Hindbad put on his best clothes next day, and returned to the
bountiful traveller, who received him with a pleasant air, and
caressed him heartily. When all the guests were come, dinner was set
upon the table, and continued a long time. When it was ended,
Sindbad, addressing himself to the company, said, Gentlemen, be
pleased to give me audience, and listen to the adventures of my
second voyage; they deserve your attention better than the first.
Upon which every one held his peace, and Sindbad went on thus:--
Second Voyage of Sindbad, the Sailor.
I designed, after my first voyage, to spend the rest of my days at
Bagdad, as I had the honour to tell you yesterday; but it was not
long ere I grew weary of a quiet life. My inclination to trade
revived. I bought goods proper for the commerce I intended, and put
to sea a second time, with merchants of known probity. We embarked
on board a good ship, and, after recommending ourselves to God, set
sail. We traded from island to island, and exchanged commodities
with great profit. One day we landed on an island covered with
several sorts of fruit-trees, but so unpeopled, that we could
neither see man nor beast upon it. We went to take a little fresh
air in the meadows, and along the streams that watered them. Whilst
some diverted themselves with gathering flowers, and others with
gathering fruits, I took my wine and provisions, and sat down by a
stream betwixt two great trees, which formed a curious shape. I made
a very good meal, and afterwards fell asleep. I cannot tell how long
I slept, but when I awaked the ship was gone. Here Scheherazade
broke off, because day appeared, but next night continued the story
thus:
SEVENTY-THIRD NIGHT.
I was very much surprised, said Sindbad, to find the ship gone. I
got up, and looked about every where, and could not see one of the
merchants who landed with me. At last I perceived the ship under
sail, but at such a distance, that I lost sight of her in a very
little time.
I leave you to guess at my melancholy reflections in this sad
condition; I was ready to die with grief. I cried out sadly, beat my
head and breast, and threw myself down upon the ground, where I lay
some time in a terrible agony, one afflicting thought being
succeeded by another still more afflicting. I upbraided myself a
hundred times for not being content with the produce of my first
voyage, that might well have served me all my life. But all this was
in vain, and my repentance out of season.
At last I resigned myself to the will of God; and not knowing what
to do, I climbed up to the top of a great tree, from whence I looked
about on all sides to see if there was any thing that could give me
hopes. When I looked towards the sea, I could see nothing but sky
and water; but looking towards the land, I saw something white; and
coming down from the tree, I took up what provisions I had left, and
went towards it, the distance being so great that I could not
distinguish what it was.
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