Fix rushed in
was seven in the morning when Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Passepartout set
foot upon the American continent, if this name can be given to the floating
quay upon which they disembarked. These quays, rising and falling
with the tide, thus facilitate the loading and unloading of vessels.
Alongside them were clippers of all sizes, steamers of all nationalities,
and the steamboats, with several decks rising one above the other, which
ply on the Sacramento and its tributaries. There were also heaped up the
products of a commerce which extends to Mexico, Chili, Peru, Brazil, Europe,
Asia, and all the Pacific islands.
in his joy on reaching at last the American continent, thought he would
manifest it by executing a perilous vault in fine style; but, tumbling
upon some worm-eaten planks, he fell through them. Put out of countenance
by the manner in which he thus "set foot" upon the New World, he uttered
a loud cry, which so frightened the innumerable cormorants and pelicans
that are always perched upon these movable quays, that they flew noisily
on reaching shore, proceeded to find out at what hour the first train left
for New York, and learned that this was at six o'clock p.m.; he had, therefore,
an entire day to spend in the Californian capital. Taking a carriage at
a charge of three dollars, he and Aouda entered it, while Passepartout
mounted the box beside the driver, and they set out for the International
exalted position Passepartout observed with much curiosity the wide streets,
the low, evenly ranged houses, the Anglo-Saxon Gothic churches, the great
docks, the palatial wooden and brick warehouses, the numerous conveyances,
omnibuses, horse-cars, and upon the side-walks, not only Americans and
Europeans, but Chinese and Indians. Passepartout was surprised at
all he saw. San Francisco was no longer the legendary city of 1849—a
city of banditti, assassins, and incendiaries, who had flocked hither in
crowds in pursuit of plunder; a paradise of outlaws, where they gambled
with gold-dust, a revolver in one hand and a bowie-knife in the other:
it was now a great commercial emporium.
tower of its City Hall overlooked the whole panorama of the streets and
avenues, which cut each other at right-angles, and in the midst of which
appeared pleasant, verdant squares, while beyond appeared the Chinese quarter,
seemingly imported from the Celestial Empire in a toy-box. Sombreros
and red shirts and plumed Indians were rarely to be seen; but there were
silk hats and black coats everywhere worn by a multitude of nervously active,
gentlemanly-looking men. Some of the streets— especially Montgomery
Street, which is to San Francisco what Regent Street is to London, the
Boulevard des Italiens to Paris, and Broadway to New York— were lined with
splendid and spacious stores, which exposed in their windows the products
of the entire world.
reached the International Hotel, it did not seem to him as if he had left
England at all.
floor of the hotel was occupied by a large bar, a sort of restaurant freely
open to all passers-by, who might partake of dried beef, oyster soup, biscuits,
and cheese, without taking out their purses. Payment was made only
for the ale, porter, or sherry which was drunk. This seemed "very
American" to Passepartout. The hotel refreshment-rooms were comfortable,
and Mr. Fogg and Aouda, installing themselves at a table, were abundantly
served on diminutive plates by negroes of darkest hue.
breakfast, Mr. Fogg, accompanied by Aouda, started for the English consulate
to have his passport visaed. As he was going out, he met Passepartout,
who asked him if it would not be well, before taking the train, to purchase
some dozens of Enfield rifles and Colt's revolvers. He had been listening
to stories of attacks upon the trains by the Sioux and Pawnees. Mr.
Fogg thought it a useless precaution, but told him to do as he thought
best, and went on to the consulate.
not proceeded two hundred steps, however, when, "by the greatest chance
in the world," he met Fix. The detective seemed wholly taken by surprise.
What! Had Mr. Fogg and himself crossed the Pacific together, and
not met on the steamer! At least Fix felt honoured to behold once more
the gentleman to whom he owed so much, and, as his business recalled him
to Europe, he should be delighted to continue the journey in such pleasant
replied that the honour would be his; and the detective— who was determined
not to lose sight of him—begged permission to accompany them in their walk
about San Francisco—a request which Mr. Fogg readily granted.
found themselves in Montgomery Street, where a great crowd was collected;
the side-walks, street, horsecar rails, the shop-doors, the windows of
the houses, and even the roofs, were full of people. Men were going
about carrying large posters, and flags and streamers were floating in
the wind; while loud cries were heard on every hand.
a political meeting; at least so Fix conjectured, who said to Mr. Fogg,
"Perhaps we had better not mingle with the crowd. There may be danger in
returned Mr. Fogg; "and blows, even if they are political are still blows."
at this remark; and, in order to be able to see without being jostled about,
the party took up a position on the top of a flight of steps situated at
the upper end of Montgomery Street. Opposite them, on the other side of
the street, between a coal wharf and a petroleum warehouse, a large platform
had been erected in the open air, towards which the current of the crowd
seemed to be directed.
purpose was this meeting? What was the occasion of this excited assemblage?
