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Updated: May 15, 2025
On the other side of the grave were ancient verses, also very worn. As much as Chinn could decipher said: ....the savage band Forsook their Haunts and b.....is Command ....mended..rais check a...st for spoil. And.s.ing Hamlets prove his gene....toil. Humanit...survey......ights restor.. A Nation..ield..subdued without a Sword.
I should be sorry to attempt either to prove or contradict the charge. All the documents are in possession of the family of the late Colonel Warrington. We must suspend our opinion until they are published, which I trust will not be long. Afterwards visited the Rais, who is, like myself, very fond of the Touatee.
"At Chantelou, it is Pierre Badieu, mercer of the parish, who says that a year or thereabouts ago, he saw, in the domain de Rais, 'two little children of the age of nine who were brothers and the children of Robin Pavot of the aforesaid place, and since that time neither have they been seen neither doth any know what hath become of them.
"All right," returned Rais Ali, "yoo wash yours faces an' holds your tongue."
It was dated the 24th, or the day fixed for departure. The Rais astonished me to-day, by telling me, he had bastinadoed twice my taleb, Ben Mousa, for dishonesty. I absolutely thought the Rais was joking, for the Rais and the taleb seemed always pretty good friends. I knew Ben Mousa was not extremely delicate, and would sometimes sit down with Said and eat his dinner away from him.
This evening was glad to go with the Rais to see the ruins of Kesar-El-Ensara, قصر الانصرا, "The Castle of the Christians," although I had seen them often before. It was a great relief to me. The Rais put his head down to the vaults under the ruins to listen to the conversation of the Jenoun, or "Demons." His Excellency said he thought he heard the Demons talking.
At last, about 1 P.M., I found myself upon the quarter-deck. "Dawwir el farman," shift the yard! I shouted with a voice of thunder. The answer was a general hubbub. "He surely will not sail in a sea like this?" asked the trembling Captain of my companions. "He will!" sententiously quoth the Hammal, with a Burleigh nod. "It blows wind " remonstrated the Rais.
I have said so much about Rais Mustapha, that I must now give a personal description of his Excellency, before I take leave of him and of Ghadames. First of all, Rais is not a military man; he is a civil servant of the Porte, and receives his pay direct from the Sultan.
My taleb calls the season khareef, "autumn;" and says the fruits of heaven which are always ripe have nevertheless a peculiar ripeness at this period. Staring at him, he continued, "Yes, there is a greater correspondence between earth and heaven than people think." I was recommended this taleb by the Rais. He writes my Arabic letters for The Desert; he calls himself Mohammed Ben Mousa Bel Kasem.
"Her's at 'ome, safe," said Rais Ali, touching a formidable key which was stuck in his silken girdle. "What! have you locked her up?" "Yis 'bleeged to do so for keep her safe." "Not alone, I hope?" said Mrs Langley. "No, not 'lone. Her's got a bootiflul cat, an' I means buy her a little nigger boy soon."
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