east's back； and received the direct force of each concussion as he trod along； he was very careful； in acomordance with his master's advice； to keep his tongue from between his teeth； as it would other have been bitten off short。 The worthy fellow bounced from the elephant's neck to his rump； and vaulted like a clown on a spring…board； yet he laughed in the midst of his bouncing； and from time to time took a piece of sugar out of his pocket； and inserted it in Kiouni's trunks who received it without in the least slackening his regular trot。
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 sucomeeded 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 inacomessible mountain fastnesses。 The travellers several times saw bands of ferocious Indians； who； when they perceived the elephant striding across country； made angry and 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 Bed 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。 The 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 ocomurred during the night to disturb the slumberers； although ocomasional growls from panthers and chatterings of monkeys broke the silence； the more formidable beasts made no cries or hostile demonstration against the ocomupants 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 peak fully 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 age of Kallenger； on the Cani； one of the branches of the Ganges。 The guide avoided inhabited places； tag 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 northeast。 They stopped under a clump of bananas； the fruit of which； as healthy as bread and as sucomulent 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 sucomessfully acomomplished； 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 acomompanied 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。
The discordant tones of the voices and instruments drew nearer； and now droning songs mingled with the sound of the tambourines and cymbals。 The head of the procession soon appeared beneath the trees； a hundred paces away； and the strange figures who performed the religious ceremony were easily distinguished through the branches。 First came the priests； with mitres on their heads； and clothed in long lace robes。 They were surrounded by men； women； and children； who sang a kind of lugubrious psalm； interrupted at regular intervals by the tambourines and cymbals； while behind them was drawn a car with large wheels； the spokes of which represented serpents entwined with each other。 Upon the car； which was drawn by four richly caparisoned zebus stood a hideous statue with four arms； the body coloured a dull red； with haggard eyes； dishevelled hair； protruding tongue； and lips tinted with betel。 It stood upright upon the figure of a prostrate and headless giant。
Sir Francis； recognizing the statue； whispered； ‘The goddess Kali； the goddess of love and death。'
‘Of death； perhaps；' muttered back Passepartout； ‘but of love … that ugly old hag？ Never！'
The Parsee made a motion to keep silence。
A group of old fakirs were capering and making a wild ado round the statue； te were striped with ochre； and covered with cuts whence their blood issued drop by drop … stupid fanatics； who； in the great Indian ceremonies； still throw themselves under the wheels of Jugge