The next day, therefore, the sailor took on board the old man and a black slave, and for three months they sailed, until they once more reached the island of pearls. There they made fast the ship on the shore, and taking sacks, they ascended to the top of the mountain. Once arrived there, the old man made the same request to Abu’l Fawaris as before, namely, that he should go down into the pits and send up pearls.
The sailor replied that he was unacquainted with the place, and preferred that the old man should go down first, in order to prove that there was no danger. He answered that there was surely no danger; he had never in his life harmed even an ant, and he would of a certainty never send Abu’l Fawaris down into the pits if he knew any peril lay there. But the sailor was obstinate, saying that until he knew how to carry it out, he could not undertake the task.
So many pearls
Very reluctantly, therefore, the old man allowed himself to be low
Full of terror the sailor swam till he reached the other side of the mountain. There he met an old man who greeted him, and, after hearing his adventure, fed him and took him to his house. But soon, to his horror, Abu’l Fawaris found that this old man also was an ogre. With great cunning he told the ogre’s wife that he could make many useful implements for her house, and she persuaded her husband to save him. After many days in the house, he was sent away to the care of a shepherd, and put to guard sheep. Day by day he planned to escape, but there was only one way across the mountain and that was guarded.
Bring home some of the honey
One day, as he wandered in a wood, he found in the hollow trunk of a tree a store of honey, of which he told the shepherd’s wife when he went home. The next day, therefore, the woman sent her husband with Abu’l Fawaris, telling him to bring home some of the honey; but, on the way, the sailor leaped upon him and bound him to
But at the sound of his footsteps they raised their heads and called out “Who are you?” He told them that the shepherd had brought him and offered him hospitality. A great cry arose from them as they heard this. “Here,” they said, “is another unfortunate who has fallen, like ourselves, into the clutch of this monster. He is a vile creature, who in the guise of a shepherd goes about and seizes men and devours them. We are all merchants whom adverse winds have brought here. That div has seized us and keeps us in this fashion.”
With a groan the sailor thought that now at last he was undone. At that moment he saw the shepherd coming, saw him let the sheep into the garden, and then close the gateway with the stone before entering the kiosk. He was carrying a bag full of almonds, dates, and pistachio nuts, with which he approached, and, giving it to the sailor, he told him to share it with the others. Abu’l Fawaris could say nothing, but
In great terror the sailors saw their ship being carried like the wind against the mountain. Soon it was caught in the whirlpool, where the wrecks of ten thousand ancient ships were being carried around in the swirling current. The sailors and merchants in the ship crowded to Abu’l Fawaris, begging him to tell them what they could do. He cried out to them to prepare all the ropes which they had in the ship; he would then swim out of the whirlpool and on to the shore at the foot of the mountain, where he would make fast to some stout tree. Then they were to cast their ropes to him and so he would rescue them from their peril. By great good fortune the current cast him out upon the shore, and he made the rope of his ship fast to a stout tree.
Then, as soon as was possible, the sailor climbed to the top of the mountain in search of food, for neither he nor his shipmates had eaten for some days. When he reached the summit he found a pleasant plain stretching away in front of
Full of trouble and despondency, he sat down at the water’s brink, wondering what he was to do. As he gazed at the sea there came into view a ship, and he saw that it was filled with men. At sight of it the sailor leaped from his place; snatching his turban from his head, he waved it with all his might in the air, and shouted at the top of his voice. But as they approached he decided not to tell his rescuers the truth of his presence there; therefore when they landed and asked how he came to be on the island he told them that his ship had been wrecked at sea, that he had clung to a plank and been washed to the shore.
