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Updated: May 10, 2025
You may say, "How, then, did Mahmoud build a house?" He did not. He lived in a tent. "But," you continue, "what did he do about drinking?" Well, it was Mahmoud's habit to go to a place where he knew that by scratching a little he would find bad water, and there he would scratch a little and find it, and, being an abstemious man, he needed but a drop.
Then Monty and Fred got their men together and swung them down into the pass to cover Rustum Khan's retreat when the charge should have spent itself. The Rajput had managed to demoralize the Turkish infantry, but Mahmoud's guns were in the rear, far out of reach.
Beyond Dongola, at a place appointed, other camels would await them, if Mahmoud's tribesmen there kept faith. For two days and nights Macnamara had not slept, for forty-six hours he had been constantly in the saddle, but Mahommed Mahmoud allowed him neither sleep nor rest. Dongola came at last, lying far away on their right. With Dongola, fresh camels; and the desert flight began again.
Shortly after Mahmoud's death the prosperity of the firm had already given rise to a new proverb, and men said: "Do you think I am Mahmoud's-Nephew?" when they were asked to lend money or in some other way to jeopardize a few coppers in the service of God or their neighbour.
Beyond Dongola, at a place appointed, other camels would await them, if Mahmoud's tribesmen there kept faith. For two days and nights Macnamara had not slept, for forty-six hours he had been constantly in the saddle, but Mahommed Mahmoud allowed him neither sleep nor rest. Dongola came at last, lying far away on their right. With Dongola, fresh camels; and the desert flight began again.
It was Mahmoud's voice now that quavered over the heads of the camels and drove them on; it was his eye which watched the horizon. The hours went by, and no living thing appeared in the desert, save a small cloud of vultures, heavy from feasting on a camel dead in the waste, and a dark-brown snake flitting across their path.
Cleobulus, praising "moderation in all things," would glorify a moral warning of universal application, as to pleasures, riches, and rank; or especially perhaps as preferring true temperance before its modern tee-total false pretences; or lauding some Richard Cromwell's choice of a quiet country life, before the turbulent honours of a proffered Protectorate; while Thales, with his all but old English proverb of "more haste, less speed," would apply admirably to Sultan Mahmoud's ruinous reforms; or to the actual injury gulled Britain has done to the condition of negroes in general by a vastly too precipitate abolition of the slave-trade: a vile evil, indeed, but a cancer of too long creeping to be cured in a day, a rottenness too deeply seated in the frame-work of the world to be extirpated by such caustic surgery as fire and sword; or to be quacked into health by patent gold-salve.
Mystification A Grotesque Dinner-Party Mahmoud and Eblis Fun and Frolic Mahmoud's Antics A Perak Jungle The Poetry of Tropical Life Village Life The Officials of the Mosques A Moslem Funeral The "Royal Elephant" Swimming the Perak The Village of Koto-lamah A "Pirate's Nest" Rajah Dris I fear that the involvement and confusion of dates in this letter will be most puzzling.
Mahmoud's whole family were comfortably planted around him. We went to the great Bazaar in Stamboul, of course, and I shall not describe it further than to say it is a monstrous hive of little shops thousands, I should say all under one roof, and cut up into innumerable little blocks by narrow streets which are arched overhead.
"Do you know her?" he whispered in Mahmoud's ear. "No! I do not," was the reply. "Then I must tell you that it is Leonisa." "What do you say, Ricardo?" exclaimed Mahmoud. "I say it is Leonisa." "Say no more; fortune is proving your friend, and all is turning out for the best, for she is to remain in my master's custody." "What think you? Shall I place myself where I may be seen by her?"
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