like a feather
voyage of eight hundred miles was a perilous venture on a craft of
twenty tons, and at that 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.
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 Bunsby believed in the Tankadere, which rode on
the waves like a seagull; and perhaps he was not wrong.
the day they passed through the capricious channels of Hong Kong, and the
Tankadere, impelled by favourable winds, conducted herself admirably.
not need, pilot," said Phileas Fogg, when they got into the open sea, "to
advise you to use all possible speed."
me, your honour. We are carrying all the sail the wind will let us. The
poles would add nothing, and are only used when we are going into port."
trade, not mine, pilot, and I confide in you."
Fogg, with body erect and legs wide apart, standing like a sailor, gazed
without staggering at the swelling waters. The young woman, who was seated
aft, was profoundly affected as she looked out upon the ocean, darkening
now with the twilight, on which she had ventured in so frail a vessel.
Above her head rustled the white sails, which seemed like great white wings.
The boat, carried forward by the wind, seemed to be flying in the air.
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.
had hung out his lights, which was very necessary in these 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
in the bow, gave himself up to meditation. He kept apart from his fellow-travellers,
knowing Mr. Fogg's taciturn tastes; besides, he did not quite like to talk
to the man whose favours he had accepted. He was thinking, too, of the
future. It seemed certain that Fogg would not stop at Yokohama, but would
at once take the boat for San Francisco; and the vast extent of America
would ensure him impunity and safety. Fogg's plan appeared to him the simplest
in the world. Instead of sailing 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 fulfil it to the end. At all events, there was one thing
to be thankful for; Passepartout was not with his master; and it was above
all important, after the confidences Fix had imparted to him, that the
servant should never have speech with his master.
Fogg was also thinking of Passepartout, 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 Aouda'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.
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 craft remain rigged as before. The Tankadere bore sail admirably, as
she drew a great deal of water, and everything was prepared for high speed
in case of a gale.
and Aouda descended into the cabin at midnight, having been already preceded
by Fix, who had lain down on one of the cots. The pilot and crew remained
on deck all night.
the next day, which was 8th November, the boat had made more than one hundred
miles. The log indicated a mean speed of between eight and nine miles.
The Tankadere still carried all sail, and was accomplishing her greatest
capacity of speed. If the wind held as it was, the chances would be in
her favour. During the day she kept along the coast, where the currents
were favourable; the coast, irregular in profile, and visible sometimes
across the clearings, was at most five miles distant. The sea was less
boisterous, since the wind came off land—a fortunate circumstance for the
boat, which would suffer, owing to its small tonnage, by a heavy surge
on the sea.
subsided a little towards noon, and set in from the south-west. The pilot
put up his poles, but took them down again within two hours, as the wind
freshened up anew.
and Aouda, happily unaffected by the roughness of the sea, ate with a good
appetite, Fix being invited to share their repast, which he accepted with
secret chagrin. 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.
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—"
not speak of that, sir," replied Mr. Fogg.
if I insist—"
repeated Mr. Fogg, in a tone which did not admit of a reply. "This enters
into my general expenses."
he bowed, had a stifled feeling, and, going forward, where he ensconced
himself, did not open his mouth for the rest of the day.
they were progressing famously, and John Bunsby was in high hope. He several
times assured Mr. Fogg that they would reach Shanghai in time; to which
that gentleman responded that he counted 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 sail which was not vigorously hoisted; not
a lurch could be charged to the man at the helm. They worked as desperately
as if they were contesting in a Royal yacht regatta.
the log showed that two hundred and twenty 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.
entered the Straits of Fo-Kien, which separate the island of Formosa from
the Chinese coast, in the small hours of the night, and crossed the Tropic
of Cancer. The sea was very rough in the straits, full of eddies formed
by the counter-currents, and the chopping waves broke her course, whilst
it became very difficult to stand on deck.
the wind began to blow hard again, and the heavens seemed to predict a
gale. The barometer announced a speedy change, the mercury rising and falling
capriciously; the sea also, in the south-east, raised long surges which
indicated a tempest. The sun had set the evening before in a red mist,
in the midst of the phosphorescent scintillations of the ocean.
long examined the threatening aspect of the heavens, muttering indistinctly
between his teeth. At last he said in a low voice to Mr. Fogg, "Shall I
speak out to your honour?"
we are going to have a squall."
wind north or south?" asked Mr. Fogg quietly.
