Nebraska advertiser., 1881-10-13
TOUR OF THE WORLD
EIGHTY DAYS.
JULES vERNE'S GREAT STORY.
CHAPTER xxI.-Goxrrvrrp.

'tAIl Elk NNl.-CbNllNIED.
In the meantime they were moving
on rapidly. John Bunsby had high
hopes. He said to Mr.. fOgg several
times that they would arrive ut Shang-
hal nj the desired time. Mr.. Fogg sim
ply replied that he counted on il. The
whole crew went to work in earnest.
The rev ri enticed these good people.
SO there was not n sheet which was
not cOuscieutiously tightened! Not a
sail which W not vigorously hoistcd!
NOta lurch for which the mn at the helm
couldA be blamed. They would not
have mlneuyercd more vigorously in u
regatta OF the Royal Yacht Club.
In the etening the pilot marked on
the log distance of two hundred and
twenty miles from Hong Kong, and
Phleas Fog@ might hope that on arrv-
mh ut Yokohama he would not have to
note any delay in his journal. Thus,
the first serious miSchanCe that he had
suffered since his departure from Lon
don would probably not affect his jour
ney worth mentioning.
During the night, toward the early
morning hours, the Tankadere entered,
without difficulty, the Straits Of 70
Kien, which separate the large Island
of formOSa from the Chinese coast, and
she crossed the TrOpic of Cancer. The
sea was very rough in these straits, full
of eddicS formed by cOunrcr-cuIrents.
The schooner labOred heavily. The
short waves broke her course. it be-
came very difficult to stand up ON the
deck.
With daybrcal the wind became
freSher There was the appearance of
squal in the heavens Besides. the
barometer announced speedy change
of the atmosphere; its daily movement
was irregular, and the mercury oscillat-
ed capriciOuslv. The sea was seen
swells, betOkening n tempest The
evening before the sun had set in n red
haze, amid the phosphorescent scintilla-
tiOns of the ocean.
The pilot examined the threatening
aspect Of the sky for long time and
muttered between his teeth indistinctly.
AT certain moment finding himself
neAC his passenger, he said, in n low
voice.
Can | speak freely to your honor?n
"Hou can" replied Phileas FOgg.
"Well, we are going to have a
squall.'
"WiIl it come from the north or the
south|' asked Mr.. FOgg, simply.
from the south. See. A typhoon
is coming up
Good for the typhoon from the
south since it will send us in the right
direction replied Mr.. Fogg.
" If you take it so,' replied the pilot,
81 have nothing more TO say"
John Bunsby's presentiments did not
deceive him. At less advanced sea-
son of the year the typhOon, according
to the expression of celebrated mete-
OrolOgist. would have passed off like a
luminous cascade of electric flames, but
in the winter equinox it was to be feared
that it would burst with violence.
The pilot took his precautions in adj
vance. He had all the schOoner's sails
reefed and the yards brought on deck.
The pole-masts were dispensed with.
All hands went forward. The matches
We're carefully fastened. Not a drop Of
water could then enter the hull of the
vessel, A single triangular sail, n fore
sail OF strong canvas, was hoistcd Is a
stOrm-iib, so rs to hold the schooner to
the wind behind, And they waited.
John Bunsby had begged his passen-
gers TO 60 down into the cabin; but in
the narrow space, almost deprived of
air, and 'knocked about by the waves,
this Imprisonment had in it nothing
agreeable Neither Mr. Fogg nor Mrs
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