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with wonderful swiftness fled away with him to the gates of Damascus in Syria, where they arrived just at the time when the officers of the mosques, appointed for that end, were calling the people to prayers at break of day. The perie laid Buddir ad Deen softly on the ground, close by the gate, and departed with the genie.

The gate of the city being opened, and many people assembled, they were surprised to see a youth lying in his shirt and drawers upon the ground. One said, “He has been hard put to it to get away from his mistress, that he could not get time to put on his clothes.” “Look,” said another, “how people expose themselves; sure enough he has spent most part of the night in drinking with his friends, till he has got drunk, and then, perhaps, having occasion to go out, instead of returning, is come this length, and not having his senses about him, was overtaken with sleep.”

Others were of another opinion; but nobody could guess what had been the real occasion of his coming thither.

A small puff of wind happening to blow at this time, uncovered his breast, which was whiter than snow. Every one being struck with admiration at the fineness of his complexion, they spoke so loud that they awaked him.

His surprise was as great as theirs, when he found himself at the gate of a city where he had never been before, and encompassed by a crowd of people gazing at him. “Inform me,” said he, “for God’s sake, where I am, and what you would have?” One of the crowd spoke to him saying, “Young man, the gates of the city were just now opened, and as we came out we found you lying here in this condition: have you lain here all night? and do not you know that you are at one of the gates of Damascus?” “At one of the gates of Damascus!” answered Buddir ad Deen, “surely you mock me. When I lay down to sleep last night I was at Cairo.” When he had said this, some of the people, moved with compassion for him, exclaimed, “It is a pity that such a handsome young man should have lost his senses;” and so went away.

“My son,” said an old man to him, “you know not what you say. How is it possible that you, being this morning at Damascus, could be last night at Cairo?” “It is true,” said Buddir ad Deen, “and I swear to you, that I was all day yesterday at Bussorah.” He had no sooner said this than all the people fell into a fit of laughter, and cried out, “He’s a fool, he’s a madman.” There were some, however, that pitied him because of his youth; and one among the company said to him, “My son, you must certainly be crazed, you do not consider what you say. Is it possible that a man could yesterday be at Bussorah, the same night at Cairo, and this morning at Damascus? Surely you are asleep still, come rouse up your spirits.” “What I say,” answered Buddir ad Deen Houssun, “is so true that last night I was married in the city of Cairo.”

All those who laughed before, could not forbear again at this declaration. “Recollect yourself,” said the same person who spoke before; “you must have dreamt all this, and the fancy still possesses your brain.” “I am sensible of what I say,” answered the young man. “Pray can you tell me how it was possible for me to go in a dream to Cairo, where I am very certain I was in person, and where my bride was seven times brought before me, each time dressed in a different habit, and where I saw an ugly hump backed fellow, to whom they intended to give her? Besides, I want to know what is become of my vest, my turban, and the bag of sequins I had at Cairo?”

Though he assured them that all these things were matters of fact, yet they could not forbear to laugh at him: which put him into such confusion, that he knew not what to think of all those adventures.

After Buddir ad Deen Houssun had confidently affirmed all that he said to be true, he rose up to go into the town, and every one who followed him called out, “A madman, a fool.” Upon this some looked out at their windows, some came to their doors, and others joined with those that were about him, calling out as they did, “A madman;” but not knowing for what. In this perplexity the affrighted young man happened to come before a pastry-cook’s shop, and went into it to avoid the rabble.

This pastry-cook had formerly been captain to a troop of Arabian robbers, who plundered the caravans; and though he was become a citizen of Damascus, where he behaved himself to every one’s satisfaction, yet he was dreaded by all who knew him; wherefore, as soon as he came out to the rabble who followed Buddir ad Deen, they dispersed.

The pastry-cook asked him who he was, and what brought him thither. Buddir ad Deen told him all, not concealing his birth, nor the death of his father the grand vizier. He afterwards gave him an account why he had left Bussorah; how, after he had fallen asleep the night following upon his father’s tomb, he found himself when he awoke at Cairo, where he had married a lady; and at last, in what amazement he was, when he found himself at Damascus, without being able to penetrate into all those wonderful adventures.

“Your history is one of the most surprising,” said the pastry-cook; “but if you will follow my advice, you will let no man know those matters you have revealed to me, but patiently wait till heaven thinks fit to put an end to your misfortunes. You shall be welcome to stay with me till then; and as I have no children, I will own you for my son, if you consent; after you are so adopted, you may freely walk the city, without being exposed any more to the insults of the rabble.”

