CHAPTER III

Into what hands Hajji Baba falls, and the fortune which his razors

proved to him.

The distribution of their prisoners which had been made by the

Turcomans, turned out to be so far fortunate, that Osman Aga and I

fell into the hands of one master, the savage robber whom I have before

mentioned. He was called _Aslan Sultan_,[7] or Lion Chief, and proved

to be the captain of a considerable encampment, which we reached almost

immediately after descending from the mountains into the plain. His

tents were situated on the borders of a deep ravine, at the bottom of

which flowed a stream that took its rise in a chain of neighbouring

hills; and green pastures, teeming with cattle, were spread around as

far as the eye could reach. Our other fellow sufferers were carried into

a more distant part of the country, and distributed among the different

tribes of Turcomans who inhabit this region.

At our appearance the whole encampment turned out to look at us, whilst

our conqueror was greeted with loud welcomes, we were barked at and

nearly devoured by a pack of large sheep dogs, who had soon selected

us out as strangers. My master’s green shawl had hitherto procured some

degree of respect; but the chief wife, or the _Banou_,[8] as she was

called, was seized at first sight with a strong desire to possess it;

so he was with no other covering to his head than his padded _caoûk_,

or tiara, which contained his money. That too was longed for by another

wife, who said that it would just do to stuff the pack-saddle which

had galled her camel’s back, and it was taken from his head and thrown,

among other lumber into a corner of the tent. He did all he could to

keep possession of this last remnant of his fortune, but to no purpose;

in lieu of it he received an old sheep-skin cap, which had belonged to

some unfortunate man, who, like us, had been a prisoner, and who had

lately died of grief and wretchedness.

My master having been installed in the possession of the dead man’s cap,

was soon appointed to fill his situation, which was that of tending the

camels, when they were sent to feed upon the mountains, and, as he was

fat and unwieldy, there was no apprehension of his running away. As for

me, I was not permitted to leave the tents, but was, for the present,

employed in shaking the leather bags which contained the curds from

which butter was made.

In order to celebrate the success of the expedition, an entertainment

was given by the chief to the whole encampment. A large cauldron,

filled with rice, was boiled, and two sheep were roasted whole. The

men, consisting of our chief’s relations, who came from the surrounding

tents, and most of whom had been at the attack of our caravan, were

assembled in one tent, whilst the women were collected in another. After

the rice and the sheep had been served up to the men, they were carried

to the women, and when they had done, the shepherds’ boys were served,

and, after they had devoured their utmost, the bones and scrapings of

dishes were given to us and the dogs. But, when I was waiting with great

anxiety for our morsel, having scarcely tasted food since we were taken,

I was secretly beckoned to by one of the women, who made me screen

myself behind a tent, and setting down a dish of rice, with a bit of

sheep’s tail in it, which was sent, she said, by the chief’s wife,

who pitied my misfortune, and bade me be of good courage, hurried away

without waiting for my acknowledgements.

The day was passed by the men in smoking, and relating their adventures,

and by the women in singing and beating the tambourine, whilst my poor

master and I were left to ponder over our forlorn situation. The mark of

favour which I had just received had set my imagination to work, and

led me to consider my condition as not entirely desperate. But in vain I

endeavoured to cheer up the spirits of my companion; he did not cease

to bewail his hard fate. I brought to his mind that constant refuge of

every true Mussulman in grief, ‘_Allah kerim!_--God is merciful!’ His

answer was, ‘Allah kerim, Allah kerim, is all very well for you who had

nothing to lose; but in the meantime I am ruined for ever.’ His greatest

concern seemed to be, the having failed to secure the profits which he

had expected to make on his lamb-skins, and he passed all his time in

calculating, to the utmost farthing, what had been his losses on this

occasion. However, we were soon to be parted. He was sent off the

next day to the mountains, in charge of a string of fifty camels, with

terrible threats from the chief that his nose and ears should pay for

the loss of any one of them, and that if one died, its price should be

added to the ransom money which he hereafter expected to receive for

him. As the last testimony of my affection for him, I made him sit

down on a camel’s pack-saddle, and, with some water from a neighbouring

spring, and a piece of soap, which, together with my razors, I had saved

from the wreck of our fortunes, shaved him in the face of the whole

camp.[9] I very soon found that this exhibition of my abilities and

profession might be productive of the greatest advantage to my future

prospects. Every fellow who had a head to scratch immediately found out

that he wanted shaving, and my reputation soon reached the ears of the

chief, who called me to him, and ordered me to operate upon him without

loss of time. I soon went to work upon a large head that exhibited the

marks of many a sword cut, and which presented as rough a surface as

that of the sheep dogs aforementioned. He who had been accustomed to

have his hair clipped, perhaps, with the same instrument that sheared

his sheep, and who knew of no greater luxury than that of being

mutilated by some country barber, felt himself in paradise under my

hand. He freely expressed his satisfaction and his approbation of my

services, said, on feeling his head, that I had shaved him two days’

march under the skin, swore that he never would accept of any ransom for

me, be it what it might, and that I should, henceforth, be entitled to

the appointment of his own body barber. I leave the gentle reader to

guess what were my feelings upon this occasion. Whilst I stooped down

and kissed the knee of this my new master, with every appearance of

gratitude and respect, I determined to make use of the liberty which the

confidence reposed in me might afford, by running away on the very

first favourable opportunity. From being so often near the person of the

chief, I soon began to acquire great ascendancy over him; and although

I was still watched with care, yet I could already devise plans,

which appeared to me to be practicable, for escaping from this hateful

servitude into which I was thrown, and I felt in a less degree than

another would have done the drudgery and wretchedness of my situation.

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