extraordinary blessing had been conferred upon his family, made a great
entertainment and distributed alms to the poor, who were thus taught to
look upon such events as highly fortunate.
Upon another occasion Leo, returning from a celebrated mosque in one
of the suburbs, beheld another curious scene no less characteristic
of the manners of the times. In the area before a palace erected by a
Mameluke sultan, an immense populace was assembled, in the midst of whom
a troop of strolling players, with dancing camels, asses, and dogs, were
exhibiting their tricks, to the great entertainment of the mob, and even
of our traveller himself, who thought it a very pleasant spectacle.
Having first exhibited his own skill, the principal actor turned round
to the ass, and muttering certain words, the animal fell to the ground,
turning up his feet, swelling and closing his eyes as if at the last
gasp. When he appeared to be completely dead, his master, turning round
to the multitude, lamented the loss of his beast, and hoped they would
have pity upon his misfortune. When he had collected what money he
could,—“You suppose,” says he, “that my ass is dead. Not at all. The poor
fellow, well knowing the poverty of his master, has merely been feigning
all this while, that I might acquire wherewith to provide provender
for him.” Then approaching the ass, he ordered him to rise, but not
being obeyed, he seized a stick, and belaboured the poor creature most
unmercifully. Still no signs of life appeared. “Well,” said the man, once
more addressing the people, “you must know, that the sultan has issued an
order that to-morrow by break of day the whole population of Cairo are to
march out of the city to behold a grand triumph, the most beautiful women
being mounted upon asses, for whom the best oats and Nile water will be
provided.” At these words the ass sprang upon his feet with a bound, and
exhibiting tokens of extreme joy. “Ah, ha!” continued the mountebank; “I
have succeeded, have I? Well, I was about to say that I had hired this
delicate animal of mine to the principal magistrate of the city for his
little ugly old wife.” The ass, as if possessed of human feelings, now
hung his ears, and began to limp about as if lame of one foot. Then the
man said, “You imagine, I suppose, that the young women will laugh at
you.” The ass bent down his head, as if nodding assent. “Come, cheer up,”
exclaimed his master, “and tell me which of all the pretty women now
present you like best!” The animal, casting his eyes round the circle,
and selecting one of the prettiest, walked up to her, and touched her
with his head; at which the delighted multitude with roars of laughter
exclaimed, “Behold the ass’s wife!” At these words, the man sprang upon
his beast and rode away.
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