CHAPTER XI

History of Dervish Sefer, and of two other dervishes.

When we had again collected ourselves together, each with a pipe in his

hand, seated with our backs against the wall, in a room, the window of

which opened into a small square planted with flowers, Dervish Sefer, as

the acknowledged head of our society, began his story in the following

words:

‘I am the son of the Lûti Bashi, or head Merry-Andrew of the Prince

of Shiraz, by a celebrated courtezan of the name of _Taous_, or the

Peacock. With such parents, I leave you to imagine the education which

I received. My principal associates, during my infancy, were the monkeys

and bears that belonged to my father and his friends, and, perhaps,

it is to the numerous tricks in which they were instructed, and to the

facility with which they learnt them, that I am indebted for the talent

of mimicry that has been of so much use to me through life. At fifteen I

was an accomplished lûti. I could eat fire, spout water, and perform all

sorts of sleight of hand, and I should very probably have continued to

prosper in this profession, had not the daughter of the prince’s general

of camel artillery become enamoured of me, as I danced on the tight-rope

before the court on the festival of the new year’s day. A young

camel-driver under his orders had a sister who served in the harem of

the general: he was my most intimate friend, and his sister gave him the

intelligence of the effect my appearance had produced upon her mistress.

I immediately went to a mîrza or scribe, who lived in a small shed in

a corner of the bazaar, and requested of him to write a love-letter for

me, with as much red ink in it as possible, and crossed and re-crossed

with all the complication he could devise. Nothing could be better than

this composition--for at the very outset it informed my mistress that I

was dead, and that my death was owing to the fire of her eyes, that had

made roast meat of my heart. Notwithstanding this assertion, I ventured

at the end to say that as I had never yet seen her, I hoped that she

would contrive to grant me an interview. In the joy of my heart for the

possession of such a letter, in great confidence I told the scribe who

my charmer was, which he had no sooner heard, than hoping to receive

a present for his trouble, he went forthwith and informed the general

himself of the fact. That the son of the _Lûti Bashi_ should dare to

look up to the daughter of _Zambûrekchi Bashi_ was a crime not to be

forgiven, and as the latter had influence at court, he procured an order

for my instant removal from Shiraz. My father did not wish to incur the

prince’s displeasure, and fearing, from my growing celebrity, that I

should very soon rival him in his own profession, rather urged than

delayed my departure. On the morning when I was about quitting Shiraz,

and was bidding adieu to my friends the monkeys, bears, and other

animals under his care, he said to me, “Sefer, my son, I should be sorry

to part with you; but with the education which you have received, and

the peculiar advantages which you have had of living almost entirely

in the society of me and my beasts, it is impossible but that you will

succeed in life. I now endow you with what will ensure you a rapid

fortune. I give you my chief ape, the most accomplished of his species.

Make a friend of him for your own sake, and love him for mine; and I

hope in time that you will reach the eminence to which your father has

attained.” Upon this he placed the animal upon my shoulder, and thus

accompanied I left the paternal roof.

‘I took the road to Ispahan, in no very agreeable mood, for I scarcely

knew whether to be happy or sorry for this change in my circumstances.

A monkey and independence were certainly delightful things; but to leave

my associates, and the places that were endeared to me from my infancy,

and, above all, to abandon that fair unknown, whom my imagination had

pictured to me as lovely as _Shireen_ herself, were circumstances which

appeared to me so distressing, that by the time I had reached the hut

of the dervish, at the _Teng Allah Akbar_, my mind sank into a miserable

fit of despondency. I seated myself on a stone, near the hut, and,

with my monkey by my side, I gave vent to my grief in a flood of tears,

exclaiming, “_Ah wahi! Ah wahi!_” in accents the most piteous that can

be imagined.

‘These brought the dervish out, and when he had heard my tale, invited

me into the hut, where I found another dervish, of much more commanding

aspect than the former. He was clad nearly in the same manner that I am

now (indeed, the cap I wear was his); but there was a wildness about his

looks that was quite imposing.

‘At the sight of me and my companion, he appeared struck by a sudden

thought. He and the other dervish having talked together in private, he

proposed that I should accompany him to Ispahan, promised that he would

be kind to me, and, if I behaved well, would put me into the way of

making my fortune. I readily agreed, and after the dervish of the hut

had given us a pipe to smoke, we departed, walking at a good pace;

without much being said between us during some time.

