Mines of gold, silver, tin, antimony, and copper were abandoned four thousand years ago, and there is no evidence of their having been touched ever since. A few days later the Khedive informed Burton that his report, which indicated the practical value of the mineral wealth of Arabia, was approved by experts to whom it had been referred, and that he had instructed General Stone Pasha to engage an eminent American engineer to put the mines in working order.
Before anything further could be done, the ill-starred firman of the Sultan Abdul Hamid arrived, and the project of the Arabian mines was abandoned. The new Khedive Tewfik never considered himself bound by anything his father had done. Sir Richard and Lady Burton seldom missed their yearly visit to Cairo, where they had many friends. Sir Richard was the most versatile genius of his time. He was philosopher, scholar, poet, explorer, athlete, combatant, skilled swordsman, and jovial comrade. He spoke and wrote the classic Arabic, and was also familiar with the colloquial idioms of the people.
He was able to converse in ten Oriental languages, including Arabic, Persian, Hindustani, and Afghani. Sir Richard journeyed to Mecca with the Mohammedan pilgrims and visited the tomb of the Prophet. The slightest fault in the ritual of the Koran would have been taken as proof that he was not a true believer. Such a discovery would have meant instant death. Perhaps the most thrilling of his expeditions was his exploration of Harrar in Abyssinia, still inhabited, I suppose, by roving bands of bloodthirsty savages who are neither Christians like the Abyssinians, nor Moslems like the Arabs, and whose sole instinct is to kill and rob all that fall under their hand.
Burton was four months in Harrar, and his observations and notes proved useful to the Egyptians, the English, and later to the Italians. Burton's physical appearance was striking. He was five feet eleven inches in height, and he always regretted not being able to grow another inch. He was one of the most attractive men I ever met. It is not generally known, although, I understand, established by family documents, that Richard Burton was a direct descendant of Louis XIV, who took the beautiful Huguenot Countess of Montmorency from her husband, the Constable de Montmorency.
The unfortunate husband was shut up in a fortress where he died. During this union the Countess gave birth to a son, duly recognized by the King. The youth, at his mother's request, was brought up in the Protestant faith. Burton's renown as an author rests chiefly upon his unexpurgated translation of the Arabian Nights, and of the Scented Garden, the erotic poetry of the Arab El Nefzemin. An exception occurred one evening at Cairo when only three congenial comrades were present.
It was his birthday, March 29th. The principal dish was a roast sucking pig three weeks old, and apple sauce—his favourite repast. Camoens was a wayfarer, explorer, and soldier, besides being a poet. He personified chivalry, and was a hero of the sword as well as of the pen. During my wanderings, I always had with me a volume of the cantos of the Luciades. Camoens, whether on sea, desert, jungle, or mountain, was my consoler and companion. Twenty years of my life, off and on, were devoted to rendering into English the verses of my master Camoens, the Pilgrim Poet of Sea and Land.
Sir Richard kept his muscles in good form by constantly carrying as a cane a heavy iron bar adroitly concealed inside a Malacca joint.
This was caused by Sir Richard returning home from a convivial gathering of comrades; he had inadvertently dropped his gymnastic walking stick at the top of the marble staircase, and it rebounded, step by step, with astonishing reverberations, until it reached the ground floor. Lady Burton was an ideal wife for a man like Burton.
She accompanied him during many of his journeys, and when he became an invalid took good care of him. She was criticized for having burned the manuscripts of his version of the Arabian Nights and of the Scented Garden. Lady Burton's defence was that this was done out of pure devotion to the moral reputation of her husband—an excuse perhaps acceptable during a period of excessive prudery when Punch, with gentle irony, declared that Mrs. Grundy had concealed the legs of her piano by draping them in calico pantalettes. Burton had devoted friends, and bitter enemies, and many of each.
Sir Richard's confidential reports to the Khedive were entrusted to the care of the War Office at the Citadel, where, together with a dozen invaluable reports and maps made by American officers in the Soudan, Darfour, and Kardofan, on the important resources of Equatorial Africa, they were destroyed during the Arab Rebellion in When Burton, disguised as an Indian Moslem, made his pilgrimage to Mecca, a tragic episode occurred. Early one morning Burton strolled out alone in the desert, and after accomplishing an act of urgent personal necessity, he, according to Christian custom, made use of paper, instead of the hot clean sand of the desert, applied by the left hand, as is usual with Moslem pilgrims.
Looking about him, he noticed that an Arab had observed his act. As a faithful Moslem he would surely report the incident as proof that the supposed Indian Mohammedan was an impostor, and this would certainly have resulted in the death of Burton. The Arab was never again seen. I may here introduce some of my companions. Turabi Bey  I have already mentioned, a jovial sturdy little Turk of sixty years, with a kindly pleasant face and a loyal heart, with the tottering gait of a child and the appetite of a giant, never happy without a cigarette, yet the model of misery when forced for politeness' sake to smoke a cigar; a first-rate English scholar, yet incapable of uttering one sentence in the native Arabic after fifteen years residence in Egypt, always grumbling yet never ill-tempered, to me the cheeriest of companions and best of friends, to the Khedive most devoted of servants and often wisest of counsellors.
Poor Turabi! Just four years after the time of which I am writing I witnessed the pomp of his funeral, and stood beside his grave outside the walls of Cairo, as his body was lowered in its Muslim shroud and the Ulema chanted their prayers above his last resting-place. I never recall that day without sorrow, nor his memory without affection.
