Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 05
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 05
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
The battle of the 21st broke, as I have said, the strength of the French
in Egypt; for, though they didn't surrender to us until about five
months after, they kept snug behind their walls, and we saw little more
of them. Our colonel had gone aboard of the frigate, desperately ill of
his wounds--so ill that it was several times reported he was dead; and
most of our men were suffering sadly from sore eyes ashore. But such of
us as escaped, had little to do, and we contrived to wile away the time
agreeably enough. Strange country, Egypt, master. You know, our people
have come from there; but, trust me, I could find none of my cousins
among either the Turks or the Arabs. The Arabs, master, are quite the
gipsies of Egypt: and Bill and I--but he paid dearly for them
afterwards, poor fellow--used frequently to visit such of their
straggling tribes as came to the neighbourhood of our camp. You, and the
like of you, master, are curious to see _our_ people, and how we get
on--and no wonder; and we were just as curious to see the Arabs. Toward
evening, they used to come in from the shore or the desert, in parties
of ten or twelve; and wild-looking fellows they were; tall, but not very
tall; thin, and skinny, and dark; and an amazing proportion of them
blind of an eye--an effect, I suppose, of the disease from which our
comrades were suffering so much. In a party of ten or twelve--and their
parties rarely exceeded a dozen--we found that every one of them had
some special office to perform. One carried a fishing net, like a
herring have; one, perhaps, a basket of fish, newly caught; one a sheaf
of wheat; one, a large copper basin, or rather platter; one, a bundle of
the dead boughs and leaves of the date tree; one, the implements for
lighting a fire; and so on. The first thing they always did, after
squatting down in a circle, was to strike a light; the next, to dig a
round pot-like hole in the sand, in which they kindle their fire. When
the sand has become sufficiently hot, they throw out the embers, and,
placing the fish, just as they had caught them, in the bottom of the
hole, heaped the hot sand over them, and the fire over that. The sheaf
of wheat was next untied, and each taking a handful, held it over the
flame till it was sufficiently scorched, and then rubbed out the grain
between their hands, into the copper plate. The fire was then drawn off
a second time, and the fish dug out, and, after rubbing off the sand,
and taking out the bowels, they sat down to supper. And such, master,
was the ordinary economy of the poorer tribes, that seemed drawn to the
camp merely by curiosity. Some of the others brought fruit and
vegetables to our market, and were much encouraged by our officers; but
a set of greater rascals never breathed. At first, several of our men
got flogged through them. They had a trick of raising a hideous outcry
in the market place for every trifle--certain, d'ye see, of attracting
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