The Literature of Arabia: With Critical and Biographical Sketches by Epiphanius Wilson
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The Literature of Arabia: With Critical and Biographical Sketches by Epiphanius Wilson
Arabic literature
After a vain search he fumbled about till he found the door, and fled
out of it howling frightfully. As for us, when he was gone we made haste
to leave the fatal castle, and, stationing ourselves beside our rafts,
we waited to see what would happen. Our idea was that if, when the sun
rose, we saw nothing of the giant, and no longer heard his howls, which
still came faintly through the darkness, growing more and more distant,
we should conclude that he was dead, and that we might safely stay upon
the island and need not risk our lives upon the frail rafts. But alas!
morning light showed us our enemy approaching us, supported on either
hand by two giants nearly as large and fearful as himself, while a crowd
of others followed close upon their heels. Hesitating no longer we
clambered upon our rafts and rowed with all our might out to sea. The
giants, seeing their prey escaping them, seized up huge pieces of rock,
and wading into the water hurled them after us with such good aim that
all the rafts except the one I was upon were swamped, and their luckless
crews drowned, without our being able to do anything to help them.
Indeed I and my two companions had all we could do to keep our own raft
beyond the reach of the giants, but by dint of hard rowing we at last
gained the open sea. Here we were at the mercy of the winds and waves,
which tossed us to and fro all that day and night, but the next morning
we found ourselves near an island, upon which we gladly landed.
There we found delicious fruits, and having satisfied our hunger we
presently lay down to rest upon the shore. Suddenly we were aroused by a
loud rustling noise, and starting up, saw that it was caused by an
immense snake which was gliding towards us over the sand. So swiftly it
came that it had seized one of my comrades before he had time to fly,
and in spite of his cries and struggles speedily crushed the life out of
him in its mighty coils and proceeded to swallow him. By this time my
other companion and I were running for our lives to some place where we
might hope to be safe from this new horror, and seeing a tall tree we
climbed up into it, having first provided ourselves with a store of
fruit off the surrounding bushes. When night came I fell asleep, but
only to be awakened once more by the terrible snake, which after hissing
horribly round the tree at last reared itself up against it, and finding
my sleeping comrade who was perched just below me, it swallowed him
also, and crawled away leaving me half dead with terror.
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