Besides the new things that one saw, there were many strange stories to hear, and men more or less famous to meet. About this time I met Captain Burton, whose marvellous knowledge of eastern life and languages must alone make him a unique figure, even were he not a brilliant talker and the hero of the daring pilgrimage to Mecca. I met him dining at Turabi's house, and Turabi afterwards told me that he was on board the same ship with Captain Burton bound for Alexandria, when the latter was about starting on his great journey.
Turabi was struck with the regularity and earnestness with which a certain poorly-dressed Arab performed his devotions and watching him rather narrowly suddenly recognised his friend Captain Burton. A burst of laughter followed; but Burton, seeing his disguise penetrated, merely made a quick sign of silence, and went on with his prayers. Turabi took the hint, but subsequently they had many a chat in private, and the good little Turk was of service to the Englishman in his initiation as Musulman. Sixteen miles west of Tell el-Hesy is Gaza.
In those days Gaza lay outside the limits of the tourist's route, and it heard and knew little about Europe. I was the guest of a well-to-do Mohammedan family and counted as one of themselves. While I was with them the zikr or commemora tion of the grandfather of Mohammed, whom the populace maintained had been buried in the chief mosque, was cele brated, and I was naturally taken to it as one of my host's family.
On that particular night of the year we were allowed to wear our shoes and smoke if we wished to do so. It was a moonless night, but the brilliancy of the starry heavens more than made up for the want of moonshine, and the great court of the mosque was lighted with numberless lamps.
The court was filled with people; the whole population of Gaza appeared to be there, and as I stood in the dense crowd I could not help reflecting how easily a fanatic might put me out of this world and leave no trace of the deed behind him. It was curious to look into their eyes; they were wide open but, like Balaam's, they saw nothing. After a while some of them were carried still further in their religious frenzy and began to slash and pierce themselves with knives and skewers.
I saw the slashes on the flesh, and skewers thrust through the muscles and withdrawn; and I also saw the wounds closing up immediately and no blood flowing from them. It must be remembered that I was crowded up against the devotees, actually touching some of them, and that the devotees themselves were not professional dervishes like the jugglers I have since seen in Algeria and Tunisia, but the ordinary townspeople and boys, and that there were no directors or music.
What chaunt there was, was uttered by the devotees themselves. Of course I do not expect the citizens of a civilised country in the unimaginative West to believe my story. A year or two later Burton and I planned a journey together along the north coast of Africa, starting from Marocco and ending with Alexandria. In his company it would have been possible.
He was a Hajji, a pilgrim, well known to the oriental, and respected even by the lawless Arab tribes of Cyrene. But at the time we were both of us engaged, he with his consular work, and I with my Oxford duties, and we therefore postponed our expedition to a more convenient season when we should be free. But when that season came it was too late. Burton was crippled with gout, and I had become too old for the fatigues of such a journey.
That I have never seen the Cyrenaica is one of the regrets of my life. Dear Mr. You have worked it up very well—do you read hieroglyphs fluently? Excuse me if I say that with such a handsome work you should have a list of misprints at end. Aedipus p. Meter again is not neter.
You have given me an Ostrich egg and I return you that of a tomtit. A friend will send you my translation of The Lusiads to be followed by a detailed commentary—vol. Your opinion will be valuable to me on one point. Will the British Public stand so much literalisation, Portugalizm, Cameonizm? The Sonnets in no. Returning to the Libro Originam. I fear that Chapter ii which I shall read tonight will scribe a great gulf between you and me.
Hoping to see a line from you I am ever yrs trly. The spirit moves me to inflict a note upon you. It is very long since I saw your handwriting, but the papers constantly give me details about your writings. It is as good as a biography. I was glad to see that they have promoted Colnaghi. No news at Trieste. My wife is deep in ill-fed persons and dissolute curs. Philobeastism is becoming the rage. I hold it mostly a hysterical affection to which, curious to say, men are also liable.
When it takes the form of a society, with President or -ess , Secretary, Clerk, officers etc. How is health treating you? Has Colonel Larking  left Florence for good? What of the enemy Lady Joan? My wife sends you all manner of memories and enfin my dear Ouida I am ev yrs sincy. I am horribly ashamed to find that my letter of thanks to you on the arrival of the Lusiads, which I quite thought had been at once written and despatched this is the real and honest truth and not a lying afterthought to excuse myself , never went or existed at all, but remained in the limbo of good intentions.
I cannot tell how, for I distinctly remember the very words I meant to send and thought I had sent of congratulation to Burton on having in that translation—as I think—matched Byron on his own ground as a translator and beaten him at his own weapon. The version of Pulci's Morgante  on which Byron prided himself so greatly as being in his own words 'the best translation that ever was or will be made' is an infinitely less important and I should think less difficult attempt on exactly the same lines of work—and certainly to say the least not more successful—as far as one can judge without knowledge of Camoens in the original language.
Being very hardly worked hard worked men have time for all things I have now read your 2 vols. The idea is quite sound. Egypt is the source of all civilisation except China? She sent out an alphabet and with it doubtless a language. Sanskrit is quite modern; Prakrit comparatively so; and India was utterly barbarous in the days of Herodotus. Slavery, Polygamy, Polyandry. The extract from D. The critics have no time to read. Nor have they the acumen to discover the soundness of your foundations. They will glance at superstructure and pick out its holes.
It is a pity that you did not work at Arab. Now you quote Turkish, Persian esp. This is opening your coat of mail to the enemy reviewer. Meanwhile the book shows an immense amount of research, of folk-lore, and of curious out-of-the-way knowledge. What that old Genetrix Mrs. Grundy will say I can hardly fancy. But I suppose you are like myself copper brass-fronted and copper-bottomed. As regards my wife, she is a Rom. Do you know Palmer of Cambridge? I am here away from books and oppressed with tasks. Many thanks for your valuable note on Khopsh or Shopsh. Before reading your book I had derived from it the Eng.
