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Chapter XXII In Which Passepartout Finds Out That, Even
At The Antipodes, It Is Convenient To Have Some Money In One's Pocket
The Carnatic, setting sail from Hong Kong at half-past six on the 7th of November,
directed her course at full steam towards Japan.
She carried a large cargo and a well-filled cabin of passengers.
Two state-rooms in the rear were, however, unoccupied--those which had been engaged by
Phileas Fogg.
The next day a passenger with a half- stupefied eye, staggering gait, and
disordered hair, was seen to emerge from the second cabin, and to totter to a seat
on deck.
It was Passepartout; and what had happened to him was as follows: Shortly after Fix
left the *** den, two waiters had lifted the unconscious Passepartout, and had
carried him to the bed reserved for the smokers.
Three hours later, pursued even in his dreams by a fixed idea, the poor fellow
awoke, and struggled against the stupefying influence of the narcotic.
The thought of a duty unfulfilled shook off his torpor, and he hurried from the abode
of drunkenness.
Staggering and holding himself up by keeping against the walls, falling down and
creeping up again, and irresistibly impelled by a kind of instinct, he kept
crying out, "The Carnatic! the Carnatic!"
The steamer lay puffing alongside the quay, on the point of starting.
Passepartout had but few steps to go; and, rushing upon the plank, he crossed it, and
fell unconscious on the deck, just as the Carnatic was moving off.
Several sailors, who were evidently accustomed to this sort of scene, carried
the poor Frenchman down into the second cabin, and Passepartout did not wake until
they were one hundred and fifty miles away from China.
Thus he found himself the next morning on the deck of the Carnatic, and eagerly
inhaling the exhilarating sea-breeze.
The pure air sobered him. He began to collect his sense, which he
found a difficult task; but at last he recalled the events of the evening before,
Fix's revelation, and the ***-house.
"It is evident," said he to himself, "that I have been abominably drunk!
What will Mr. Fogg say? At least I have not missed the steamer,
which is the most important thing."
Then, as Fix occurred to him: "As for that rascal, I hope we are well rid of him, and
that he has not dared, as he proposed, to follow us on board the Carnatic.
A detective on the track of Mr. Fogg, accused of robbing the Bank of England!
Pshaw! Mr. Fogg is no more a robber than I am a
murderer."
Should he divulge Fix's real errand to his master?
Would it do to tell the part the detective was playing.
Would it not be better to wait until Mr. Fogg reached London again, and then impart
to him that an agent of the metropolitan police had been following him round the
world, and have a good laugh over it?
No doubt; at least, it was worth considering.
The first thing to do was to find Mr. Fogg, and apologise for his singular behaviour.
Passepartout got up and proceeded, as well as he could with the rolling of the
steamer, to the after-deck. He saw no one who resembled either his
master or Aouda.
"Good!" muttered he; "Aouda has not got up yet, and Mr. Fogg has probably found some
partners at whist." He descended to the saloon.
Mr. Fogg was not there.
Passepartout had only, however, to ask the purser the number of his master's state-
room. The purser replied that he did not know any
passenger by the name of Fogg.
"I beg your pardon," said Passepartout persistently.
"He is a tall gentleman, quiet, and not very talkative, and has with him a young
lady--"
"There is no young lady on board," interrupted the purser.
"Here is a list of the passengers; you may see for yourself."
Passepartout scanned the list, but his master's name was not upon it.
All at once an idea struck him. "Ah! am I on the Carnatic?"
"Yes."
"On the way to Yokohama?" "Certainly."
Passepartout had for an instant feared that he was on the wrong boat; but, though he
was really on the Carnatic, his master was not there.
He fell thunderstruck on a seat.
He saw it all now. He remembered that the time of sailing had
been changed, that he should have informed his master of that fact, and that he had
not done so.
It was his fault, then, that Mr. Fogg and Aouda had missed the steamer.
Yes, but it was still more the fault of the traitor who, in order to separate him from
his master, and detain the latter at Hong Kong, had inveigled him into getting drunk!
He now saw the detective's trick; and at this moment Mr. Fogg was certainly ruined,
his bet was lost, and he himself perhaps arrested and imprisoned!
At this thought Passepartout tore his hair.
Ah, if Fix ever came within his reach, what a settling of accounts there would be!
After his first depression, Passepartout became calmer, and began to study his
situation.
It was certainly not an enviable one. He found himself on the way to Japan, and
what should he do when he got there? His pocket was empty; he had not a solitary
shilling, not so much as a penny.
His passage had fortunately been paid for in advance; and he had five or six days in
which to decide upon his future course. He fell to at meals with an appetite, and
ate for Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and himself.
He helped himself as generously as if Japan were a desert, where nothing to eat was to
be looked for. At dawn on the 13th the Carnatic entered
the port of Yokohama.
This is an important port of call in the Pacific, where all the mail-steamers, and
those carrying travellers between North America, China, Japan, and the Oriental
islands put in.
It is situated in the bay of Yeddo, and at but a short distance from that second
capital of the Japanese Empire, and the residence of the Tycoon, the civil Emperor,
before the Mikado, the spiritual Emperor, absorbed his office in his own.
The Carnatic anchored at the quay near the custom-house, in the midst of a crowd of
ships bearing the flags of all nations.
Passepartout went timidly ashore on this so curious territory of the Sons of the Sun.
He had nothing better to do than, taking chance for his guide, to wander aimlessly
through the streets of Yokohama.
