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<\/figure>\n\n\n\n\nThe general route of the Great Indian Peninsula Railway is as follows:\nLeaving Bombay, it passes through Salcette, crossing to the continent\nopposite Tannah, goes over the chain of the Western Ghauts, runs thence\nnorth-east as far as Burhampoor, skirts the nearly independent\nterritory of Bundelcund, ascends to Allahabad, turns thence eastwardly,\nmeeting the Ganges at Benares, then departs from the river a little,\nand, descending south-eastward by Burdivan and the French town of\nChandernagor, has its terminus at Calcutta.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The passengers of the Mongolia went ashore at half-past four p.m.; at exactly eight the train would start for Calcutta. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n
\nMr. Fogg, after bidding good-bye to his whist partners, left the\nsteamer, gave his servant several errands to do, urged it upon him to\nbe at the station promptly at eight, and, with his regular step, which\nbeat to the second, like an astronomical clock, directed his steps to\nthe passport office. As for the wonders of Bombay\u2014its famous city\nhall, its splendid library, its forts and docks, its bazaars, mosques,\nsynagogues, its Armenian churches, and the noble pagoda on Malabar\nHill, with its two polygonal towers\u2014he cared not a straw to see them.\nHe would not deign to examine even the masterpieces of Elephanta, or\nthe mysterious hypogea, concealed south-east from the docks, or those\nfine remains of Buddhist architecture, the Kanherian grottoes of the\nisland of Salcette.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nHaving transacted his business at the passport office, Phileas Fogg\nrepaired quietly to the railway station, where he ordered dinner.\nAmong the dishes served up to him, the landlord especially recommended\na certain giblet of “native rabbit,” on which he prided himself.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nMr. Fogg accordingly tasted the dish, but, despite its spiced sauce,\nfound it far from palatable. He rang for the landlord, and, on his\nappearance, said, fixing his clear eyes upon him, “Is this rabbit, sir?”\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n“Yes, my lord,” the rogue boldly replied, “rabbit from the jungles.”\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n“And this rabbit did not mew when he was killed?”\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n“Mew, my lord! What, a rabbit mew! I swear to you\u2014”\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n“Be so good, landlord, as not to swear, but remember this: cats were\nformerly considered, in India, as sacred animals. That was a good\ntime.”\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n“For the cats, my lord?”\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n“Perhaps for the travellers as well!”\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nAfter which Mr. Fogg quietly continued his dinner. Fix had gone on\nshore shortly after Mr. Fogg, and his first destination was the\nheadquarters of the Bombay police. He made himself known as a London\ndetective, told his business at Bombay, and the position of affairs\nrelative to the supposed robber, and nervously asked if a warrant had\narrived from London. It had not reached the office; indeed, there had\nnot yet been time for it to arrive. Fix was sorely disappointed, and\ntried to obtain an order of arrest from the director of the Bombay\npolice. This the director refused, as the matter concerned the London\noffice, which alone could legally deliver the warrant. Fix did not\ninsist, and was fain to resign himself to await the arrival of the\nimportant document; but he was determined not to lose sight of the\nmysterious rogue as long as he stayed in Bombay. He did not doubt for\na moment, any more than Passepartout, that Phileas Fogg would remain\nthere, at least until it was time for the warrant to arrive.\n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Everybody knows that the great reversed triangle of land, with its base in the north and its apex in the south, which is called India, embraces fourteen hundred thousand square miles, upon which is spread unequally a population of one hundred and eighty millions of souls. The British Crown exercises a real and despotic dominion … <\/p>\n