Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales -- Arab countries; Tales -- Arab countries
They returned, and we perceived that they each had an enormous piece
of rock in their claws. When they were exactly over our ship, they
stopped, and, suspending themselves in the air, one of them let fall
the piece of rock he held. By the address of the pilot, who suddenly
turned the vessel, it did not tumble on us, but fell close to us
into the sea, in which it made such a chasm, that we could almost
see the bottom. The other bird, unfortunately for us, let his piece
of rock fall so immediately on the ship, that it broke and split it
into a thousand pieces. The sailors and passengers were all either
crushed to death or drowned. I was myself under water for some time,
but rising again to the surface, I had the good fortune to seize a
piece of the wreck. Thus, swimming sometimes with one hand and
sometimes with the other, still holding what I had fixed myself to,
and having the wind and current both in my favour, I at length
reached an island, where the shore was very steep. I nevertheless
overcame this difficulty, and got on land.
I seated myself on the grass to rest from my fatigue, after which I
arose, and advanced into the island, to reconnoitre the ground. It
seemed to be in a delicious garden; wherever I turned my eyes I saw
beautiful trees, some loaded with green, others with ripe fruits,
and transparent streams meandering between them. I eat of the
fruits, which I found to be excellent, and quenched my thirst at the
inviting brooks.
Night being arrived, I laid down on the grass in a convenient spot,
but I did not sleep an hour at a time; my sleep was continually
interrupted by the fear of being alone in such a desert place, so
that I employed the greatest part of the night in lamenting and
reproaching myself for the imprudence of venturing from home, when I
had every thing to make me comfortable there. These reflections led
me so far, that I began to form a project against my life; but day
returning with its cheerful light, dissipated my gloomy ideas. I
arose, and walked amongst the trees, though not without some degree
of apprehension.
When I had advanced a little way in the island, I perceived an old
man, who appeared much broken down. He was seated on the bank of a
little rivulet; at first, I supposed he might be, like myself,
shipwrecked. I approached and saluted him, to which he made no other
return than a slight inclination of the head. I asked him what he
was doing, but instead of replying, he made signs to me to take him
on my shoulders, and cross the brook, making me understand that he
wanted to gather some fruit.
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