Expedition to discover the sources of the White Nile, in the years 1840, 1841, Vol. 1 (of 2)Werne, Ferdinand
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Expedition to discover the sources of the White Nile, in the years 1840, 1841, Vol. 1 (of 2)
Werne, Ferdinand
Nile River
What, however, made a great noise and sensation in Egypt, was the
death of Farat-Bey, in Wollet Mèdine, and especially the sudden
decease of the brave Mustaphà Bey, in Khartùm, the only Turk who was
really beloved in the whole country, and who was therefore an enemy
of the Basha. He came from Kordofan to Fàzogl, during the time of
the extreme heat, where Ahmed Basha hoped he would perish from the
insufferable climate, as he said himself jocosely. He was not well,
and was exhausted by the journey; he became worse without Suliman
Effendi summoning to a consultation the three Italian physicians
who happened to be present, Cecconi, Toscanelli, and Count de
Domine. The Bey, surrounded by Memlukes and servants, requested
Suliman Effendi to give him medicine to send him to sleep. The latter
spoke in Italian to himself, went to the small army medicine-chest,
being watched by the slaves, took laudanum and gave it to the Bey,
in a silver tablespoon; but the desired sleep did not come;—and
Mustaphà himself called for opium, though he was not accustomed at
other times to use it. The attendants, still remaining in respectful
silence, heard and saw how the Sicilian muttered again in Italian,
again poured laudanum into the spoon, and held it to the mouth of the
Bey. Scarcely had the latter taken this dose, which was larger than
the first, than blood rushed from his nose and mouth, and he slept for
ever. His Memlukes knew the bottle on which the name was specified,
too exactly, and called it Rogh el Affiùn (spirit of opium). Suliman
Effendi did not appear the next day, and on the morning after, when
he came to me, was very discomposed and absent in mind—exclaiming,
“_che brav’ uomo! peccato_,”—whilst he sought every moment
his snuff-box. Whereupon I asked him, whether he had given the Bey
laudanum twice? He did not deny it, but he had only given “a few
drops,” “_e, Signor Avvocato! mi era padrone, io servo suo_.”
I had everything to fear from this man, who otherwise was friendship
and familiarity itself, on account of my brother, whom the Basha
intended to put in his place, as medical inspector of Belle Sudan,
and had openly expressed that intention. It was therefore with the
most solemn earnestness, that I threatened him with death, if I
should not find my brother alive on my return, and should discover
that he had come in contact with him.
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