Captain John Smith eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 268 pages of information about Captain John Smith.

Captain John Smith eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 268 pages of information about Captain John Smith.

The geographer is not able to follow Captain Smith to Nalbrits.  Perhaps Smith himself would have been puzzled to make a map of his own career after he left Varna and passed the Black Sea and came through the straits of Niger into the Sea Disbacca, by some called the Lake Moetis, and then sailed some days up the River Bruapo to Cambria, and two days more to Nalbrits, where the Tyrnor resided.

Smith wrote his travels in London nearly thirty years after, and it is difficult to say how much is the result of his own observation and how much he appropriated from preceding romances.  The Cambrians may have been the Cossacks, but his description of their habits and also those of the “Crym-Tartars” belongs to the marvels of Mandeville and other wide-eyed travelers.  Smith fared very badly with the Tymor.  The Tymor and his friends ate pillaw; they esteemed “samboyses” and “musselbits” “great dainties, and yet,” exclaims Smith, “but round pies, full of all sorts of flesh they can get, chopped with variety of herbs.”  Their best drink was “coffa” and sherbet, which is only honey and water.  The common victual of the others was the entrails of horses and “ulgries” (goats?) cut up and boiled in a caldron with “cuskus,” a preparation made from grain.  This was served in great bowls set in the ground, and when the other prisoners had raked it thoroughly with their foul fists the remainder was given to the Christians.  The same dish of entrails used to be served not many years ago in Upper Egypt as a royal dish to entertain a distinguished guest.

It might entertain but it would too long detain us to repeat Smith’s information, probably all secondhand, about this barbarous region.  We must confine ourselves to the fortunes of our hero.  All his hope of deliverance from thraldom was in the love of Tragabigzanda, whom he firmly believed was ignorant of his bad usage.  But she made no sign.  Providence at length opened a way for his escape.  He was employed in thrashing in a field more than a league from the Tymor’s home.  The Bashaw used to come to visit his slave there, and beat, spurn, and revile him.  One day Smith, unable to control himself under these insults, rushed upon the Tymor, and beat out his brains with a thrashing bat—­“for they had no flails,” he explains—­put on the dead man’s clothes, hid the body in the straw, filled a knapsack with corn, mounted his horse and rode away into the unknown desert, where he wandered many days before he found a way out.  If we may believe Smith this wilderness was more civilized in one respect than some parts of our own land, for on all the crossings of the roads were guide-boards.  After traveling sixteen days on the road that leads to Muscova, Smith reached a Muscovite garrison on the River Don.  The governor knocked off the iron from his neck and used him so kindly that he thought himself now risen from the dead.  With his usual good fortune there was a lady to take interest in him—­“the good Lady Callamata largely supplied all his wants.”

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