It is the Argive. Sifet; Arab. The Egyptians had 2 main forms; the straight—as in Somali land—blade, and the faulchion  or sickle blade that is still preserved in Abyssinia to perfection. The "gulf" of the second chapter is that you assume direct derivation from English to Egyptian. I hold that the so called Indo-European or rather European nothing to do with India element in Coptic was first cultivated in Phrygia and thence passed to Greece.
Remember Herod. The Aryan is a different affair: the headquarters were about Herat and thence overspread India in a thin succession of local invasions. Please work up Phrygia as much as you can. Aryan includes European but not v. I have been tempted to two sheets of note-paper which is rare.
But I cannot deny myself the pleasure of thanking you for the pleasant hours I have passed over your book. The next Edit. Also, I think, a summary of doctrines. Ever yrs faithfully R. Yesterday I sent your notice and wrote about your beginnings to my friend Quaritch. We will hear what he says about the matter before sending him the 50 copies. Why don't you call upon him, no. He has a noble collection. Thank you for your Preface and friendly allusion to me. Had you not better prefix a kind of synopsis of views to the next vol. That you hold Egyptian 1st and only civilised tongue of its day.
For inst. The root is Kafara—he disbelieved and Kafir is act. You have I think logically a right to take any orderly combination of letters. But you do so at your peril, more later logic. Meanwhile the heathen will furiously rage against you and you have to maintain du calme. Of all things don't lose temper and answer brag with broad grins. Thank you for your kindly expressed opinion about the Lusiads.
I should very much like to have all your notes and particularly the places where a word made you squirm. If within distance I shall certainly accept your good offer to consult you about Sonnets. But you have not quite understood the gist of my translation, which is to copy tone and sound of, as well as to translate original. Hence "digno" "pergrim" "voyante" and "aspero" become words which you allow. But I can't afford to consider individual abhorrence or I can assure you my version would become utterly unlike original.
I must be shown that the words themselves are ugly, unpleasant, not significant. I don't care a fig whether they are in use or not. You see my attempt is novel: no translator as yet has flown so high. And here I have not to consider the sense of coupling the same sounds, but only whether they offend music and metre or not. It is like the row lately made—about assonance. Readers of poetry will feel grateful for not having these things pointed out to them. Your criticism is quite correct in one part where you say that in the midst of particular passages which pleased you, a word came in and did dire offence.
You may have observed that in the most ornate parts Episodes etc. I have adhered to common modern English as much as possible. And I am ready to do so by revision if you can let me know what the peccant passages are. Returning to the Beginnings, I have mentioned it to many friends and shall continue to do so. Write to me freely. I am immensely occupied and consequently have time for everything. What does Lord Brownlow say to the book? It has done what I hold good work—it has proved that spirit is essentially material i.
The phenomena stand unaffected. The ghost-business is shown to be a physical peculiarity of mediumistic organisation. A year or two ago I assisted them to this conclusion by a lecture before the Spirit. They did not deck my brow with bays etc. My dear Smith I have now read you carefully of course under protest that the game is not worth the candle.
Mohammed was no impostor  , at least no more than Paul, Luther or Calvin: he was led away by the Demon of belief. Imposture is weak and no weak man could have imposed long upon the hard heads Umar etc. You once told me that Islam is the baldest of faiths. Perhaps; but you forget the glowing Tasawary poetry to which it gave origin. I abhor the hideous [functificatory] p. The book is very well and pleasingly written; and I picture to myself with pleasure its effect upon a grim Elder.
He dines uncomfortably, [sleeps wonder and the ghost wabbles with the whucky in his Name]. I am glad that you have refreshed in Italy; gladder that the book has paid so well. In next edit. It leaves a vague impression that you are ultra. Make up your mind to put Assembly in wrong, yourself in right and damn the results. How I should like to have a long tour with you in Egypt.
I must see uppermost Nile and make up mind about African origin of the Egyptians. My skulls are in oskullophile hands. Maclagan  will procure a copy of the Lusiads. Many thanks for the highly flattering lines—not a Sonnet. My wife has seized upon them and they will appear in her letter at the end of the commentary. If not a first Seat, it is a kind Seat of very conspicuous nature. I am perfectly aware that the Lusiads lacks finish; but the next edition shall make ample atonement; and I will have a second.
I want to send you a thing just published for me by that wretched "Harrison" of the Spiritualist. But end will interest you: I have taken the trouble to formulate a creed a x-logue for Spiritualism—as I understand it. The system is quite a-theistic, wanting neither God nor Devil. You shall have a copy when I can manage it. At present I am so cross with the wretched Harrison for his stultifying delay in bringing it out that I have not the stomach to write to him.
We are up to eyes in business here. English fleet came last Thursday and will be here till next Sunday. Write when you can. I return the printed sheet in case you want it duplicate. The attack you direct against the "Aryan heresy" as old Crawfurd called it should be emphasised. I once knew Mr.
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Cole, but I find that one gets on better with him by not knowing him. You must be prepared for a growl in the Grundy-organ and I only hope for your sake that the growl will be long enough—and loud enough. Thanks for the promise of an early copy. I had hoped that the Sword-book would have been out before yours, but there have been difficulties of mss. It is easy to imagine what work this Index has given you. It will in fact be the culmination of the book. I hope that you will find leisure to keep me au courant of your movements. Is Yankee-land still part of the programme?