He found himself at first in a thoroughly European quarter, the houses having low
fronts, and being adorned with verandas, beneath which he caught glimpses of neat
peristyles.
This quarter occupied, with its streets, squares, docks, and warehouses, all the
space between the "promontory of the Treaty" and the river.
Here, as at Hong Kong and Calcutta, were mixed crowds of all races, Americans and
English, Chinamen and Dutchmen, mostly merchants ready to buy or sell anything.
The Frenchman felt himself as much alone among them as if he had dropped down in the
midst of Hottentots.
He had, at least, one resource to call on the French and English consuls at Yokohama
for assistance.
But he shrank from telling the story of his adventures, intimately connected as it was
with that of his master; and, before doing so, he determined to exhaust all other
means of aid.
As chance did not favour him in the European quarter, he penetrated that
inhabited by the native Japanese, determined, if necessary, to push on to
Yeddo.
The Japanese quarter of Yokohama is called Benten, after the goddess of the sea, who
is worshipped on the islands round about.
There Passepartout beheld beautiful fir and cedar groves, sacred gates of a singular
architecture, bridges half hid in the midst of bamboos and reeds, temples shaded by
immense cedar-trees, holy retreats where
were sheltered Buddhist priests and sectaries of Confucius, and interminable
streets, where a perfect harvest of rose- tinted and red-cheeked children, who looked
as if they had been cut out of Japanese
screens, and who were playing in the midst of short-legged poodles and yellowish cats,
might have been gathered. The streets were crowded with people.
Priests were passing in processions, beating their dreary tambourines; police
and custom-house officers with pointed hats encrusted with lac and carrying two sabres
hung to their waists; soldiers, clad in
blue cotton with white stripes, and bearing guns; the Mikado's guards, enveloped in
silken doubles, hauberks and coats of mail; and numbers of military folk of all ranks--
for the military profession is as much
respected in Japan as it is despised in China--went hither and thither in groups
and pairs.
Passepartout saw, too, begging friars, long-robed pilgrims, and simple civilians,
with their warped and jet-black hair, big heads, long busts, slender legs, short
stature, and complexions varying from
copper-colour to a dead white, but never yellow, like the Chinese, from whom the
Japanese widely differ.
He did not fail to observe the curious equipages--carriages and palanquins,
barrows supplied with sails, and litters made of bamboo; nor the women--whom he
thought not especially handsome--who took
little steps with their little feet, whereon they wore canvas shoes, straw
sandals, and clogs of worked wood, and who displayed tight-looking eyes, flat chests,
teeth fashionably blackened, and gowns
crossed with silken scarfs, tied in an enormous knot behind an ornament which the
modern Parisian ladies seem to have borrowed from the dames of Japan.
Passepartout wandered for several hours in the midst of this motley crowd, looking in
at the windows of the rich and curious shops, the jewellery establishments
glittering with quaint Japanese ornaments,
the restaurants decked with streamers and banners, the tea-houses, where the odorous
beverage was being drunk with saki, a liquor concocted from the fermentation of
rice, and the comfortable smoking-houses,
where they were puffing, not ***, which is almost unknown in Japan, but a very
fine, stringy tobacco.
He went on till he found himself in the fields, in the midst of vast rice
plantations.
There he saw dazzling camellias expanding themselves, with flowers which were giving
forth their last colours and perfumes, not on bushes, but on trees, and within bamboo
enclosures, cherry, plum, and apple trees,
which the Japanese cultivate rather for their blossoms than their fruit, and which
queerly-fashioned, grinning scarecrows protected from the sparrows, pigeons,
ravens, and other voracious birds.
On the branches of the cedars were perched large eagles; amid the foliage of the
weeping willows were herons, solemnly standing on one leg; and on every hand were
crows, ducks, hawks, wild birds, and a
multitude of cranes, which the Japanese consider sacred, and which to their minds
symbolise long life and prosperity. As he was strolling along, Passepartout
espied some violets among the shrubs.
"Good!" said he; "I'll have some supper." But, on smelling them, he found that they
were odourless. "No chance there," thought he.
The worthy fellow had certainly taken good care to eat as hearty a breakfast as
possible before leaving the Carnatic; but, as he had been walking about all day, the
demands of hunger were becoming importunate.
He observed that the butchers stalls contained neither mutton, goat, nor pork;
and, knowing also that it is a sacrilege to kill cattle, which are preserved solely for
farming, he made up his mind that meat was
far from plentiful in Yokohama--nor was he mistaken; and, in default of butcher's
meat, he could have wished for a quarter of wild boar or deer, a partridge, or some
quails, some game or fish, which, with rice, the Japanese eat almost exclusively.
But he found it necessary to keep up a stout heart, and to postpone the meal he
craved till the following morning.
Night came, and Passepartout re-entered the native quarter, where he wandered through
the streets, lit by vari-coloured lanterns, looking on at the dancers, who were
executing skilful steps and boundings, and
the astrologers who stood in the open air with their telescopes.
Then he came to the harbour, which was lit up by the resin torches of the fishermen,
who were fishing from their boats.
The streets at last became quiet, and the patrol, the officers of which, in their
splendid costumes, and surrounded by their suites, Passepartout thought seemed like
ambassadors, succeeded the bustling crowd.
Each time a company passed, Passepartout chuckled, and said to himself: "Good!
another Japanese embassy departing for Europe!"