THE FISHERMAN AND HIS SOUL
s, citrons and
rose-apples and clusters of we grapes, round red-gold oranges,
and oval lemons of green gold. Once I sas
trunk ed urmeric, and over its ears it
of crimson silk cord. It stopped opposite one of the
booting the man only laughed.
t not trange a people they are
glad to them a caged bird, and
set it free t ter, and whey are sad
t t grow
less.
One evening I met some negroes carrying a hrough
t he poles were of
vermilion lacquer studded he windows
ains of muslin embroidered les wings and
iny seed-pearls, and as it passed by a pale-faced Circassian
looked out and smiled at me. I followed behe negroes
eps and sco I did not care. I felt a
great curiosity come over me.
At last topped at a square we here were no
o it, only a little door like tomb. they
set doimes h a copper
an of green leathrough
t, and w on
tepped out. As s in, surned
round and smiled at me again. I had never seen any one so pale.
urned to t for the
it , I knew whe
woman was, and w me.
Certainly t of the
Ne into
to pray. h rose-leaves,
and . the palms of
and h saffron.
At sunrise forth from his palace in a robe of silver, and
at sunset urned to it again in a robe of gold. the people
flung t I
do so. I stood by tall of a seller of dates an