It ought to pay and I suppose that is the one needful. Au revoir. What a summer we are having! Not sun enough to ripen the grapes. Rain every day. Can you let me have a clean proof of the Egypt Sanskrit Vol? Please correct anything you wish to correct and if there be correcting send in to Wymans  —if not kindly return to me. I hope you like your place! My wife is delighted with the lines, and the enemy will wail at the gate. I have carefully read your study of the Sonnets; the general view was before known to me by report and by reviews, now I have come to the fountain-head.
It will take me many a month before I make up my mind. Sonnet XX is stumbling block. Your theory at first sight strikes me as being too complete, too regular, and suggests le non e vero e ben trovato. What news of the Origins? I am sorry for your sake that it has not been more violently abused. But by persevering in your path and by stepping aside at times violently to kick a critical ass no pun , you may convert a mild shower bath into a very neat douche. I think that your case medically requires the latter. Grundy for the messiness. I intended to publish at Brussels some day all the obscenest parts in plain English.
Ever yrs sincy R. From that time I did not meet him again until the Geographical Conference at Venice in August, , though in the meantime I had often corresponded with him, and especially with regard to my journey in Syria and Mesopotamia ; but at Venice it was that I first became a companion of his, and there also I for the first time met Lady then Mrs. Perhaps no other occasion could so easily, in so short a time, have given specimens of Burton's varied attainments.
He and I were only visitors, and had no official connection with the Congress ; the Royal Geographical Society, if I mistake not, was represented by its President, Lord Aberdare, who chanced to be passing by that way ; but all the geographical societies of foreign nations had sent strong deputations, and men of science of all kinds had assembled from far and wide.
With one and all of these Burton held converse, every man in his own tongue and on his own subject, and then I also found out that not only did he know more languages than almost any other living man, but that also he knew their patois and their slang, and understood the spirit of them. One striking incident was his meeting one day, in front of St. Mark's, a Portuguese commentator upon Camoens—I have forgotten his name, but his countrymen held him in high honour for his scholarship—and he endeavoured to prove to Burton that one of his readings of Camoens was wrong.
Burton quietly and patiently argued the matter out with him, speaking Portuguese the whole time, and ended by convincing him that he was wrong and Burton right. Almost immediately after this we met an Egyptian officer, who had, while at Mecca, managed to take a series of photographs of the holy places ; and even with this man, who was fresh from the place, Burton was superior in many matters of detail, to say nothing of far-reaching knowledge of the doctrines of El Islam, and actually explained to this Mahommedan the meaning of much of the ritual of the pilgrimage of which he previously had known nothing.
I could recapitulate numerous instances of this sort, but both he and I were at Venice holiday-making, and did not spend all our time in talking to learned professors. Burton and his wife had many friends, as where had they not? His courtesy was like himself— singular yet charming. Besides science and society, we also amused ourselves in other ways. In the mornings we used sometimes to stroll past the rooms in which, on those bright sunny days, the juries were busy at their labours, and which he used to call going round the zoological gardens and seeing the beasts in their dens.
One day I remember especially well, and that was the one we went over to the Lido to bathe and have breakfast; and when, after breakfast, just as a vast wave of sight-seers appeared, he and I took off our shoes and stockings, and made sand-castles on the beach, while Lady Burton called us two naughty boys, and threatened us with punishment if we made our clothes dirty, and we retaliated by saying that if she did not withdraw her threats we would sit down in the water. Innocent and childish, perhaps, but showing that Burton was not the fierce farouche man so many people thought him to be.
Ever after, among ourselves, Lady Burton was nick named the nurse, and we were the two naughty boys, Dick and Cammy. As a cicerone, too, Burton at Venice was invaluable. His inexhaustible stock of historical knowledge and legendary lore fur nished him with something to relate about even the meanest and commonest buildings ; and then there were trips about the canals in Lady Burton's gondola, and the day and night of the regatta, when the Grand Canal and St.
Mark's were illuminated, all of which Burton enjoyed as much as any one of all that merry party, for round about Burton had gathered all that was brightest and best of all those assembled at Venice.
After leaving Venice I paid a visit to the De Brazzas, and then went on to Trieste, where I spent a few days with the Burtons, and there I found not only that he was a most efficient consul, but that by the members of the English colony, and those others with whom he was brought in contact there, he was simply idolised. Trieste Sept 29 ['81  ].
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I did not at once answer yours of Sept 1. The two 1st vols. If you can only bring this out with proofs of vocabulary and grammar etc. We especially want the Turanian element brought out of old Egypt. Please look at the enclosed slips from The Academy. They are specimens of my intended translation of Camoens lyrics. I want opinion and advice not commendation. Are they archaic enough?
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In fact a bit of hard critique would do me a power of good. I may tell you that line is rendered for line, but that means nothing to the English reader. The question is, are they readable English? The vol. I am dear Mr. Ev yrs faithfully R. Lisbon Dec 17 . Yours of the 28 th followed me here, hence my delay in answering a very kind letter. On the 20 th inst.
My direction till next March will be care of James Irvine Esq. Exchange Court Liverpool. In April at the latest I hope to have the pleasure of shaking hands with you in London, and then we will talk over the Nights and a Night. At present it is useless to say anything more than this. I shall be most happy to collaborate with you. Do you know the Rev. Percy Badger of the Dictionary : if not you should make his acquaintance, as he is familiar with the Persian and to a certain extent with the Egyptian terms of the Nights. He is very obliging and ready to assist Arabists.