Though this adoption was below the son of a grand vizier, Buddir ad Deen was glad to accept of the pastry-cook’s proposal, judging it the best thing he could do, considering his circumstances. The cook clothed him, called for witnesses, and went before a notary, where he acknowledged him for his son. After this, Buddir ad Deen lived with him under the name of Houssun, and learned the pastry-trade.

While this passed at Damascus, the daughter of Shumse ad Deen awoke, and finding Buddir ad Deen gone, supposed he had risen softly for fear of disturbing her, but would soon return. As she was in expectation of him, her father the vizier. (who was vexed at the affront put upon him by the sultan) came and knocked at her chamber-door, to bewail her sad destiny. He called her by her name, and she knowing him by his voice, immediately got up, and opened the door. She kissed his hand, and received him with so much pleasure in her countenance, that she surprised the vizier.

who expected to find her drowned in tears, and as much grieved as himself. “Unhappy wretch!” said he in a passion, “do you appear before me thus? after the hideous sacrifice you have just consummated, can you see me with so much satisfaction?”

The new bride seeing her father angry at her pleasant countenance, said to him, “For God’s sake, sir, do not reproach me wrongfully; it is not the humpback fellow, whom I abhor more than death, it is not that monster I have married. Every body laughed him to scorn, and put him so out of countenance, that he was forced to run away and hide himself, to make room for a noble youth, who is my real husband.” “What fable do you tell me?” said Shumse ad Deen, roughly. “What! Did not crook-back lie with you tonight?” “No, sir,” said she, “it was the youth I mentioned, who has large eyes and black eyebrows.” At these words the vizier.

lost all patience, and exclaimed in anger, “Ah, wicked woman! you will make me distracted!” “It is you, father,” said she, “that put me out of my senses by your incredulity.” “So, it is not true,” replied the vizier, “that humpback–-” “Let us talk no more of humpback,” said she, “a curse upon humpback. Father, I assure you once more, that I did not bed with him, but with my dear spouse, who, I believe, is not far off.”

Shumse ad Deen went out to seek him, but, instead of seeing Buddir ad Deen, was surprised to find humpback with his head on the ground, and his heels uppermost, as the genie had set him against the wall. “What is the meaning of this?” said he; “who placed you thus?” Crookback, knowing it to be the vizier.

answered, “Alas! alas! it is you then that would marry me to the mistress of a genie in the form of a buffalo.”

Shumse ad Deen Mabummud, when he heard humpback speak thus, thought he was raving, bade him move, and stand upon his legs. “I will take care how I stir,” said humpback, “unless the sun be risen. Know, sir, that when I came last night to your palace, suddenly a black cat appeared to me, and in an instant grew as big as a buffalo. I have not forgotten what he enjoined me, therefore you may depart, and leave me here.” The vizier. instead of going away, took him by the heels, and made him stand up, when humpback ran off, without looking behind him; and coming to the palace presented himself to the sultan, who laughed heartily when informed how the genie had served him.

Shumse ad Deen returned to his daughter’s chamber, more astonished than before. “My abused daughter,” said he, “can you give me no farther light in this miraculous affair?” “Sir,”

replied she, “I can give you no other account than I have done already. Here are my husband’s clothes, which he put off last night; perhaps you may find something among them that may solve your doubt.” She then shewed him Buddir ad Deen’s turban, which he examined narrowly on all sides, saying, “I should take this to be a vizier’s turban, if it were not made after the Bussorah fashion.” But perceiving something to be sewed between the stuff and the lining, he called for scissors, and having unripped it, found the paper which Noor ad Deen Ali had given to his son upon his deathbed, and which Buddir ad Deen Houssun had sewn in his turban for security.

Shumse ad Deen having opened the paper, knew his brother’s hand, and found this superscription, “For my son Buddir ad Deen Houssun.” Before he could make any reflections upon it, his daughter delivered him the bag, that lay under the garments, which he likewise opened, and found it full of sequins: for, notwithstanding all the liberality of Buddir ad Deen, it was still kept full by the genie and perie. He read the following words upon a note in the bag: “A thousand sequins belonging to Isaac the Jew.” And these lines underneath, which the Jew had written, “Delivered to my lord Buddir ad Deen Houssun, for the cargo of the first of those ships that formerly belonged to the noble vizier, his father, of blessed memory, sold to me upon its arrival in this place.” He had scarcely read these words, when he groaned heavily, and fainted away.

The vizier Shumse ad Deen being recovered from his fit by the aid of his daughter, and the women she called to her assistance; “Daughter,” said he, “do not alarm yourself at