The Life, Travels, and Literary Career of Bayard TaylorConwell, Russell H.
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The Life, Travels, and Literary Career of Bayard Taylor
Conwell, Russell H.
Taylor, Bayard, 1825-1878
He entered the port of Aden in the night, and was startled to look out on
the port in the morning and see such jagged masses of black rock shooting
up from the sand one thousand five hundred feet. It is another Gibraltar,
and shrewdly has England held by diplomacy what she obtained by such a
show of force. But the heat from the sand and barren rocks is so intense
that the quivers of a heated atmosphere are always visible, and very
injurious to the eyes. At the time of Mr. Taylor’s visit, the town and
the harbor were wretched and dangerous; but in 1870 the writer found a
neat village, with good hotels, and a spacious wharf. Mr. Taylor saw the
advantages of the port and predicted its growth. He mentioned the form,
features, and dispositions of the Arabians; and told what interest the
Parsees and Hindoos took in the local trade. He mentioned the articles of
commerce to be found there, and gave the prices.
There is not to be found in his letters to the “Tribune,” nor in his
book, “India, China, and Japan,” any mention of his sensations when
he saw, as he did at Aden, a fire-worshipper (Parsee) for the first
time. Being a poet by nature, and an admirer of Moore, he must have
been fascinated by the actual presence of a Gheber with whom he could
converse, and with whom he could change English money into the coin of
the country. How “Lalla Rookh” comes to the tongue’s end when we look a
fire-worshipper in the face and recognize the picture Moore had given of
him!
At Aden Mr. Taylor witnessed an incident which, to one so broadly
charitable and Christian, must have been most revolting. One of the
workmen, who had been loading the steamer with coal, was asleep in the
hold when the vessel started, and the officers finding him aboard after
they had put to sea, forced the poor native overboard and left him to
float ashore with the tide or perish in the waves. He whose land was the
world, whose brethren were all mankind, whose friends were the humblest
heathen as well as the titled official, looked back at the dark speck on
the waves, and tears filled his eyes.
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