We are on the train to New York! Not much has happened today. When we got off the boat, we took the carriage to a hotel, and then, on our way to the consul to get our passports visaed, met Mr Fix. Unfortunately, in my eyes, he shall be accompanying us all the way back to London. When Passepartout was off buying supplies, we were on our way, as mentioned to the consul, and found a great crowd outside a building. There was an election for the justice of peace, as we soon found out, between Mr Mandiboy and Mr Camerfield, and, when Mr Mandiboy won, we were caught amongst them as they all began to fight one another. Mr Fogg and Mr Fix were, indeed, in a state, and there was needs to go to the tailor for clothes. Now we are on the train.
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| San Fransisco street |
San Fransisco was not all I had expected. It used to be a legendary town, and now, it is full of thieves and gamblers, and it is much more dangerous on railroads here in America.
I close off this evening with the thought that I shall be glad to be out of the country, and back into good old England.
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