The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 06 (of 10)
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The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 06 (of 10)
Fairy tales; Tales -- Arab countries
She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Sindbad the
Seaman continued:—So when I escaped drowning and reached the island
which afforded me fruit to eat and water to drink, I returned thanks to
the Most High and glorified Him; after which I sat till nightfall,
hearing no voice and seeing none inhabitant. Then I lay down, well-nigh
dead for travail and trouble and terror, and slept without surcease
till morning, when I arose and walked about under the trees, till I
came to the channel of a draw-well fed by a spring of running water, by
which well sat an old man of venerable aspect, girt about with a
waist-cloth[FN#60] made of the fibre of palm-fronds.[FN#61] Quoth I to
myself, “Haply this Shaykh is one of those who were wrecked in the ship
and hath made his way to this island.” So I drew near to him and
saluted him, and he returned my salam by signs, but spoke not; and I
said to him, “O nuncle mine, what causeth thee to sit here?” He shook
his head and moaned and signed to me with his hands as who should say,
“Take me on thy shoulders and carry me to the other side of the
well-channel.” And quoth I in my mind, “I will deal kindly with him and
do what he desireth; it may be I shall win me a reward in Heaven for he
may be a paralytic.” So I took him on my back and carrying him to the
place whereat he pointed, said to him, “Dismount at thy leisure.” But
he would not get off my back and wound his legs about my neck. I looked
at them and seeing that they were like a buffalo’s hide for blackness
and roughness,[FN#62] was affrighted and would have cast him off; but
he clung to me and gripped my neck with his legs, till I was well-nigh
choked, the world grew black in my sight and I fell senseless to the
ground like one dead. But he still kept his seat and raising his legs
drummed with his heels and beat harder than palm-rods my back and
shoulders, till he forced me to rise for excess of pain. Then he signed
to me with his hand to carry him hither and thither among the trees
which bore the best fruits; and if ever I refused to do his bidding or
loitered or took my leisure he beat me with his feet more grievously
than if I had been beaten with whips. He ceased not to signal with his
hand wherever he was minded to go; so I carried him about the island,
like a captive slave, and he bepissed and conskited my shoulders and
back, dismounting not night nor day; and whenas he wished to sleep he
wound his legs about my neck and leaned back and slept awhile, then
arose and beat me; whereupon I sprang up in haste, unable to gainsay
him because of the pain he inflicted on me. And indeed I blamed myself
and sore repented me of having taken compassion on him and continued in
this condition, suffering fatigue not to be described, till I said to
myself, “I wrought him a weal and he requited me with my ill; by Allah,
never more will I do any man a service so long as I live!” And again
and again I besought the Most High that I might die, for stress of
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