Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales -- Arab countries; Tales -- Arab countries
During forty days our voyage was prosperous; but on the night of the
forty-first the wind became adverse, and so violent, that we were
driven at the mercy of the tempest, and thought we should have been
lost. At break of day, however, the wind abated, the clouds
dispersed, and the sun brought fine weather back with it. We now
landed on an island, where we remained two days to take in some
provisions. Having done this, we again put to sea. After ten days
sail we began to hope to see land; for since the storm we had
encountered, I had altered my intention, and determined to return to
my kingdom, but I then discovered that my pilot knew not where we
were. In fact, a sailor on the tenth day, who was ordered to the
mast-head for the purpose of making discoveries, reported, that to
the right and left he could perceive only the sky and sea, which
bounded the horizon, but that straight before him he observed a
great blackness.
At this intelligence the pilot changed colour, and throwing his
turban on the deck with one hand, he struck his face with the other,
and then cried out, “Ah, sire, we are lost; not one of us can
possibly escape the danger in which we are; and with all my
experience, it is not in my power to ensure the safety of any
individual.” Having said this, he began to weep like one who
thought his destruction inevitable, and his despair spread an alarm
and fear through the whole vessel. I asked him what reason he had
for this despair. “Alas, sire,” he answered, “the tempest
which we have gone through, has so driven us from our track, that by
mid-day to-morrow we shall find ourselves near that blackness, which
is nothing but a black mountain, consisting entirely of a mass of
loadstone, that will soon attract our fleet, on account of the bolts
and nails in the ships. To-morrow, when we shall come within a
certain distance, the power of the loadstone will be so violent,
that all the nails will be drawn out and fasten to the mountain: our
ships will then fall in pieces and sink. As it is the property of a
loadstone to attract iron, and at the same time to increase its own
power by this attraction, the mountain towards the sea is entirely
covered with the nails that belonged to the infinite number of ships
which it has been the destruction of; and this at the same time both
preserves and augments its power or virtue.
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