Phileas Fogg could not imagine. Was it to nominate some high official—a
governor or member of Congress? It was not improbable, so agitated was
the multitude before them.
this moment there was an unusual stir in the human mass. All the hands
were raised in the air. Some, tightly closed, seemed to disappear
suddenly in the midst of the cries—an energetic way, no doubt, of casting
a vote. The crowd swayed back, the banners and flags wavered, disappeared
an instant, then reappeared in tatters. The undulations of the human surge
reached the steps, while all the heads floundered on the surface like a
sea agitated by a squall. Many of the black hats disappeared, and
the greater part of the crowd seemed to have diminished in height.
evidently a meeting," said Fix, "and its object must be an exciting one.
I should not wonder if it were about the Alabama, despite the fact that
that question is settled."
replied Mr. Fogg, simply.
there are two champions in presence of each other, the Honourable Mr. Camerfield
and the Honourable Mr. Mandiboy."
leaning upon Mr. Fogg's arm, observed the tumultuous scene with surprise,
while Fix asked a man near him what the cause of it all was. Before the
man could reply, a fresh agitation arose; hurrahs and excited shouts were
heard; the staffs of the banners began to be used as offensive weapons;
and fists flew about in every direction. Thumps were exchanged from the
tops of the carriages and omnibuses which had been blocked up in the crowd.
Boots and shoes went whirling through the air, and Mr. Fogg thought he
even heard the crack of revolvers mingling in the din, the rout approached
the stairway, and flowed over the lower step. One of the parties
had evidently been repulsed; but the mere lookers-on could not tell whether
Mandiboy or Camerfield had gained the upper hand.
be prudent for us to retire," said Fix, who was anxious that Mr. Fogg should
not receive any injury, at least until they got back to London. "If
there is any question about England in all this, and we were recognised,
I fear it would go hard with us."
subject—" began Mr. Fogg.
not finish his sentence; for a terrific hubbub now arose on the terrace
behind the flight of steps where they stood, and there were frantic shouts
of, "Hurrah for Mandiboy! Hip, hip, hurrah!"
a band of voters coming to the rescue of their allies, and taking the Camerfield
forces in flank. Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Fix found themselves between
fires; it was too late to escape. The torrent of men, armed with loaded
canes and sticks, was irresistible. Phileas Fogg and Fix were roughly hustled
in their attempts to protect their fair companion; the former, as cool
as ever, tried to defend himself with the weapons which nature has placed
at the end of every Englishman's arm, but in vain. A big brawny fellow
with a red beard, flushed face, and broad shoulders, who seemed to be the
chief of the band, raised his clenched fist to strike Mr. Fogg, whom he
would have given a crushing blow, had not Fix rushed in and received it
in his stead. An enormous bruise immediately made its appearance under
the detective's silk hat, which was completely smashed in.
exclaimed Mr. Fogg, darting a contemptuous look at the ruffian.
returned the other. "We will meet again!"
is your name?"
Fogg. And yours?"
tide now swept by, after overturning Fix, who speedily got upon his feet
again, though with tattered clothes. Happily, he was not seriously
hurt. His travelling overcoat was divided into two unequal parts,
and his trousers resembled those of certain Indians, which fit less compactly
than they are easy to put on. Aouda had escaped unharmed, and Fix alone
bore marks of the fray in his black and blue bruise.
said Mr. Fogg to the detective, as soon as they were out of the crowd.
are necessary," replied. Fix; "but let us go."
visit was, indeed, opportune. The clothing of both Mr. Fogg and Fix
was in rags, as if they had themselves been actively engaged in the contest
between Camerfield and Mandiboy. An hour after, they were once more
suitably attired, and with Aouda returned to the International Hotel.
was waiting for his master, armed with half a dozen six-barrelled revolvers.
When he perceived Fix, he knit his brows; but Aouda having, in a few words,
told him of their adventure, his countenance resumed its placid expression.
Fix evidently was no longer an enemy, but an ally; he was faithfully keeping
over, the coach which was to convey the passengers and their luggage to
the station drew up to the door. As he was getting in, Mr. Fogg said
to Fix, "You have not seen this Colonel Proctor again?"
come back to America to find him," said Phileas Fogg calmly. "It would
not be right for an Englishman to permit himself to be treated in that
way, without retaliating."
smiled, but did not reply. It was clear that Mr. Fogg was one of
those Englishmen who, while they do not tolerate duelling at home, fight
abroad when their honour is attacked.
At a quarter
before six the travellers reached the station, and found the train ready
to depart. As he was about to enter it, Mr. Fogg called a porter,
and said to him: "My friend, was there not some trouble to-day in San Francisco?"
a political meeting, sir," replied the porter.
thought there was a great deal of disturbance in the streets."
only a meeting assembled for an election."
of a general-in-chief, no doubt?" asked Mr. Fogg.
of a justice of the peace."
Fogg got into the train, which started off at full speed.