The Thousand and One Days: A Companion to the "Arabian Nights"

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Miss Pardoe. The Thousand and One Days: A Companion to the "Arabian Nights"

The Thousand and One Days: A Companion to the "Arabian Nights"

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INTRODUCTION

THE "THOUSAND AND ONE DAYS;"

OR, ARABIAN TALES

I

THE STORY OF HASSAN ABDALLAH; OR, THE ENCHANTED KEYS

THE STORY OF HASSAN ABDALLAH

THE STORY OF THE BASKET-MAKER

THE STORY OF THE DERVISE ABOUNADAR

CONTINUATION OF THE STORY OF HASSAN ABDALLAH

II

SOLIMAN BEY AND THE THREE STORY-TELLERS

THE FIRST STORY-TELLER

THE SECOND STORY-TELLER

THE THIRD STORY-TELLER

III

THE STORY OF PRINCE KHALAF AND THE PRINCESS OF CHINA

THE STORY OF PRINCE AL ABBAS

CONTINUATION OF THE STORY OF PRINCE KHALAF AND THE PRINCESS OF CHINA

THE STORY OF LIN-IN

A CHINESE TALE

CONTINUATION OF THE STORY OF PRINCE KHALAF AND THE PRINCESS OF CHINA

IV

THE WISE DEY

V

THE TUNISIAN SAGE; OR, THE POWDER OF LONGEVITY

VI

THE NOSE FOR GOLD

VII

THE STORY OF THE TREASURES OF BASRA

HISTORY OF ABOULCASSEM

CONCLUSION OF THE STORY OF THE TREASURES OF BASRA

VIII

THE OLD CAMEL

IX

THE STORY OF MEDJEDDIN

VIII

THE STORY OF KING BEDREDDIN-LOLO AND HIS VIZIR ATALMULC

THE OLD PAIR OF SLIPPERS

THE HISTORY OF ATALMULC, SURNAMED "THE SORROWFUL VIZIR," AND THE PRINCESS ZELICA

CONTINUATION OF THE STORY OF KING BEDREDDIN-LOLO AND HIS VIZIR

THE STORY OF MALEK AND THE PRINCESS SCHIRINE

CONCLUSION

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Miss Pardoe

Published by Good Press, 2019

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I was born of poor and honest parents; and my father, who was a basket-maker by trade, taught me to plait all kinds of baskets. So long as I had only myself to care for, I lived tolerably well on the produce of my labour; but when I reached twenty years of age, and took a wife, who in a few years presented me with several children, my gains proved insufficient to maintain my family. A basket-maker earns but little; one day he gets a drachm, the next he may get two, or perhaps only half a drachm. In this state of things I and my children had often to endure the pangs of hunger.

One day it happened that I had just finished a large basket; it was well and strongly made, and I hoped to obtain at least three drachms for it. I took it to the bazaar and through all the streets, but no purchaser appeared. Night came on and I went home. When my wife and children saw me return without any food, they began to cry and to ask for bread, but as I had none to give them, I could only weep with them: the night was long and sorrowful. At daybreak my wife awoke me, saying, "Go, and sell the basket at any price you can get for it, were it only half a drachm." I set out, and perambulated the streets and squares, but night came on again without my finding a purchaser. My wife burst out into a great rage. "What!" she said, "do you still bring back this basket? Do you wish to see us die with hunger?"

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