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"D n his father!" replied the shreef; "I have talked to him, but these infidels have no prudence." Clapperton now called out, "A thousand thanks to you, my lord shreef." "May the blessings of God be upon you!" exclaimed the shreef. "Oh! Rais Abdallah, you are a beautiful man. I will go with you wherever you go. I was only speaking in jest to this dog."
The Moor's anger immediately subsided on learning that one of the slaves could speak Arabic. "Do you and your companions wish for freedom?" asked Rais Mourad, addressing himself to the Krooman. "We pray for it every hour." "Then tell that foolish man that freedom is not found here, that to obtain it he must move on along with me." The Krooman made the communication as desired.
He says that about eight on the morning of September 8, the day of Our Lady, the army set forth; some were to storm the town; another division was to remain under cover and protect the former if a sally was made by the English. The Maid, the Marshal de Rais, and De Gaucourt led the attack on the Porte St. Honoré. Standard in hand, the Maid leaped into the fosse near the pig market.
The whole country, indeed, will soon be full of banditti, unless some energetic measures are adopted, and we shall have no communication between this and Tripoli. All the routes are now considered unsafe. Rais assured me, he has applied to the Pasha for a few Turkish troops, but His Highness refused, on the plea of expense.
Rais Mustapha amused me by telling how that the Arabs watched the signs of immediate death, and just stuck the camel in the last agony of dissolution, in order that they might eat the flesh with an orthodox conscience. Camels are killed differently from other animals.
The testimony of the parents of the victims is heard, and Robin Guillaumet, acting sergeant-at-arms, the man who arrested the Marshal at Mâchecoul, reads the citation bidding Gilles de Rais appear.
The hope of liberty was glowing too brightly within their bosoms. This hope had not been inspired by anything that had been said or done by Rais Mourad, for they now placed no trust in the promises of any one.
I perceive the hot weather has dried up or torn off the flesh from my bones, and my feet are very skinny. Attribute this a good deal to the water. Rais is almost worn to a skeleton. This morning he called his servants to attest, how stout he was when he first came here. But as the heat is gone, I shall not now drink so much water.
A black from Timbuctoo was astonished at the whiteness of my skin, and swore I was bewitched. The Ghadamsee Moors eat sugar like children, and are as much pleased with a suck of it. The young men carry it about in little bags to suck. The Rais is sometimes called Bey by the people and sometimes Sultan, but by the low people, not the better classes.
The Rais has taken away all our victuals." The poor Arab went his way very queer and crestfallen. Speaking to a Moor of The Sahara, I said, "The Sahara is always healthy: look at these Touaricks, they are the children of The Desert." He replied, "The Sahara is the sea on land, and, like sea, is always more healthy than cultivated spots of the earth.
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