The Desultory Man: Collection of Ancient and Modern British Novels and Romances. Vol. CXLVII.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Desultory Man: Collection of Ancient and Modern British Novels and Romances. Vol. CXLVII.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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"When a part of the English troops," he continued, "marched from
India, to co-operate with our army in Egypt, I eagerly seized the
opportunity thus offered of visiting in safety several interesting
countries, which I might never again have the means of seeing. I
easily obtained permission to accompany the army, and set out as upon
a party of pleasure; but before our landing, I was seized with a
violent fever; and all that my friend Colonel M---- could do for me,
was to leave me in charge of a respectable Arab, at Cossier, while the
army pursued its march towards the Nile. I need not repeat all that
has been said upon Arab hospitality; it is a well known fact, that the
highest degree of that virtue is to be found amongst a people, the
business of whose life is rapine and plunder. But my host was of a
very superior description: and having broken bread and eaten salt
together, I was, as he expressed himself, his brother, and truly as a
brother, did he treat me. He was a merchant, carrying on a
considerable trade in gums and spices, and every year he made a
journey into Egypt, where the luxury of the Mamelukes offered a ready
mart for his merchandize. It wanted but a short time to his annual
expedition, and when I had recovered from my illness, I was glad
enough to wait a few weeks, till such time as I could cross the desert
under the protection of his escort. When the time for our departure
arrived, we sat out, guarded by a tribe of the Arabs of the desert,
whom my friend and his companions hired as a protection to their
caravan. On our journey, as there was not water wherewith to perform
the ablutions prescribed by the Mahommedan religion, the dry sand of
the desert was used as a substitute; and observing my host, or, as I
may call him, my protector, for such indeed he was on every occasion,
I remarked, that with particular prayers, he took care to bare his
arms, and rub the sand from the tip of his little finger to the joint
of the elbow; but what most attracted my curiosity, was the appearance
of a leathern thong, serving to bind upon his arm a small leaden
tablet thickly engraved with a peculiar character, which I immediately
perceived to be neither Arabic nor Persian.
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