American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1881-10-15

| would do well to make one of the ports
of the coast
Il believe so, also." replied Phileas
Fogg.
"Ah" said the pilot, "but which
one?"
- only know ono," replied Mr..
Fogg. quietly.
| And that is-?"
"Shanghai ~
The pilot could not at first compre-
bend for a few moments what this an
swer meant how much obstinacy and
tenacity it comprised. Then he cried ::
'Ah well, yes! your honor is right
On to Shanghai -
And the direction of the Tankade re
was unwaveringly kept to the north.
| 1t was truly n terrible night ! 1t was
a miracle that the little craft did not
capsize. Twice she was submerged,
and everything would have been car
ried off the deck. if the fastening of
the ropes had given away. Mrs. Aou-
da was worn out, but she did not utter
complaint More than once Mr.
Fogg had to rush toward her to pro-
tect her from the violence of tie
waves.
Daylight reappeared. The tempest
was still raging with the greatest fury.
However. the wind fell again into the
southeast. IL was favorable change,
and the Tankadere resumed her way
on this high soa, whose waves then
struck THOSE produced by the new di-
rection OF the wind. Thence shock
of counter rolling waves, which would
have crushed less solidly-built bark.
From time to time through the
broken mist, the coast could be per-
ceived, but not a ship in sight. The
Tankadere was the only one keeping
the sea.
At noon there were some signs of a
calm, which, with the sinking Of the
sun toward the horizon, were more dis
| tinct.
The short duration of the tempest
was owing to its very violence. The
passengers, completely worn out, could
eat little and take some rest.
The night was comparatively quiet.
The pilot had the sail again hoisted at a
low reef. The speed Of the vessel was
considerable. The next day, the 18th,
at day-dawn, the coast being sighted,
John Bunsby was able to assert that
| thew were not one hundred miles from
| Shanghai.
One hundred miles, and only this day
left to make the distance! That very
evening Mr.. Fogg ought to arrive at
Shanghai, if he did not wish to miss the
departure of the Yokohama steamer.
Without this storm, during which he
lost several hours, he would not, at this
moment, have been thirty miles from
port.
The breeze sensibly slackened, but
fortunately the sea fell with it. Tho
schooner was covered with canvas.
Poles, stay-sails, counter-jibs, all were
ond tho N, od ,1ndov hov
keel.
At noon, the Tankadere was not more
than forty-fve miles from Shanghai.
She had six houIs more to make that
port before the departure of the steam
er for Yokohama.
The fears of all were great; they
wanted to arrive at any cost. AL felt
their hearts impatiently beating-Phil-
cas- Fogg, doubtless. excepted. The
little schooner must keep up an average
of nine knots an hour, and the wind
was constantly going down! 1t was an
irregular breeze, with capricious putfs
coming from the coast. They passed,
and the sea became more smooth i'm
mediately after.
But the vessel was so light, and her
high sails, of fine material, caught the
capricious breeze so well that, with the
John Bunsby counted only ten miles to
Shanghai River, for the city itself is
situated at distance of twelve miles at
least above the mouth. At seven o clock
they were still three miles from Shang-
hal. A formidable oath escaped from
the pilots lips 1t was evident that the
reward of two hundred pounds was 60
ing to slip from him. He looked at Mr..
FOgg. Mr.. Fogg was impossible, and
yet his whole fortune was at stake at
this moment
At this moment, too, q long, black
funnel, crowned with a wreath of
smoke, appeared on the edge of the
water. 1t was the American steamer
going at tb4Fegular hour.
Maledfctions on herr cried John
Bunsby, who pushed back the rudder
desperately.
simply.
forward deck of the Tankadere. 1t
The cannon was loaded to the muzzle,
but at the moment that the pilot was
going to apply red-hot coal to the
touch hole, MIR. Fogg said:
Hoist your flag"
The flag was ho;sted half-mast. It
was a signal of distress, and it was to be
hoped that the American steamer. per-
ceiving it, would change her course for
a moment to assist the little craft.
"Firer' said Mr.. Fogg.
And the booming of the little cannon
sounded through the air.
CHAPTER XXI.
IN WHICH PAssEPARrour SEES VERY WELL
THAT, EVEN AT THE ANTIPODES, 1T PRU-
DENT TO HAVE SOME MONEY IN ONES
POCKET.
The Carnatic, having left Hong Kong
on the 9th of November. at half-past
six p. M, turned under full head of
steam toward the Japanese shores. She
carried a full load of freight and pas
sengers. Two cabins aft were unoccu-
pied. They were the ones retained for
Mr.. Philcas Fogg.
The next morning the men in the for
ward part of the vessel saw, not with
out some surprise. a passenger, with
half-stupefied eyes and disordered
head, coming out of the second cabin,
and. with tottering steps, taking seat
on deck.
This passenger was Passepartout him
self. This is what happened:
Some minutes after Fix left the
! smoking-house two walters raised Pas
separtout, who was in deep sleep, and
laid him on the bed reserved for the
smokers. But, three hours later, Pas
sepaTtout, pursued even in his bad
dreams by fixed idea, woke again and
struggled against the Supplying action
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