_Dervish Bideen_, for that was his name, at length began to question

me very closely about my former life, and hearing in what my

accomplishments consisted, seemed to be well pleased. He then descanted

upon the advantages attending the life of a dervish, proved them to be

superior to the low pursuits of a lûti, and at length persuaded me to

embrace his profession. He said, that if I would look upon him as my

master, he would teach me all he knew, and _that_, he assured me, was no

small portion of knowledge, inasmuch as he was esteemed the most perfect

dervish in Persia. He began to talk of magic and astrology, and gave

me various receipts for making spells and charms, to serve on every

occasion in life; by the sale of which alone I should be able to make

my fortune. The tail of a hare, placed under the pillow of a child, he

assured me, produces sleep; and its blood, given to a horse, makes him

fleet and long-winded. The eye and the knuckle-bones of a wolf, attached

to a boy’s person, give him courage; and its fat, rubbed on a woman,

will convert her husband’s love into indifference: its gall, used in

the same manner, produces fruitfulness. But the article which bore the

greatest price in the seraglios was the _kûs keftar_, the dried skin

of a female hyena; which, if worn about the person, conciliated the

affection of all to the wearer. He discoursed long upon these and

such-like subjects, until he gradually excited so much interest in

my heart, by thus placing my fortune apparently in full view, that at

length he ventured to make a proposal, which he easily judged would be

disagreeable.

‘“Sefer,” said he to me, “you know not the treasure you possess in that

ape,--I do not mean as he stands now alive, but dead. If he were dead, I

could extract such ingredients from him to make charms, which would sell

for their weight in gold in the harem of the Shah. You must know, that

the liver of an ape, and only of that particular species which you

possess, is sure to bring back the love of a desired object to the

person who may possess it. Then the skin of its nose, if worn round

the neck, is a decisive preventive against poison; and the ashes of the

animal itself, after it has been burnt over a slow tire, will, if taken

internally, give all the qualities of the ape, cunning, adroitness,

and the powers of imitation.” He then proposed that we should kill the

beast.

‘I was certainly alarmed at the proposal. I had been brought up with my

ape; we had hitherto gone through life together in prosperity as well as

in adversity; and to lose him in this barbarous manner was more than I

could bear. I was about to give a flat refusal to the dervish, when I

observed that his countenance, which hitherto had been all smiles and

good humour, had changed to downright furiousness; and fearing that

he would take by force that which I could not protect, I, with all the

reluctance imaginable, consented to the execution of his project. We

then deviated from the road; and having got into a solitary glen, we

gathered together some dry stubble and underwood, made a fire, striking

a light with a flint and steel, which my companion carried about him. He

took my poor ape into his hands, and, without further ceremony, put it

to death. He then dissected it; and having taken from it the liver, and

the skin off its nose, burnt it in the pile we had made; and when all

was over, carefully collected the ashes, which having packed in a corner

of his handkerchief, we proceeded on our journey.

‘We reached Ispahan in due time, where I exchanged such parts of my

dress as belonged to the lûti for the garb of a dervish, and then we

proceeded to Tehran. Here my master’s appearance produced great effect;

for no sooner was it known that he was arrived, than all sorts of people

flocked to consult him. Mothers wanted protection for their children

against the evil eye; wives a spell against the jealousy of their

husbands; warriors talismans to secure them from harm in battle. But the

ladies of the king’s seraglio were his principal customers. Their most

urgent demand was some powerful charm to ensure the attention of the

king. The collection of materials for this purpose, which the Dervish

Bideen had made, was very great. He had the hairs of a lynx, the

back-bone of an owl, and bear’s grease in various preparations. To one

of the ladies, who, owing to her advanced age, was more pressing than

the others, he sold the liver of my monkey, assuring her, that as

soon as she appeared wearing it about her person, his majesty would

distinguish her from her rivals. To another, who complained that she was

never in favour, and frustrated in all her schemes to attract notice,

he administered a decoction of the monkey’s ashes; and to a third, who

wanted a charm to drive away wrinkles, he gave an ointment, which, if

property applied, and provided she did not laugh, or otherwise move the

muscles of her face, would effectually keep them smooth.

I was initiated into all these mysteries, and frequently was a party

concerned in a fraud, whenever my master was put to the necessity of

doing something supernatural to support his credit, if by chance his

spells were palpably of no avail. But whatever profit arose either

from these services, or from the spoils of my monkey, he alone was the

gainer, for I never touched a _ghauz_[24]of it.

