“I stretched myself out upon the ground, and yielded without further struggle to my evil destiny.  What I suffered from thirst, hunger, and heat cannot be described.  At last I fell into a sort of trance, during which images of various kinds seemed to flit before my eyes.  How long I remained in this state I know not:  but I remember that I was brought to my senses by a loud shout, which came from persons belonging to a caravan returning from Mecca.  This was a shout of joy for their safe arrival at a certain spring, well known to them in this part of the desert.

“The spring was not a hundred yards from the spot where I lay; yet, such had been the fate of Murad the Unlucky, that he missed the reality, whilst he had been hours in pursuit of the phantom.  Feeble and spiritless as I was, I sent forth as loud a cry as I could, in hopes of obtaining assistance; and I endeavoured to crawl to the place from which the voices appeared to come.  The caravan rested for a considerable time whilst the slaves filled the skins with water, and whilst the camels took in their supply.  I worked myself on towards them; yet, notwithstanding my efforts, I was persuaded that, according to my usual ill-fortune, I should never be able to make them hear my voice.  I saw them mount their camels!  I took off my turban, unrolled it, and waved it in the air.  My signal was seen!  The caravan came towards me!

“I had scarcely strength to speak; a slave gave me some water, and, after I had drunk, I explained to them who I was, and how I came into this situation.

“Whilst I was speaking, one of the travellers observed the purse which hung to my girdle:  it was the same the merchant for whom I recovered the ring had given to me; I had carefully preserved it, because the initials of my benefactor’s name and a passage from the Koran were worked upon it.  When he give it to me, he said that perhaps we should meet again in some other part of the world, and he should recognise me by this token.  The person who now took notice of the purse was his brother; and when I related to him how I had obtained it, he had the goodness to take me under his protection.  He was a merchant, who was now going with the caravan to Grand Cairo:  he offered to take me with him, and I willingly accepted the proposal, promising to serve him as faithfully as any of his slaves.  The caravan proceeded, and I was carried with it.”

CHAPTER II

“The merchant, who was become my master, treated me with great kindness; but on hearing me relate the whole series of my unfortunate adventures, he exacted a promise from me that I would do nothing without first consulting him.  ‘Since you are so unlucky, Murad,’ said he, ’that you always choose for the worst when you choose for yourself, you should trust entirely to the judgment of a wiser or a more fortunate friend.’