After two hours the guide stopped the elephant, and gave him
an hour for rest, during which Kiouni, after quenching his thirst
at a neighbouring spring, set to devouring the branches and shrubs
round about him. Neither Sir Francis nor Mr. Fogg regretted
the delay, and both descended with a feeling of relief. "Why, he's
made of iron!" exclaimed the general, gazing admiringly on Kiouni.

"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 don't know, officer," replied the Parsee, listening attentively
to a confused murmur which came through the thick branches.

The murmur soon became more distinct; it now seemed like a distant
concert of human voices accompanied by brass instruments.
Passepartout was all eyes and ears. Mr. Fogg patiently
waited without a word. The Parsee jumped to the ground,
fastened the elephant to a tree, and plunged into the thicket.
He soon returned, saying:

"A procession of Brahmins is coming this way. We must prevent
their seeing us, if possible."

The guide unloosed the elephant and led him into a thicket,
at the same time asking the travellers not to stir. He held himself
ready to bestride the animal at a moment's notice, should flight
become necessary; but he evidently thought that the procession
of the faithful would pass without perceiving them amid
the thick foliage, in which they were wholly concealed.



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