Look! a typhoon is coming up."
it's a typhoon from the south, for it will carry us forward."
you take it that way," said John Bunsby, "I've nothing more to say." John
Bunsby'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.
took his precautions in advance. He reefed all sail, the pole-masts were
dispensed with; all hands went forward to the bows. A single triangular
sail, of strong canvas, was hoisted as a storm-jib, so as to hold the wind
from behind. Then they waited.
had requested his passengers 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, Fix, nor Aouda consented to leave the deck.
of rain and wind descended upon them towards eight o'clock. With but its
bit of sail, the Tankadere was lifted like a feather by a wind, an idea
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 the truth.
scudded thus northward during the whole day, borne 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. Fix cursed
it, no doubt; but Aouda, with her eyes fastened upon her protector, whose
coolness amazed her, showed herself worthy of him, and bravely weathered
the storm. As for Phileas Fogg, it seemed just as if the typhoon were a
part of his programme.
this time the Tankadere had always held her course to the north; but towards
evening the wind, veering three quarters, bore down from the north-west.
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 Bunsby saw the approach of darkness and the rising of
the storm with dark misgivings. He thought awhile, and then asked his crew
if it was not time to slacken speed. After a consultation he approached
Mr. Fogg, and said, "I think, your honour, that we should do well to make
for one of the ports on the coast."
said the pilot. "But which one?"
of but one," returned Mr. Fogg tranquilly.
at first, did not seem to comprehend; he could scarcely realise so much
determination and tenacity. Then he cried, "Well—yes! Your honour is right.
Tankadere kept steadily on her northward track.
was really terrible; it would be a miracle if the craft did not founder.
Twice it could have been all over with her if the crew had not been constantly
on the watch. Aouda was exhausted, but did not utter a complaint. More
than once Mr. Fogg rushed to protect her from the violence of the waves.
The tempest still raged with undiminished fury; but the wind now returned
to the south-east. It was a favourable change, and the Tankadere again
bounded forward on this mountainous sea, though the waves crossed each
other, and imparted shocks and counter-shocks which would have crushed
a craft less solidly built. From time to time the coast was visible through
the broken mist, but no vessel was in sight. The Tankadere was alone upon
were some signs of a calm at noon, and these became more distinct as the
sun descended toward the horizon. The tempest had been as brief as terrific.
The passengers, thoroughly exhausted, could now eat a little, and take
was comparatively quiet. Some of the sails were again hoisted, and the
speed of the boat was very good. The next morning at dawn they espied the
coast, and John Bunsby was able to assert that they were not one hundred
miles from Shanghai. A hundred 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 to Yokohama. Had there been no storm, during which several
hours were lost, they would be at this moment within thirty miles of their
grew decidedly calmer, and happily the sea fell with it. All sails were
now hoisted, and at noon the Tankadere was within forty-five miles of Shanghai.
There remained yet six hours in which to accomplish that distance. All
on board feared that it could not be done, and every one—Phileas Fogg,
no doubt, excepted—felt his heart beat with impatience. The boat must keep
up an average of nine 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 Tankadere was so light, and her
fine sails caught the fickle zephyrs so well, that, with the aid of the
currents John Bunsby found himself at six o'clock not more than ten miles
from the mouth of Shanghai River. Shanghai itself is situated at least
twelve miles up the stream. At seven they were still three miles from Shanghai.
The pilot swore an angry oath; the reward of two hundred 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.
moment, also, a long black funnel, crowned with wreaths of smoke, appeared
on the edge of the waters. It was the American steamer, leaving for Yokohama
at the appointed time.
her!" cried John Bunsby, pushing back the rudder with a desperate jerk.
her!" said Phileas Fogg quietly.
brass cannon stood on the forward deck of the Tankadere, for making signals
in the fogs. It was loaded to the muzzle; but just as the pilot was about
to apply a red-hot coal to the touchhole, Mr. Fogg said, "Hoist your flag!"
was run up at half-mast, 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 succour the pilot-boat.
said Mr. Fogg. And the booming of the little cannon resounded in the air.