Travels to Discover the Source of the Nile, Volume 4 (of 5): In the years 1768, 1769, 1770, 1771, 1772 and 1773Bruce, James
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Travels to Discover the Source of the Nile, Volume 4 (of 5): In the years 1768, 1769, 1770, 1771, 1772 and 1773
Bruce, James
Egypt -- Description and travel; Ethiopia -- Description and travel; Ethiopia -- History; Natural history -- Ethiopia; Nile River
Although I seldom, in my life, was less inclined to merriment, I
affected to break out into a loud fit of laughter; at which he looked
grave, seeming to take it ill, and asking me if I laughed at him?
"Exactly so, said I, at you; I was laughing to think that a man set
over a province to govern it, like you, should yet know so little of
mankind as to imagine one like me capable of turning renegado. You
may deny it for some purpose of your own, but I know you are well
informed of the degree of favour and honour in which I was whilst in
Abyssinia, where I had every thing that I desired. They were people of
my religion, and yet I never could consent either to stay with them
or marry among them. What then could be my inducement to marry here,
to change my religion, and live in a country where there is nothing
but poverty, misery, famine, fear, and dependence?" "Hearken, says he,
you are a fool; this country is a thousand times healthier and sweeter
than Abyssinia; but, since you wont take my advice, I shall say no
more; come and see my Harem[26]."--"With all my heart, replied I, as
far as that I will go, and shall be happy to do both you and your
family all the good I can."
The Shekh went before me, through several apartments, well
proportioned, but very meanly furnished, slovenly, and in bad order.
This was the part of the house that belonged to himself, and formed
one side of a square. We crossed the square to the opposite side,
where there were several apartments furnished in a much better style.
The floors were all covered with Turkey carpets. In an alcove sat one
of his wives upon the ground, with a number of black slaves about her.
Her face was uncovered; the circle made way for me; so that, first
putting my hand to my lips, I touched the end of her fingers with the
end of mine. In the mean time, the Shekh had brought a second wife
from another apartment, and set her down beside the first. They were
both women past the middle age, seemed to have a great many slaves
attending them, but never had been handsome. One of them, I learned
afterwards, was daughter to the first minister Shekh Adelan.
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