s the nature of a whirlpool to draw
down all substances that come within its vortex. The water pouring into
the bottom of the ship is but the vortex of a whirlpool reversed; and
the image of the saint, when it was thrown overboard to leeward of the
ship, which was pressed down upon it by the power of the wind, was
forced under the water, until it was taken into the vortex of the leak,
and naturally found its way into the hole."

"I dare say you are very right," answered the pacha, "but I don't
understand a word you have said."

"Such, your highness, were the adventures attending my Second Voyage,"
concluded the renegade, with an inclination of his head.

"And a very good voyage too! I like it better than your first.
Mustapha, give him ten pieces of gold: you will bring him here
to-morrow, and we will hear what happened in his third."

"You observe," said Mustapha, when the pacha had retired, "my advice was
good."

"Most excellent!" replied the renegade, holding out his hand for the
money: "To-morrow I'll lie like any barber."

VOLUME ONE, CHAPTER SEVEN.

"Keoda shefa midehed--God gives relief!" cried the pacha, as the divan
closed: and, certainly, during its continuance many had been relieved of
their worldly goods, and one or two from all future worldly thoughts or
wanderings.--"What have we to-day, Mustapha?"

"May your highness's shadow never be less!" replied the vizier. "Have
we not the slave who offered to lay his story at your sublime feet, on
the same evening that we met those sons of Shitan--Ali and Hussan, who
received the punishment merited by their enormous crimes? Have we not
also the manuscript of the Spanish slave, now translated by my faithful
Greek; who tells me that the words are flowing with honey, and their
music is equal to that of the bulbul when singing to his favourite
rose?"

"And the Giaour who relates his voyages and travels," interrupted the
pacha--"where is he? No kessehgou of our own race tells stories like
unto his."

"The Giaour is on the waters, your highness. He is a very _rustam_ on
board of a ship, and brings wealth to the _hazneh_ of your sublime
highness. He consulted the astrologers, and the stars were propitious.
To-morrow I expect he will return."

"Well, then, we must content ourselves with what is offered. Let the
slave approach, and we will listen to his story, since we cannot have
the wonderful tales of Huckaback."

"Whose dog was Lokman, to be com