, and
would remove many doubts. But I have an infidel in the court-yard who
telleth of strange things. He hath been caught like a wild beast; it is
a Frank Galiongi, who hath travelled as far as that son of Shitan,
Huckaback; he was found in the streets, overpowered by the forbidden
juice, after having beaten many of your highness's subjects, and the
cadi would have administered the bamboo, but he was as a lion, and he
scattered the slaves as chaff, until he fell, and could not rise again.
I have taken him from the cadi, and brought him here. He speaketh but
the Frankish tongue, but the sun who shineth on me knoweth I have been
in the Frank country; and Inshallah! please the Lord, I can interpret
his meaning."

"What sort of a man may he be, Mustapha?"

"He is a baj baj--a big belly--a stout man; he is an anhunkher, a
swallower of iron. He hath sailed in the war vessels of the Franks. He
holdeth in one hand a bottle of the forbidden liquor, in the other, he
shakes at those who would examine him, a thick stick. He hath a large
handful of the precious weed which we use for our pipes in one of his
cheeks, and his hair is hanging behind, down to his waist, in a rolled
up mass, as thick as the arm of your slave."

"It is well--we will admit him; but let there be armed men at hand. Let
me have a full pipe! God is great," continued the pacha, holding out
his glass to be filled; "and the bottle is nearly empty. Place the
guards, bring in the infidel."

The guards in a few minutes brought into the presence of the pacha, a
stout-built English sailor, in the usual dress, and with a tail which
hung down behind, below his waist. The sailor did not appear to like
his treatment; and every now and then, as they pushed and dragged him
in, turned to one side or the other, looking daggers at those who
conducted him. He was sober, although his eyes bore testimony to recent
intoxication, and his face, which was manly and handsome, was much
disfigured by an enormous quid of tobacco in his right cheek, which gave
him an appearance of natural deformity. As soon as he was near enough
to the pacha, the attendants let him go. Jack shook his jacket, hitched
up his trousers, and said, looking furiously at them, "Well, you
beggars, have you done with me at last?"

Mustapha addressed the sailor in English, telling him that he was in the
presence of his highness the pacha.

"What, that old chap, muffled up in shawls and furs--is he