‘I accompanied the Dervish Bideen into various countries, where we

practised our art: sometimes we were adored as saints, and at others

stoned for vagrants. Our journeys being performed on foot, I had good

opportunities to see every place in detail. We travelled from Tehran to

Constantinople, and from that capital to Grand Cairo, through Aleppo and

Damascus. From Cairo we showed ourselves at Mecca and Medina; and taking

ship at Jedda, landed at Surat, in the Guzerat, whence we walked to

Lahore and Cashmire.

‘At this last place, the dervish, according to custom, endeavoured to

deceive the natives; but they were too enlightened for us, and we were

obliged to steal away in disgrace; and we at length fixed ourselves

at Herat, where we were repaid for our former want of success by the

credulity of the Affghans, who were good enough to admit all that we

chose to tell them. But here, as the dervish was getting up a plan to

appear as a prophet, and when our machinery for performing miracles was

nearly completed, he, who had promised eternal youth to thousands, at

length paid the debt of nature himself. He had shut himself up in a

small hut, situated at the top of a mountain near Herat, where we made

the good people believe he was living upon no other food than that which

the _Gins_ and _Peris_ brought to him; but unfortunately he actually

died of a surfeit, having ate more of a roast lamb and sweetmeats than

his nature could support. For my own credit, I was obliged to say,

that the Gins, jealous of us mortals for possessing the society of

so wonderful a person, had so inflated him with celestial food, that,

leaving no room for his soul, it had been completely blown out of his

body, and carried away into the fifth heaven by a strong north-east

wind, which was blowing at the time. This wind, which lasts for 120 days

during the summer months, and without which the inhabitants would

almost die with heat, I endeavoured to make them believe was a miracle

performed by the dervish in their favour, as a parting legacy to them

and their descendants for ever. The old men, indeed, who recollected the

wind ever since their youth, were incredulous; but their testimony bore

but little weight, compared to the influence which we had acquired. He

was buried with the greatest honours; and the prince of Herat himself,

_Eshek Mirza_, lent his shoulder to bear his coffin to the grave. A

mausoleum was erected over it by some of the most pious of the Affghans,

and it has ever since been a place of pilgrimage from all the country

round.

‘I remained at Herat for some time after the death of my companion, in

order to enjoy the advantages which might accrue to me from being the

friend and disciple of one of such high reputation, and I did not repent

of my resolution. I disposed of my spells at great prices, and moreover

made a considerable sum by selling the combings of my deceased friend’s

beard, and the cuttings of his nails, which I assured my purchasers

had been carefully preserved during the time of his retirement in the

mountains; although in fact they were chiefly collected from my

own person. When I had sold of these relics enough to make several

respectable beards, and a proportionate quantity of nails, I felt that

if I persisted in the traffic, notwithstanding the inordinate credulity

of the Affghans, I might be discovered for a cheat, therefore I took

my departure, and, having travelled into various parts of Persia, I at

length fixed myself among the Hezareh, a large tribe, living for the

most part in tents, and which occupy the open country between Caboul

and Candahar. My success among them was something quite beyond my

expectation, for I put into practice what the Dervish Bideen had planned

at Herat, and actually appeared in the character of a prophet.’

The Dervish Sefer then, laying his hand upon the shoulder of the dervish

who sat next to him, said, ‘My friend, here, was my accomplice on that

occasion, and he will remember how ingeniously we managed to make the

Hezareh believe that we possessed a cauldron which was always full of

boiled rice--a miracle which even the most incredulous did not fail

to believe, as long as they got their share of it. In short, I am the

celebrated _Hazret Ishan_ himself; he of whom you have lately heard

so much in Khorassan; and although my sacred character was not proof

against the attacks made upon it by the arms of the Shah, yet, while it

lasted, I collected enough from the zeal and credulity of my disciples

to enable me to pass the remainder of my life in comfort. I have lived

at Meshed for some time; and it is but a week ago that we contrived to

perform the miracle of giving sight to a blind girl; so now are held in

the highest veneration.’

Here the Dervish Sefer ended his history, and then called upon his next

neighbour to give an account of himself. This was the dervish who had

been his accomplice among the Hezareb, and he began as follows:

‘My father was a celebrated man of the law, of the city of Kom, enjoying

the reputation of saying his prayers, making his ablutions, and keeping

his fasts more regularly than any man in Persia; in short, he was the

cream of Shîahs, and the model of Mussulmans. He had many sons, and we

were brought up in the strictest practice of the external parts of

our religion. The rigour and severity with which we were treated were

combated on our part by cunning and dissimulation. These qualities

gradually fixed themselves in our character; and without any

consideration for our circumstances, we were early branded as a nest of

hypocrites, and as the greatest cheats and liars of our birth-place.

