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dreadful thoughts, I beseech you, and tell me what object 
that is in the distance. There ! don’t you see something like 
a stone box ?” 
Yusef. —“ I do, most certainly. That, your excellency, is 
not a stone box, but a mill—the famous Mill of Malaha— 
where this night you shall sleep soundly, or my name’s not 
Badra, the Destroyer of Bobbers !” 
From all I had heard respecting the accommodations of 
the mill, I naturally supposed that it was an extensive estab¬ 
lishment kept by some wealthy miller, who, for the purpose 
of enjoying society in this remote region, had built an addition 
to it, where he entertained travelers of distinction, and per¬ 
haps furnished them with choice bread and wine of his own 
manufacture. I need not say that I was a little disappointed 
when we rode up and took a general survey of the premises. 
But as this again is an important matter, involving adven¬ 
tures of a very stirring character, I must reserve it for another 
chapter. 
