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"
Of
forged
iron
,
"
replied
Passepartout
,
as
he
set
about
preparing
a
hasty
breakfast
.
At
noon
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
with
laughter
.
In
the
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
.
The
principal
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
.
The
night
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
.
The
journey
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
.
At
two
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
stopped
.
It
was
then
four
o'clock
.
"
What
's
the
matter
?
"
asked
Sir
Francis
,
putting
out
his
head
.
"
I
do
n't
know
,
officer
,
"
replied
the
Parsee
,
listening
attentively
to
a
confused
murmur
which
came
through
the
thick
branches
.
