Far Off eBook

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These angry Arabs were hidden among the rocks and hills; and every now and then they came suddenly out of their hiding-places, and with a loud voice threatened to punish Suleiman.

How much alarmed the travellers were! but none more than Suleiman himself.  He requested the clergyman to travel during the whole night, in order the sooner to get out of the reach of the enemy.  The clergyman promised to go as far as he was able.  What a journey it was!  No one durst speak aloud to his companions, lest the enemies should be hidden among the rocks close by, and should overhear them.  At midnight the whole company pitched their tents by the coast of the Red Sea.  Early in the morning the minister went alone to bathe in its smooth waters.  After he had bathed, and when he was just going to return to the tents, he was startled by hearing the sound of a gun.  The sound came from the midst of a small grove of palm-trees close by.  Alarmed, he ran back quickly to the tents:  again he heard the report of a gun:  and again a third time.  The travellers, Arabs and all, were gathered together, expecting an enemy to rush out of the grove.  But where was Suleiman?  He had gone some time before into the grove of palm-trees to talk to the enemies.

Presently the traveller saw about forty Arabs leave the grove and go far away.  But Suleiman came not.  So the minister went into the grove to search for him, and there he found—–­not Suleiman—­but his dead body!

There it lay on the ground, covered with blood.  The minister gazed upon the dark countenance once so joyful, and he thought it looked as if the poor Arab had died in great agony.  It was frightful to observe the number of his wounds.  Three balls had been shot into his body by the gun which went off three times.  Three great cuts had been made in his head; his neck was almost cut off from his head, and his hand from his arm!  How suddenly was the proud Arab laid low in the dust!  All his delights were perished forever.  Suleiman had been promised a new dress of gay colors at the end of the journey; but he would never more gird a shawl round his active frame, or fold a turban round his swarthy brow.  The Arabs wrapped their beloved master in a loose garment, and placing him on his beautiful camel, they went in deep grief to a hill at a little distance.  There they buried him.  They dug no grave; but they made a square tomb of large loose stones, and laid the dead body in the midst, and then covered it with more stones.  There Suleiman sleeps in the desert.  But the day shall come when “the earth shall disclose her blood, and shall no more cover her slain:”  and then shall the blood of Suleiman and his slain body be uncovered, and his murderer brought to judgment.[3]

    [3] Extracted chiefly from “The Pastor’s Memorial,” by the Rev.
        G. Fisk.  Published by R. Carter & Brothers.


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