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But
the
breeze
,
far
from
lessening
its
force
,
blew
as
if
to
bend
the
mast
,
which
,
however
,
the
metallic
lashings
held
firmly
.
These
lashings
,
like
the
chords
of
a
stringed
instrument
,
resounded
as
if
vibrated
by
a
violin
bow
.
The
sledge
slid
along
in
the
midst
of
a
plaintively
intense
melody
.
"
Those
chords
give
the
fifth
and
the
octave
,
"
said
Mr.
Fogg
.
These
were
the
only
words
he
uttered
during
the
journey
.
Aouda
,
cosily
packed
in
furs
and
cloaks
,
was
sheltered
as
much
as
possible
from
the
attacks
of
the
freezing
wind
.
As
for
Passepartout
,
his
face
was
as
red
as
the
sun
's
disc
when
it
sets
in
the
mist
,
and
he
laboriously
inhaled
the
biting
air
.
With
his
natural
buoyancy
of
spirits
,
he
began
to
hope
again
.
They
would
reach
New
York
on
the
evening
,
if
not
on
the
morning
,
of
the
11th
,
and
there
was
still
some
chances
that
it
would
be
before
the
steamer
sailed
for
Liverpool
.
Passepartout
even
felt
a
strong
desire
to
grasp
his
ally
,
Fix
,
by
the
hand
.
He
remembered
that
it
was
the
detective
who
procured
the
sledge
,
the
only
means
of
reaching
Omaha
in
time
;
but
,
checked
by
some
presentiment
,
he
kept
his
usual
reserve
.
One
thing
,
however
,
Passepartout
would
never
forget
,
and
that
was
the
sacrifice
which
Mr.
Fogg
had
made
,
without
hesitation
,
to
rescue
him
from
the
Sioux
.
Mr.
Fogg
had
risked
his
fortune
and
his
life
.
No
!
His
servant
would
never
forget
that
!
While
each
of
the
party
was
absorbed
in
reflections
so
different
,
the
sledge
flew
past
over
the
vast
carpet
of
snow
.
The
creeks
it
passed
over
were
not
perceived
.
Fields
and
streams
disappeared
under
the
uniform
whiteness
.
The
plain
was
absolutely
deserted
.
Between
the
Union
Pacific
road
and
the
branch
which
unites
Kearney
with
Saint
Joseph
it
formed
a
great
uninhabited
island
.
Neither
village
,
station
,
nor
fort
appeared
.
From
time
to
time
they
sped
by
some
phantom-like
tree
,
whose
white
skeleton
twisted
and
rattled
in
the
wind
.
Sometimes
flocks
of
wild
birds
rose
,
or
bands
of
gaunt
,
famished
,
ferocious
prairie-wolves
ran
howling
after
the
sledge
.
Passepartout
,
revolver
in
hand
,
held
himself
ready
to
fire
on
those
which
came
too
near
.
Had
an
accident
then
happened
to
the
sledge
,
the
travellers
,
attacked
by
these
beasts
,
would
have
been
in
the
most
terrible
danger
;
but
it
held
on
its
even
course
,
soon
gained
on
the
wolves
,
and
ere
long
left
the
howling
band
at
a
safe
distance
behind
.
About
noon
Mudge
perceived
by
certain
landmarks
that
he
was
crossing
the
Platte
River
.
He
said
nothing
,
but
he
felt
certain
that
he
was
now
within
twenty
miles
of
Omaha
.
In
less
than
an
hour
he
left
the
rudder
and
furled
his
sails
,
whilst
the
sledge
,
carried
forward
by
the
great
impetus
the
wind
had
given
it
,
went
on
half
a
mile
further
with
its
sails
unspread
.
It
stopped
at
last
,
and
Mudge
,
pointing
to
a
mass
of
roofs
white
with
snow
,
said
:
"
We
have
got
there
!
"
Arrived
!
Arrived
at
the
station
which
is
in
daily
communication
,
by
numerous
trains
,
with
the
Atlantic
seaboard
!
Passepartout
and
Fix
jumped
off
,
stretched
their
stiffened
limbs
,
and
aided
Mr.
Fogg
and
the
young
woman
to
descend
from
the
sledge
.
Phileas
Fogg
generously
rewarded
Mudge
,
whose
hand
Passepartout
warmly
grasped
,
and
the
party
directed
their
steps
to
the
Omaha
railway
station
.
