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knew little about it himself: the end he knew. He awoke 

 from a dream of madness and found himself standing 

 over the dead body of his superior, and the fair but life- 

 less form of his Syrian girl. Her soul had fled from her 

 polluted body, and he had avenged her wrong with his 

 own life. He was seized, bound, beaten till life was well- 

 nigh gone, and then escaped and crawled back a weary 

 way to the sea-coast, and — he scarcely knew how — found 

 himself in Egypt. There again he was apprehended; 

 but by chance an appeal to Ibrahim Pacha in person, as 

 he rode through the streets, resulted in his discharge and 

 freedom. He had been a sailor on the river ever since. 

 He was not married — he did not wish to be yet — perhaps 

 he might some clay — and at this point in his story the 

 boat brought up with a short jerk on a sand-bank. Has- 

 sanein sprang to his helm, and shouted to wake up Has- 

 san Shelalee, who was the responsible pilot above the first 

 Cataract. The men were overboard in a few moments, 

 and the usual scene ensued — a great deal of shouting, an 

 immense deal of swearing (for Mussulmen swear like 

 troopers, though travelers are given to calling their nu- 

 merous exclamations very devout, which consist of com- 

 pounds of the name of God), and a little lifting— at length 

 she floated, and all were silent again, and I gathered my 

 cloak around me and sank quietly to sleep. 



I think that while this memory flashed before me I fell 

 asleep on the logs. I awoke with a start, listened to the 

 curious sounds of the night, then threw myself clown by 

 the Baron's side on the boughs under the bark shelter 

 and slept with serenity. 



Day had not fairly broken when I awoke and roused the 

 Baron. We desired to try the early morning fishing ; 

 and after a dash in the cold water and a cup of delicious 



