Tales and Novels — Volume 02: Popular TalesEdgeworth, Maria
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Tales and Novels — Volume 02: Popular Tales
Edgeworth, Maria
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“The first thing I thought of, when I came to my recollection, was my
purse of sequins. The purse I found still safe in my girdle; but, on
opening it, I perceived that it was filled with pebbles, and not a
single sequin was left. I had no doubt that I had been robbed by the
soldiers with whom I had drunk sherbet; and I am certain that some of
them must have been awake the night I counted my money; otherwise, as
I had never trusted the secret of my riches to any one, they could not
have suspected me of possessing any property; for, ever since I kept
company with them, I had appeared to be in great indigence.
“I applied in vain to the superior officers for redress: the soldiers
protested they were innocent; no positive proof appeared against them,
and I gained nothing by my complaint but ridicule and ill-will. I called
myself, in the first transport of my grief, by that name which, since my
arrival in Egypt, I had avoided to pronounce: I called myself Murad the
Unlucky! The name and the story ran through the camp; and I was accosted
afterwards, very frequently, by this appellation. Some indeed varied
their wit, by calling me Murad with the purse of pebbles.
“All that I had yet suffered is nothing compared to my succeeding
misfortunes.
“It was the custom at this time, in the Turkish camp, for the soldiers
to amuse themselves with firing at a mark. The superior officers
remonstrated against this dangerous practice {Footnote: Antia’s
Observations on the Manners and Customs of the Egyptians.}, but
ineffectually. Sometimes a party of soldiers would stop firing for a
few minutes, after a message was brought them from their commanders;
and then they would begin again, in defiance of all orders. Such was the
want of discipline in our army, that this disobedience went unpunished.
In the mean time, the frequency of the danger made most men totally
regardless of it. I have seen tents pierced with bullets, in which
parties were quietly seated smoking their pipes, whilst those without
were preparing to take fresh aim at the red flag on the top.
“This apathy proceeded, in some, from unconquerable indolence of body;
in others, from the intoxication produced by the fumes of tobacco and
of opium; but in most of my brother Turks it arose from the confidence
which the belief in predestination inspired. When a bullet killed one
of their companions, they only observed, scarcely taking the pipes from
their mouths, ‘Our hour is not yet come: it is not the will of Mahomet
that we should fall.’
“I own that this rash security appeared to me, at first, surprising; but
it soon ceased to strike me with wonder; and it even tended to confirm
my favourite opinion, that some were born to good and some to evil
fortune. I became almost as careless as my companions, from following
the same course of reasoning. It is not, thought I, in the power of
human prudence to avert the stroke of destiny. I shall perhaps die
to-morrow; let me therefore enjoy to-day.
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