Remains only to wish you a Merry Xmas etc. Meanwhile, believe me. I am an immense admirer of your Villon. Though I knew Richard Burton well, it was not until I traveled with him in the Fayoum that I understood something of the man's wayward character and of the astounding diversity of his mental energies. He was an Elizabethan born out of time. Restless and adventurous, contemptuous of convention, intolerant of restraint or discipline, as reckless of himself as of others, prone to engage in a quarrel upon the slightest provocation, as becomes one who is conscious that he is a master in the use of sword or rapier, he should have marched with Hernan Cortez or sailed strange seas with Francis Drake or camped in the sands of Asia with Marco Polo.
He spoke, and moved, and wrote, and lived as though he breathed the air of the spacious times of Good Queen Bess. He was composite of a hundred attributes, none of which pertained to his English family traditions. Unusually tall in stature, gaunt in the cast of his features, swarthy in complexion with gypsy-brown eyes, lithe and active in every movement, yet grave and dignified in manner, he did not belong to the occident but to the stony wadys of Arabia.
I have been his companion both in desert and city, and always he suggested to me some proud Arab of the days when the banners of Islam waved from the Indus to the Pyrenees. His childhood was passed wandering over France, Italy and Spain, and the opportunities of such an education, nurtured by his extraordinary gifts as a linguist, made him not only fluent in European idioms but curiously versed in their dialects and slang. At Oxford, where his unruly disposition led him to challenge a fellow-undergraduate to a duel for not liking the cut of his beard, he devoted himself chiefly to the study of oriental languages.
Rusticated for his rebellious ways, he passed to the army in India, where in a brief while he became proficient in Marathi, Persian, Gujarati, Arabic and Hindustani. In order that he might make himself intimately acquainted with the customs of the people, he would disguise himself as a native merchant or a peddler of small wares and visit the shops in the bazaars, or mingle with its crowds, or play the part of a client in some doubtful den, where he learnt much of the strange lore which appears in the footnotes of his translation of The Thousand Nights and a Night.
It was while living as a native amongst the Moslems of Sind that he conceived the idea of making the pilgrimage to Meccah—the journey which first brought him into general notice. For that hazardous adventure, he prepared himself in the performance of the complicated Mohammedan ritual and steeped himself in the manners and usages of the orient. To cover up his traces he assumed the name and dress of a Pathan of the hills and, as such, made his way to Egypt where he resided in a native quarter of Cairo, his real identity being known only to three friends.
His subsequent account of A Pilgrimage to Meccah is one of the most remarkable books of its kind ever written. Full of strange knowledge, colorful, picturesque, uncouth, it holds a mirror to the genius who wrote it. His next venture was into the Somali country, where he reached the jealously guarded capital, Herrar [sic], which no white man had previously seen. On his return to the coast of the Red Sea, his camp was raided, and a Somali javelin was thrust through his face. The head of the spear was barbed, and Burton, knowing that he could not draw it back again, deliberately broke off the wooden shaft near to the cheek it had entered and then drew the blade completely through.
The wounds left long white scars on each of his bronzed cheeks, which used to fill my younger soul with envy as they shone in the animation of conversation. He had been long engaged on that work, mainly at Trieste, where he acted as British Consul from to Previously he had been British Consul at Damascus, an ideal arena for one so accustomed to the ways of Orientals and so profound a scholar of Arabic.
In Cairo, however, he was enveloped in the atmosphere of his task, and there, when the mood was upon him, he wrote swiftly. He used to keep the portion of the translation on which he was working at the moment in a piece of camel's skin. Much handling had rubbed away most of the scanty hair which nature bestows on that uncouth beast, and it was sadly torn at the back, but the package was made sufficiently secure by a long, thin girdle of camel leather.
The manuscript was closely written in the small scrawl which its author used. So indistinct and minute was his handwriting that I have letters from him which I had difficulty in deciphering. His screed must have proved a sore trial to the compositors who eventually set the type of the sixteen bulky volumes which comprised the first edition of The Thousand Nights and a Night.
Lying beside that manuscript in its cloak of camel hide were some chapters of his unfinished Book of the Sword and his translation of the Arabic classic, The Scented Garden, which latter work, at the death of its gifted maker, was unhappily destroyed by Lady Burton. One day, after reading some pages of his translation of one of The Arabian Nights, with their amazing footnotes describing Arab customs referred to in the text, I suggested to him that he might wisely show the manuscript to my father, who happened to be in Cairo at that time.
Their worth is beyond measure, but scarcely may they find place, under their present candid form, in a popular work. The digestion of the public is not sufficiently robust to assimilate literary food so strange and strong. Soften your instruction, disguise your splendid knowledge, and you will sell two hundred thousand copies of the most colorful book in the world. Burton would not alter a phrase or a word. He was obdurate. In due course, the first edition appeared, enriched to the full with its curious collection of pornographical footnotes, and the sales were necessarily limited to a scholarly group of subscribers.
Victorian scruples militated for awhile against wider distribution. Other times, other manners, and in these days of tolerance, the verdict condones the obstinacy of Burton. Nevertheless, there was a period when he regretted his rejection of the counsel given to him, as the following letter written by the author of The Kasidah to the author of The Light of Asia  admits,. I have not followed your advice, and I regret not having done so.
Mariez vous on ne vous mariez pas ,  just explains my condition. Had I not put in those confounded footnotes, I should have wished that I had. However, they shall disappear from the next edition. Meanwhile, the Book of the Sword is getting on merrily. Ever yours faithfully,. There was an eerie vein in Burton. His eyes suggested it. An assassin complicates Ben's fight to prevent a corrupt tycoon's lackey from being elected governor. Candy falls for a girl Tisha Sterling being harassed by a former lawman-turned-blackmailer William Windom. The Cartwrights must find out why Candy is being held in River Bend on a minor charge without bail.
