nodded, and put his finger to his lips. The procession slowly wound under
the trees, and soon its last ranks disappeared in the depths of the wood.
The songs gradually died away; occasionally cries were heard in the distance,
until at last all was silence again.
Fogg had heard what Sir Francis said, and, as soon as the procession had
disappeared, asked: "What is a suttee?"
returned the general, "is a human sacrifice, but a voluntary one. The woman
you have just seen will be burned to-morrow at the dawn of day."
scoundrels!" cried Passepartout, who could not repress his indignation.
corpse?" asked Mr. Fogg.
of the prince, her husband," said the guide; "an independent rajah of Bundelcund."
possible," resumed Phileas Fogg, his voice betraying not the least emotion,
"that these barbarous customs still exist in India, and that the English
have been unable to put a stop to them?"
sacrifices do not occur in the larger portion of India," replied Sir Francis;
"but we have no power over these savage territories, and especially here
in Bundelcund. The whole district north of the Vindhias is the theatre
of incessant murders and pillage."
poor wretch!" exclaimed Passepartout, "to be burned alive!"
returned Sir Francis, "burned alive. And, if she were not, you cannot conceive
what treatment she would be obliged to submit to from her relatives. They
would shave off her hair, feed her on a scanty allowance of rice, treat
her with contempt; she would be looked upon as an unclean creature, and
would die in some corner, like a scurvy dog. The prospect of so frightful
an existence drives these poor creatures to the sacrifice much more than
love or religious fanaticism. Sometimes, however, the sacrifice is really
voluntary, and it requires the active interference of the Government to
prevent it. Several years ago, when I was living at Bombay, a young widow
asked permission of the governor to be burned along with her husband's
body; but, as you may imagine, he refused. The woman left the town, took
refuge with an independent rajah, and there carried out her self-devoted
Sir Francis was speaking, the guide shook his head several times, and now
said: "The sacrifice which will take place to-morrow at dawn is not a voluntary
knows about this affair in Bundelcund."
wretched creature did not seem to be making any resistance," observed Sir
was because they had intoxicated her with fumes of hemp and opium."
are they taking her?"
pagoda of Pillaji, two miles from here; she will pass the night there."
sacrifice will take place—"
at the first light of dawn."
now led the elephant out of the thicket, and leaped upon his neck. Just
at the moment that he was about to urge Kiouni forward with a peculiar
whistle, Mr. Fogg stopped him, and, turning to Sir Francis Cromarty, said,
"Suppose we save this woman."
the woman, Mr. Fogg!"
yet twelve hours to spare; I can devote them to that."
you are a man of heart!"
replied Phileas Fogg, quietly; "when I have the time."