janizary of Cairo, was last come from hell, where there was not one devil, but thouſands, from a country of Kafrs that called themselves Muſſulmen; that he had walked through a desert where the earth was on fire and the wind was flame, and in fear of dying every day with thirſt and hunger.
The ſoldier who heard him talk in this disjointed, raving manner, deſired him to go with him to the Aga. This was the very thing that Iſmael wanted. He only deſired time to acquaint his companions. "Have you companions, says the soldier, from ſuch a country?"—"Companions! ſays ſsmael; what the devil! do you imagine I came this journey alone?"—"If the journey, says the man, is ſuch as you deſcribe it, I do not think many would go with you; well, go along with my companions, and I will seek yours, but how ſhall I find them?"—"Go, ſays Iſmael, to the palm-trees, and when you find the talleſt man you ever ſaw in your life, more ragged and dirty than I am, call him Yagoube, and deſire him to come along with you to the Aga."
The ſoldier accordingly found me ſtill ſitting at the root of the palm-tree. The ſervants, who had now ſatiſfied their thirſt, and were uncertain what was next to be done, were ſitting together at some diſtance from me. They began to feel their own wearineſſ, and were inclined to leave me to a little repoſe, which they hoped might enable me to overcome mine. For my own part, a dullneſſ and inſenſibility, an univerſal relaxation of ſpirits which I cannot deſcribe, a kind of ſtupor, or palſy of the mind, had overtaken me, almost to a deprivation of underſtanding. I