Peter Germano. Joe gets involved in a miners' strike after the death of a friend leaves the miners without a leader. Michael Landon. When a man's guilt over his son's death lead him to drinking, his wife and other children pay more attention to Hoss. An outcast jeopardizes negotiations with the Indians when he decides to rejoin the tribe he rejected his whole life. Ben and Candy are trapped in a mine shaft by a vengeful ex-prisoner James Whitmore , who wrongly served time based on the testimony of the pair.
The only lawyer Albert Dekker who can defend Hoss in the case of a murdered cattle buyer is an alcoholic. John Hawkins and William Riley Burnett. Joe and Candy are swindled out of a herd of cattle by the Farrell brothers Paul Mantee , Michael Witney , so they follow the sparring brothers back to their Arizona hideout. Joe takes a job as a substitute teacher and must deal with two incorrigible boys and their father, who doesn't think his boys need an education.
A band of Gypsies arrives on the Ponderosa and one of them wishes to marry a Cartwright. Hoss and Joe allow their rivalry for the affections of an attractive singer Kathleen Crowley to get them into damage suits. Little Joe tries to convince and ailing recluse that she needs to file a legal claim to her remote property to prevent a timber tycoon from logging on her land.
Jack B. Hoss, charged with robbery and murder, has to break out of jail in order to escape a lynch mob. Possession of an Army payroll brings danger to the Cartwrights, Candy and a small Army unit, with some of Candy's past coming to light in the process. Ben is left alone with his prisoner Joe Don Baker to face a murderous and notorious gang after frightened citizens bail out. Ben is cheated out of a valuable bull by the son Jeremy Slate of one of his old friends Denver Pyle , a cattle baron who has been declared legally incompetent.
Hoss and Little Joe act as campaign managers for opposing mayoral candidates Tom Bosley and Wally Cox who are devoted friends. The Cartwrights are accused of being deadbeats in an effort to discredit their good name. Don Richardson. The serenity of the Ponderosa is disrupted by a small relative of the Cartwrights, an unruly tomboy Linda Sue Risk who's the subject of a custody battle. Antoinette Bower guest star. A young woman endures scorn when she returns to Virginia City with a child fathered by a Native American after four years of captivity by renegade Indians.
A stubborn landowner defies his family and neighbors by allowing Native Americans to live on his land. Little Joe and Candy win a damaged ore processing mill in a poker game and encounter opposition from their competitor. Ben's reunion with an old friend is marred when he learns that the man is wanted for stealing cattle and political crimes. Ward Hawkins , Frank Telford. When a rancher that Little Joe fought with is found dead, he's arrested for murder. Gunmen kidnap Little Joe and offer him in exchange for a grand jury witness. Hoss takes a frightened young wife Joan Van Ark to the Ponderosa to protect her from her estranged outlaw husband James Olson.
Stanley Roberts , Jack B. Candy has to rely on the testimony of a Native American horse thief to prove his innocence on a murder charge. A British widow Mildred Natwick involves Candy in her plan to recover valuables she lost in a holdup. Hoss announces his intention to marry a girl Mary Fickett who was raised by Native Americans. A group of retired Army veterans plan to rob a mint with the help of Candy. John Hawkins, Frank Chase.
A magician Richard Haydn plots to involve the Cartwright boys with his identical twin daughters in a swindling plot. Ben and four companions are trapped in a collapsing courthouse and are forced to rely on an accused murderer for help. Hoss tries to help a freed slave Ossie Davis cope with bigots of a white community. Candy tries to help an army sergeant locate a hidden arms plant. Hoping to save her broken marriage, a woman accuses Little Joe of theft and trying to run off with her.
Little Joe and Candy try to protect a murder witness. Will Geer guest star. Herschel Daugherty. A marshal's daughter steals her father's money and runs off with an ex-convict. Ben and Hoss mediate a custody battle among relatives of a teenager who inherited a gold mine. Ben and Hoss aid an ex-Confederate prison commandant who's being threatened by his former captives. Larry Linville guest star. John Hawkins, Peter Germano.
Bank robbers use the Cartwrights as dupes in a plot to loot the Virginia City bank. James B. The wording of an old law may cause Ben to lose the Ponderosa to an odd man who crossed it in a horse-drawn rowboat. A young woman named Jenny Winters claims to have witnessed a stagecoach robbery.
Joseph Lejtes. Candy is accused of a string of serious crimes, including murder, robbery and arson in Stillwater. Hoss soon finds plenty of trouble on his hands, namely dealing with reluctant bridegroom Hiram Peabody Tom Bosley , who wants to get arrested so as to avoid an impending marriage to an undesirable woman whom has been his pen pal and has never met in person. He also must deal with a smooth-talking salesman who plans to sell shares in a planned resort in Virginia City. Will Griner is acquitted of a murder after two key witnesses disappeared before the trial.
When a bloodthirsty lynch mob comes after him, thinking him to have silenced the witnesses, Griner goes to the Cartwrights for help. Joe's old friend, Dan Logan Steve Forrest , is hired as a range detective to stop a cattle rustling outbreak. Richard Bull guest star. After Candy shoots and kills armed robber James Campbell in self defense, he learns that he left behind his widow, Lisa, and young son. Joe's friend Wade Turner Gregory Walcott , a storekeeper who is engaged and has been offered a promotion at work, tries to deal with a devastating brain tumor that leaves him with a paralyzing sensitivity to bright light and will soon render him blind.