I, in particular, was so notorious that in my own defence I became a

dervish, and I owe the reputation which I have acquired in that calling

to the following fortunate circumstance.

‘I had scarcely arrived at Tehran, and had taken up my quarters opposite

to a druggist’s shop, when I was called up in a great hurry by an old

woman, who informed me that her master, the druggist, had just been

taken exceedingly ill, after having eaten more than usual; that the

medicine which he had taken had not performed its office; and that his

family wished to try what a talisman would do for him: she therefore

invited me to write one suited to his case. As I had neither paper,

pens, nor ink, I insisted upon going into his _anderûn_, or woman’s

apartments, and writing it there, to which she consented. I was

introduced into a small square yard, and then into a room, where I found

the sick man extended on his bed on the ground, surrounded by as many

women as the place could hold, who cried aloud, and exclaimed, “_Wahi,

wahi_, in the name of God he dies, he dies!” The implements of medicine

were spread about, which showed that everything had been done either to

kill or save him. A large basin, which had contained the prescription,

was seen on the shelf; the long glass tube, that instrument of torture,

was in a corner; and among other furniture, the dotor himself was seen

seated, unconcernedly enjoying his pipe, and who, having found that

human means were inefficient, had had recourse to supernatural, and had

prescribed, as a last resource, the talisman, which it was my fate to

write. A new dervish excited new hopes, for I saw that I produced

much stir as I entered the sick room, I asked for paper with an air of

authority, as if I felt great confidence in my own powers, (although,

in fact, I had never written a talisman before), and a large piece was

produced, which seemed to have been the wrapper to some drug or other.

Pen and ink were also given me; and then calling up all my gravity, I

scrawled the paper over in a variety of odd characters, which here and

there contained the names of Allah, Mohamed, Ali, Hassan, and Hossein,

and all the Imâms, placing them in different anagrams, and substituting

here and there figures instead of letters. I then handed it over with

great ceremony to the doctor, who, calling for water and a basin, washed

the whole from off the paper into the basin, whilst the bystanders

offered up prayers for the efficacy of the precious writing. The doctor

then said, “In the name of the prophet, let the patient take this; and

if fate hath decreed that he is to live, then the sacred names which

he will now swallow will restore him: but if not, neither my skill, nor

that of any other man, can ever be of the least avail.”

‘The draught was administered, and every eye was immediately fixed upon

the wretched man’s face, as if a resuscitation was expected to ensue. He

remained for some time without showing any symptom of life; when, to the

astonishment of all, not excepting myself and the doctor, he groaned,

opened his eyes, raised his head on his arm, then called for a basin,

and at length vomited in a manner that would have done credit to the

prescription of Abu Avicenna himself. In short, he recovered.

‘In my own mind, I immediately attributed the happy change to the drug

which had once been wrapped in the paper, and which, with the nausea of

the ink, had produced the effect just described; but I took care to let

the bystanders know that the cure was entirely owing to the interference

and to the handwriting of one of my sanctity; and that but for me he

would have died.

‘The doctor, on the other hand, took all the merit of the case to

himself; for as soon as his patient had opened his eyes, he exclaimed,

“Did I not tell you so?” and in proportion as the draught operated,

he went on exulting thus: “There, there, see the efficacy of my

prescription! Had it not been for me, you would have seen the druggist

dead before you.”

‘I, however, would not allow him to proceed, and said: “If you are a

doctor, why did you not cure your patient without calling for me? Keep

to your blisters and to your bleedings, and do not interfere with that

which doth not belong to you.”

‘He answered, “Mr. Dervish, I make no doubt that you can write a very

good talisman, and also can get a very good price for it; but every one

knows who and what dervishes are; and if their talismans are ever of

use, it is not their sanctity which makes them so.”

“Whose dog are you,” exclaimed I, in return, “to talk to me after this

manner? I, who am a servant of the prophet. As for you doctors, your

ignorance is proverbial: you hide it by laying all to fate: if by chance

your patient recovers, then you take all the credit of the cure to

yourselves; should he die, you say, God hath decreed thus; what can the

efforts of man avail? Go to, go to; when you have nearly killed your

next patient, and then know not what more to ordain, send for me again,

and I will cover your impudent ignorance by curing him as I have just

done the druggist.”

