Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales -- Arab countries; Tales -- Arab countries
Instead of taking the rout of the Persian gulf, I passed again
through some of the provinces of Persia and the Indies, and arrived
at a sea-port, where I embarked in a good ship, with a captain who
was determined on making a long voyage. Long indeed it proved, but
at the same time so unfortunate, that the captain and the pilot lost
their way, and did not know how to steer. They at length got right
again, but we had no reason to rejoice on the occasion, for the
captain astonished us all, by suddenly quitting his post, and
uttering the most lamentable cries. He threw his turban on the
floor, tore his beard, and beat his head, as if his senses were
distracted. We asked, what had occasioned these signs of affliction,
“I am obliged to announce to you,” said he, “that we are in
the greatest peril. A rapid current carries the ship, and we shall
all perish in less than a quarter of an hour. Pray God to deliver us
from this imminent danger, for nothing can save us unless he takes
pity on us.” He then gave orders for setting the sails, but the
ropes broke in the attempt, and the ship, without a possibility of
managing it, was dashed to pieces by the current against the foot of
a rock, where it split and went to pieces; we had, however, time to
take precautions for our safety, and to disembark our provisions, as
well as the most valuable part of the lading.
This being effected, the captain said, “God’s will be done. Here
we may dig our graves, and bid each other an eternal farewell; for
we are in so desolate a place, that no one, who ever was cast on
this shore, returned to his own home.” This speech increased our
affliction and we embraced each other with tears in our eyes,
deploring our wretched fate.
The mountain, at the foot of which we were, formed one side of a
large and long island. This coast was covered with the remains of
vessels which had been wrecked on it; and by the infinity of bones,
which every where met the eye, we were convinced of the dreadful
certainty, that many lives had been lost in this spot. It is almost
incredible what quantities of merchandize of every sort were strewed
upon the shore. All these objects only served to increase our
despair.
In every other part, it is common for a number of small rivers to
discharge themselves into the sea, instead of which, here a large
river of fresh water takes its course from the sea, and runs along
the coast through a dark cave, the opening of which is extremely
high and wide. What is most remarkable in this place is, that the
mountain is composed of rubies, crystals, and other precious stones.
Here too, a kind of pitch, or bitumen, distils from the rock into
the sea, and the fishes eating it, return it again in the form of
ambergris, which the waves leave on the shore. The greatest part of
the trees are aloes, which are equal in beauty to those of Comari.
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