Two men whom Ben once worked with during a gold claim arrive in Virginia City While returning home from a horse-buying trip, Joe is met by old seafaring friend Abner Willoughby John Astin , who has returned to Nevada to find a stash of gold he hid 17 years earlier in Glory Hole. Circus midget and new widower George Marshall Michael Dunn struggles to deal with the prejudice of Mr. Flynt, the town's banker, when he refuses to hire him despite Ben's recommendation.
Ben needs to transport three large timber beams but the local freight company won't do it. When a new independent freight hauler is approached for the job, Ben recognizes "Gunny" Riley Robert Lansing , a former soldier in the Mexican war, but on the opposite side. Candy quits his job at the Ponderosa after inheriting a fortune from an old Indian friend. He takes a job as vice president of a land promotion firm, unaware that the president is defrauding customers. Ben comes to the aid of Amy Wilder Jo Van Fleet , an eccentric old woman and animal hoarder, when a scheming neighbor wants her declared incompetent so he can purchase her home and property.
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Ralph Waite guest star. Ben notes that Jennifer is the same age as oldest son Adam, but that doesn't matter. Stanley Roberts. A new school is opened in Virginia City, and one of the students is an angry teen-aged boy named Billy Burgess David Cassidy. After a difficult day at school, Billy angrily wishes that his teacher would die. Sure enough, the teacher is found murdered and Billy is fingered as the suspect.
A ruthless meat packer named Emit Whitney schemes to monopolize the local cattle industry by buying the rail line that is used to transport the cattle to market. Note : A new actress plays Miss Crabtree. The events of the show's pilot episode, "A Rose For Lotta", are disregarded. Joe helps a young Mexican boy who has suffered from years of abuse by two sadistic slave owners who now want the lad's gold claim and will do anything to get it. Ben manages to shoot and kill Walker, but now his son - the spitting image of his father - is hellbent on revenge.
In the series' only Easter-themed episode, a Quaker woman convinces Hoss to pose as the Easter bunny for the orphanage. While wearing a rabbit costume, Hoss must try to foil the efforts of a bumbling gang that is plotting to loot the Wells Fargo coach. Meena Calhoun has gotten engaged to bumbling outlaw Virgil Potts, who is now trying to make an honest living in the livery business. Virgil soon finds himself in a heated rivalry with Joe, Hoss, and new friend Dusty, who have opened up a stable of their own.
A pair of Easterners have read tall tales about the Wild West and come to Virginia City to live out their dream - be bank robbers in the tradition of their heroes. Hoss somehow becomes involved with their adventures. Alone at the Ponderosa while everyone else is away on a cattle drive, Joe suffers a compound fracture in his left arm when kicked by a horse spooked by a severe thunderstorm. Joe fights to stay conscious and treat his wounds. A series of destructive fires has Virginia City residents on edge and anxious to catch the arsonist. Sowards , John Hawkins.
The Cartwrights lend their support to The Weary Willies, a group of Civil War veterans who are struggling to re-enter society. Richard Thomas guest stars. Hoss is falsely accused of murder by a corrupt sheriff named Price Buchanan Denver Pyle. While en route to prison, Hoss manages to escape the prison wagon with a woman named Madge Tucker Salome Jens.
The Cartwrights are part of a posse that is after Davis, who shot and killed an Army colonel, when they are attacked by a rogue Indian tribe. Gideon Yates Richard Kiley , a corrupt lawman whose wife Terry Moore had shot her soon-to-be ex-husband, tries to silence the murder's only witness - Little Joe Cartwright. Hoss unwittingly volunteers to be named sheriff of an aptly named town named Trouble.
After Ben is seriously injured in a horse-riding accident far from home, Joe seeks help from valley settlers who are terrified of a corrupt rancher and his foremen.
Old-school Zach Randolph Will Geer refuses to make amends with his gravely ill daughter, Etta Carol Locatell , because her son had been born out of wedlock. Ben risks his family's friendship with the Randolphs to set the stubborn old man straight. The Cartwrights come to the aid of Mexican farmers in the Prince River vicinity, after they were run off the land by a corrupt tycoon wanting to strip mine the area.
Nicholas Webster. A reformed outlaw named Pepper Shannon comes to the Ponderosa seeking a job. Ben agrees to hire him, but has to keep both Pepper and an impressionable Jamie away from each other. Joe and Hoss pose as stagecoach robbers in an effort to track down their stolen money. However, their plans are forced to change after the wife of one of the robbers shows up. Honest John, a drifter, is looking for a nest and hopes to settle on the Ponderosa through his rapport with the newly adopted Jamie.
But John's breakthrough with the boy must be weighed against the seamier side of his character. Jamie's new friend Carrie Sturgis, herself an orphan, is the subject of a heated custody battle between her scheming aunt and uncle. Joe takes it upon himself to see that the girl is protected. Hoss is seriously wounded while accompanying the Brennan clan, Virginia natives who are settling out West, across Nevada Territory. In this adaptation of the Prodigal Son, Jamie - who is struggling to adjust to life on the Ponderosa and at his new school - damages Ben's valuable rifle.
Refusing to take responsibility, he runs away. During a cattle drive, Ben finds himself involved in a power struggle between the trail boss the Cartwrights appointed Ben Johnson and a fellow rancher's foreman Roger Davis , who schemes to take over the job. Ben's dead-on lookalike, the scheming Bradley Meredith, causes serious problems when he poses as the Cartwright patriarch and sells area ranchers' land to the railroad. Philip Leacock. It's a case of reverse racism, as a white-hating black outlaw couple Louis Gossett Jr. Ira Cloninger Dean Jagger , an old friend of the Cartwrights, is toasted at a ceremony as a hero and asked to run for governor.