“By my head, and by your death,” returned the doctor, “I am not a man

to hear this from any one, much less from a dog of a dervish:” and

immediately he got up and approached me in a threatening attitude,

making use of every epithet of abuse that he could think of.

‘I received him with suitable expressions of contempt, and we very soon

came to blows; he so effectually fastened upon my hair, and I upon his

beard,[25] that we plucked out whole handfuls from each other: we bit

and spat, and fought with such fury, heedless of the sick man and the

cries of the women, that the uproar became very great, and perhaps would

have terminated in something serious, if one of the women had not run

in to us, in great agitation, assuring us that the _Darogah’s_ officers

(police men) were then knocking at the door of the house, and inquiring

whence proceeded all the disturbance.

‘This parted us; and then I was happy to find that the bystanders were

in my favour, for they expressed their contempt of the skill of the

physician, whose only object was to obtain money without doing his

patients any good, whilst they looked upon me in the light of a divine

person, who in handwriting alone possessed the power of curing all

manner of disease.

‘The doctor, seeing how ill matters were going for him, stole away with

the best face he could; but before he left the room, he stooped down,

and collecting as many of the hairs of his beard, which I had plucked

from him, as he could find, to which he cunningly added some of my own

hair, he brandished them in my face, saying, “We shall see on whose side

the laugh will be when you are brought before the cadi to-morrow; for

beards are worth a ducat per hair in Tehran, and I doubt, with all your

talismans, whether you can buy these that I hold in my hand.”

‘It was evident, that when his anger was cooled, out of regard to his

own reputation, he would not put his threat into execution; so the

fear of being dragged before the justice gave me no uneasiness, and

I therefore only considered how to make the most of the fortunate

circumstance which had just taken place. The report that the druggist

(who was the first in Tehran) had been brought to life, when on the

point of death, by a newly arrived dervish, was soon spread about, and I

became the object of general concern. From morning to night I was taken

up in writing talismans, for which I made my customers pay according to

their means, and in a short time I found myself the possessor of some

hundreds of piastres. But unfortunately for me, I did not meet with a

dying druggist and a piece of his paper every day; and feeling myself

reduced to live upon the reputation of this one miracle, which I

perceived to my sorrow daily diminished, I made a virtue of necessity,

and determining to make the tour of Persia, I immediately left Tehran.

To whichsoever city I bent my steps, I managed matters so adroitly, that

I made my reputation precede my arrival there. The druggist had given

me an attestation under his seal, that he had been restored to life by

virtue of a talisman written by my hand, and this I exhibited wherever I

went, to corroborate the truth of the reports which had been circulated

in my favour. I am now living upon this reputation: it supports me very

tolerably for the present, but whenever I find that it begins to rail, I

shall proceed elsewhere.’--The dervish here ended his history.

When the third dervish came to his turn to speak, he said: ‘My tale is

but short, although story-telling is my profession. I am the son of a

schoolmaster, who, perceiving that I was endowed with a very retentive

memory, made me read and repeat to him most of the histories with which

our language abounds; and when he found that he had furnished my mind

with a sufficient assortment, he turned me out into the world under

the garb of dervish, to relate them in public to such audiences as my

talents might gather round me.

‘My first essays were anything but successful. My auditors heard my

stories, and then walked away without leaving me any reward for my

pains. Little by little I acquired experience. Instead of being carried

away, as I had at first permitted myself to he, by the interest of the

story, I made a pause when the catastrophe drew near, and then, looking

around me, said, “All ye that are present, if you will be liberal

towards me, I will tell you what follows;” and I seldom failed in

collecting a good handful of copper coin. For instance, in the story of

the Prince of Khatai and the Princess of Samarcand, when the Ogre _Hezar

Mun_ seizes the prince, and is about to devour him; when he is suspended

in the ogre’s mouth, between his upper and lower jaw; when the princess,

all dishevelled and forlorn, is on her knees praying that he may be

spared; when the attendants couch their lances, and are in dismay; when

the horses start back in fright; when the thunder rolls, and the ogre

growls; then I stop, and say, “Now, my noble hearers, open your purses,

and you shall hear in how miraculous a manner the Prince of Khatai cut

the ogre’s head off!” By such arts, I manage to extract a subsistence

from the curiosity of men; and when my stock of stories is exhausted in

one place, I leave it, travel to another, and there renew my labours.’

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