They praised his good fortune at his escape, and in reply to his ques-tions with regard to the place of their origin, told him that they had sailed from Abyssinia, and were then on their way to Hindustan. At this, Abu’l Fawaris hesitated, saying that he had no business in Hin-dustan. They assured him, however, that they would meet ships going to Basrah, an
I desire you to go down into this pit and send up sufficient pearls to fill these sacks. Half I will give to you, and we shall be able to spend the rest of our lives in luxury.” The sailor there-upon asked how the pearls had found their way into these pits, to which the old man replied that there was a passage connecting the pits with the sea. Along this passage oysters swam, and settled in the pits, where by chance he had come upon them. He explained further that he had only brought the sailor because he needed help; but he desired not to disclose the matter to any one else.
With great eagerness then the sailor descended into the pit, and there found oysters in great numbers. The old man let down a basket to him, which he filled again and again, until at last the merchant cried out that the oysters were useless, for they contained no pearls. Abu’l Fawaris therefore left that pit, and descended into another, where he found pearls in great number. By the time night fell
The author of the following story is unknown. It was gathered with others in Persia, brought to England and presented to the Bodleian Library.
The Story of The Sailor and the Pearl Merchant is a splendid example of the Persian story-teller’s fantastic and magical art.
The present version is from a translation by Reuben Levy, M.A., of MS. Ouseley 231, Bodleian Library. Copyright, 1923, by Oxford University Press, by whose permission it is here reprinted.
The Sailor and The Pearl Merchant
It is related that in the city of Basrah there was a man, Abu’l Fawaris, who was the chief of the sailors of the town, for in the great ocean there was no port at which he had not landed. One day, as he sat on the seashore, with his sailors round him, an old man arrived in a ship, landed where Abu’l Fawaris was sitting, and said: “Friend, I desire you to give me your ship for six months, and I will pay you whatever you desire.” “I demand a thousan
well,” said the Landgrave, and at his command the aforesaid notabilities
appeared. Ulenspiegel took his stand in front of the curtain, which was still
Lord Landgrave,” he said “and you, Madame the Landgravine, and you, my Lord of
Luneburg, and you others, fine ladies and valiant captains, know that behind
this curtain have I portrayed to the best of my abilities, your faces, every
one warlike or gentle, as the case may be. It will be quite easy for each one
of you to recognize himself. And that you are anxious to see yourselves is only
natural. But I pray you, have patience and suffer me to speak a word or two
before the curtain is drawn. Know this, fair ladies and valiant captains: all
you that are of noble blood shall behold my paintings and rejoice. But if there
be any among you that is of low or humble birth, such an one will see nothing
but a blank wall. So there! And now, have the goodness to open wide your noble
lady went away, and now there appeared a young maid-of- honor, fair, fresh and
comely, only that she lacked three teeth under her upper lip.
painter,” said she, “if you do not paint me smiling and showing through my
parted lips a perfect set of teeth, I’ll have you chopped up into small pieces
at the hands of my gallant. There he is, look at him.”
she pointed to that captain of artillery who a while ago had been playing dice
on the palace steps. And she went her way.
procession continued until at last Ulenspiegel was left alone with the
Landgrave. The Landgrave said to him, “My friend, let me warn you that if your
painting has the misfortune to be inaccurate or false to all these various
physiognomies by so much as a single feature, I will have your throat cut as if
you were a chicken.”
I am to have my head cut off,” thought Ulenspiegel, “if I am to be drawn and
quartered, chopped up into small pieces a
Mysterious Picture is found in Section 33 of the First Book. Translated by
Geoffrey Whitworth in the volume, The Legend of Tyl Ulenspiegel, published by
Chatto and Windus, by whose permission it is here used. There is no title in
The Mysterious Picture
two captains of artillery were playing dice upon the steps of the palace, and
one of them, a red-haired man of gigantic stature, soon noticed Ulenspiegel as
he approached modestly upon his ass, gazing down upon them and their game.
do you want?” said the captain, “you fellow, with your starved pilgrim’s face?”
am extremely hungry,” answered Ulenspiegel, “and if I am a pilgrim, it is
against my will.”
you are hungry,” replied the captain, “go, eat the next gallows- cord you come
to, for such cords are prepared for vagabonds like you.”
Captain,” answered Ulenspiegel, “only give me the f