PENKONDA. 
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descend a thousand generations, to be loathed and 
accursed among the future inhabitants of Penkonda. 
Speak, dog ; hut not with a vain hope to save thy 
abhorred life ; for I see that, if not an utter infidel, 
thou rt worse, — a follower of the false Prophet of 
Ishmael ; and, therefore, thy doom is sealed. Speak 
quickly, thou most loathsome descendant of a race 
of pigs !” 
The Moslem was unmoved by the Raja’s rage, and 
smiling calmly, he replied — “ My name, most re- 
spectable Drooghi Raial, is Fakhir-ud-Deen. I am 
a devout worshipper of the true God, whose prophet 
is Mohummed. If you would put your mistaken 
faith in competition with that for which I am ever 
ready to die, if you would distinguish between 
darkness and light, command yon vaunting priest of 
Pennakoel to give life and proportion to these scat- 
tered bones and sinews.” 
« Wretch !” screamed the incensed Raja, “ dost 
thou dare to ridicule our sacred things, and pour 
contempt upon the holy Brahmin ? Of what use are 
these remnants of thy impious feast, without the 
breathing life ? ” 
“ Good Drooghi Raial,” replied the stranger, 
u restrain thy impotent wrath ; and, if you would 
behold truth, he pleased to command your extraor- 
dinary priest to do what I have named.” 
Hereupon the reproved Raja enquired of the Brah- 
min if he could perform the required miracle ; and 
