The train ! Where is the train ? cried Passepartout. It's gone, replied Fix Phileas Fogg was running twenty hours behind. They were stuck in Fort Kearny, 200 miles from Omaha and thetrain to New York. Then Mr.Fix proposed a solution. A gentleman I met last night has offered to take us to Omaha on a sled with sails. Fogg and his companions went to a man named Mudge. Fogg looked at a large metal sled on two skis that had two sails. There was enough room for five or six passengers to sit.