Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales -- Arab countries; Tales -- Arab countries
We left the shore, and advancing farther into the island, we found
some fruits and herbs, which we eat of, to prolong our lives as much
as possible, for we all expected to be sacrificed. As we walked, we
perceived at some distance a considerable edifice, towards which we
bent our way. It was a large and high palace, with a folding-door of
ebony, which opened as we pushed it. We entered the court-yard, and
facing us saw a vast apartment, with a vestibule, on one side of
which was a large heap of human bones, and on the opposite one a
number of spits for roasting. We trembled at this spectacle; and as
we were fatigued with walking, our legs failed us, and we fell on
the earth, where we remained a considerable time, unable to move
from fear.
The sun was setting; and while we were in the piteous state I have
described, the door of the apartment suddenly opened with a loud
noise, and the frightful figure of a black man, as tall as a large
palm-tree, came forward. In the middle of his forehead one eye, red
and fiery as a burning coal, stood alone: his front teeth were long
and sharp, and projected from his mouth, which was as wide as that
of a horse, with the under lip hanging on his breast: his ears
resembled those of an elephant, and covered his shoulders: and his
long and curved nails were like the talons of an immense bird. At
the sight of this hideous giant we all fainted, and remained a long
time like dead men.
At last, our senses returned, and we saw him seated under the
vestibule, examining us with his piercing eye. When he had viewed us
well, he advanced towards us, and having approached, he extended his
hand to me, and taking me up by the poll, turned me round all ways,
as a butcher would handle the head of a sheep. After having well
considered me, finding me so meagre, and little more than skin and
bone, he released me. He took up each of the others in their turn,
and examined them in the same manner, and as the captain was the
fattest of the party, he held him in one hand as I should a sparrow,
and with the other run a spit through his body: then kindling a
large fire he roasted him, and eat him for his supper in the
apartment whither he retired. Having finished his repast, he
returned to the vestibule, where he laid down to sleep, and snored
louder than thunder. He did not wake till the next morning, but we
passed the night in the most agonizing suspense; when day-light
returned the giant awoke, and went abroad, leaving us in the palace.
When we supposed him at some distance, we began to give vent to our
lamentations, for the fear of disturbing the giant had kept us
silent during the night. The palace resounded with groans. Although
we amounted to a considerable number, and had but one common enemy,
yet the idea of delivering ourselves by his death never occurred.
This enterprize, however difficult to accomplish, was, nevertheless,
the first we ought to have attempted.
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