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Updated: May 31, 2025
I was just at that moment in want of a speedy djin, and I at once get into his vehicle; besides, it will be an alleviation to my feelings, in this hour of departure, to take my last drive in company with a member of my family.
My djin had fastened up his little cart under a tree, and together we clambered the steep path on the slippery red soil. "We are going to the Garden of Flowers, are we not?" I inquired, anxious to ascertain if I had been understood. "Yes, yes," replied the djin, "it is up there, and quite near." The road turned, steep banks hemming it in and darkening it.
My djin had fastened his little cart under a tree, and together we climbed the steep path on the slippery red soil. "We are going to the Garden of Flowers, are we not?" I inquired, desirous to ascertain whether I had been understood. "Yes, yes," replied the djin, "it is up there, and quite near." The road turned, steep banks hemming it in and darkening it.
I was just at that moment in want of a speedy djin, and I at once got into his vehicle; besides, it was an alleviation to my feelings, in this hour of departure, to take my last drive in company with a member of my family.
"He is young," said Hamilton, "and not yet grown to himself now you, Bosambo, shall check men who are insolent to his face, and be to him as a strong right hand." "On my head and my life," said Bosambo, "yet, lord M'ilitani, I think that his day will find him, for it is written in the Sura of the Djin that all men are born three times, and the day will come when Bonzi will be born again."
What a steam-engine of a man my djin was! I had been accustomed to the Chinese runners, but they were nothing beside this fellow. When I part my oilcloth to peep at anything, he is naturally always the first object in my foreground; his two naked, brown, muscular legs, scampering along, splashing all around, and his bristling hedgehog back bending low in the rain.
One of the men says it is a djin, and wants to go back to Tangier, but Salam, whose loyalty outweighs his fears, declares that even though it be indeed a devil and eager to devour us, it cannot come within the charmed range of my revolver. Hence its regret, expressed so unpleasantly. I have had to confess to Salam that I have no proof that he is wrong.
Do the passers-by, gazing at this little dripping cart, guess that it contains a suitor in quest of a bride? At last my vehicle stops, and my djin, with many smiles and precautions lest any fresh rivers should stream down my back, lowers the hood of the cart; there is a break in the storm, and the rain has ceased.
In the first place, the great phantom of geological time rises before the student of this, as of all other, fragments of the history of our earth springing irrepressibly out of the facts, like the Djin from the jar which the fisherman so incautiously opened; and like the Djin again, being vaporous, shifting, and indefinable, but unmistakably gigantic.
On one side it skirted the mountain, all covered with a tangle of wet ferns; on the other appeared a large wooden house almost devoid of openings and of evil aspect; it was there that my djin halted. What, was that sinister-looking house the Garden of Flowers? He assured me that it was, and seemed very sure of the fact.
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