. True tales of travel and adventure, valour and virtue. could have brought me springs andwheels, which get broken here. Ah, said I, that is too difficult for such a long tell me, how have you learned this art, if you have neverbeen in Constantinople? I never was out of Bokhara. I learned this handiworkfrom a European feringhee (infidel) who dwelt here for threeyears in the time of the Emir Nasrullah. He was a diligentand excellent workman, and not a bad infidel, whom the piousEmir ordered to be put to death because he tried to returnto his native country, though many times forbidd
. True tales of travel and adventure, valour and virtue. could have brought me springs andwheels, which get broken here. Ah, said I, that is too difficult for such a long tell me, how have you learned this art, if you have neverbeen in Constantinople? I never was out of Bokhara. I learned this handiworkfrom a European feringhee (infidel) who dwelt here for threeyears in the time of the Emir Nasrullah. He was a diligentand excellent workman, and not a bad infidel, whom the piousEmir ordered to be put to death because he tried to returnto his native country, though many times forbidden to do know that in Bokhara spies in various disguises arealways sent out to watch the feringhees in Bokhara, and,when they return with the needful intelligence, they are spite of my eager desire to hear more, I durst not inquirehow he was apprehended. I did, however, make an allusionto it, and the Tartar then informed me that his master often fimwi 7i^ II ?? ^/( ulL_ V ^^^ V\^/i ,/rtl f:J^^ P- ? #iJ r^^S SS ^ \\\\) xVA\\V^ i^\. I ^ The Fate of a Germmi Watchmaker, 291 did not leave his room for days, and that he read much in abook which the Emir took away after his death. ^ Just where you are sitting, continued the watchmaker, he used to sleep; and when he awoke in the morning, heknelt down before what is written over your head, andperformed his devotions. The words what is written over your head filled meat once with the greatest agitation and most painful me, as a holy Dervish, to show curiosity might have beendangerous. I recovered myself as well as I could. Withoutleaving my place or speaking further, I handed him my com-pass to repair, and asked him to give me a looking-glass, thatI might see what caused the painful burning in my eye. Nosooner had I taken the ominous glass in my hand than I,trembling, looked in it to see the reflection of the writing overmy head. After some research, I did indeed find a line, insmall German running-hand, a
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