When an influenza outbreak strikes the Ponderosa, the treatment methods and philosophy of two women from different generations clash. A white supremacist named Mr. Ganns plans to disrupt a peace-treaty signing between the people of Virginia City and the Paiutes by massacring the entire town, then pin the blame on the Indian tribe. Joe is blinded by an explosion and wallows in self-pity as he struggles to come to grips with his condition.
Ben's friend, April Christopher Vera Miles , is bitten by a rabid wolf during her visit. With no treatment available, the Cartwrights and April's family struggle to watch her condition deteriorate.
During a harsh winter that kills off the stock of many ranchers, Ben offers to test a new breed's endurance by herding a cow from the stock on Sawtooth Mountain. Note : Filmed in , this episode was originally scheduled to air during the season. The show was pulled due to its violent content,. A traveling professional wrestler named Tom Callahan Victor French is the only person who can prove Dusty Rhoades's innocence when the Ponderosa foreman is falsely jailed.
John Hawkins, Ward Hawkins. Against Ben's orders, Jamie drives a supply wagon on a route he's not supposed to; he loses control and wrecks the wagon. Jamie escapes uninjured but one of the horses is so badly hurt it has to be shot. Jill Conway Susan Tyrrell is an alcoholic mother whose husband was sent to prison for robbery on Hoss's testimony. In a pent-up rage, Jill demands that Hoss look after her son. Two ranchers find a seriously wounded Little Joe in the Nevada desert.
As he struggles for life, Joe mumbles incoherently about his surrealistic nightmares about a teepee and a wagon wheel. A "beautiful baby" contest that Hoss is judging quickly turns into a circus, thanks to the fortune-hunting parents who are determined to win at all costs. Little Joe helps an old-time sheriff escort cunning outlaw Hank Simmons to jail. The crafty Simmons kills the sheriff and injures Joe, but Joe turns out to always be one step ahead of Simmons. Virginia City's new doctor, Mark Sloan Richard Mulligan , is dealt a double-blow when his wife leaves him, blaming him for their baby being stillborn.
In the heat of the moment, Sloan kidnaps the baby of another woman. Jamie's girlfriend, Neta Thatcher, witnesses a drifter named Griff Bannon Bradford Dillman rob and kill a man at a roadside camp. John Hawkins, Robert Pirosh. Civil War veteran Will Hewitt Rip Torn returns to Virginia City, blinded and determined to solve the mystery behind the death of his brother.
Vengeful Sen. Carson Peter Whitney pins the blame on Hoss when his son is killed by his ex-girlfriend. The Cartwrights do all they can to stop Carson from destroying the Ponderosa. Jamie and three of his schoolmates - Lester, Judith and Roberto - are kidnapped after church by the nefarious Doyle gang, who escaped from a wagon carrying them to prison.
In the third and final episode featuring the Calhouns, Luke is bankrupted after a stock investment gone bad, so he and his daughter Meena move to the Ponderosa until he can get back on his feet. Ben begins the process to adopt Jamie as his son, but the process is complicated when Jamie's maternal grandfather, Ferris Callahan Will Geer , comes forward wanting custody.
Joe is caught in the middle of a bitter dispute between an aging Native American chief and the man who stole the Indian's warbonnet years ago as a saloon decoration. In a rare episode with Hop Sing in the spotlight, the Cartwright's servant is panning for gold during a vacation when he falls in love with a white woman.
The relationship blossoms into an engagement, but the marriage never takes place. Hoss turns to a clairvoyant named Judith Coleman Joan Hackett to help in a search for Jamie, who has gotten lost in the high country. However, Judith is reluctant to help out, fearing that her psychic abilities will ruin her engagement to a minister. Samuel A.
Peeples , John Hawkins. Cactus Murphy Buddy Ebsen , an embittered ranch hand whom Ben fired, suggests that the Cartwright patriarch is getting a little old to "put in a real week's work. Preston Wood, Karl Tunberg. Ben's friendship with the Kosovos, a young immigrant family from Serbia, puts him in danger when family patriarch Nick suffers a psychotic snap, goes on a rampage and barricades them in their home. In a satirical look at unusual, silly laws and customs, Joe and Hoss try to explain to their skeptical father why their delivery run to Agua Santos, Mexico took so long.
An unimpressed Ben listens as his sons explain their story. Hoss tries to disrupt the robbery and is critically wounded by the group's leader, Shanklin Charles Cioffi. The Cartwrights attempt to reconstruct a hour period of Ben's life after he fears he may have been the unknown gunman who shot down Sid Langley Lawrence Montaigne , a corrupt real estate broker who has become hated in Virginia City. Jamie's 7-year-old friend, Jonah Morgan, is badly wounded when he and Jamie walk into the Virginia City Bank during a robbery by the evil Springer gang.
Roscoe Lee Browne guest star. It's a case of comic mistaken identity when Hoss - on a delivery run for the Ponderosa - is mistaken as a member of the bumbling Younger Brothers gang. William D. Gordon , Ward Hawkins. Soon Ben discovers the woman is trying to plan a rendezvous with her husband who is a fugitive confederate soldier. Ben's ability to close a lucrative cattle purchase with a picky livestock heiress Loretta Swit hinges on Hoss and Joe's ability to sell a dilapidated saloon they were duped into buying.
Note: Dan Blocker Hoss Cartwright 's final television role. He passed away a month after this episode aired from complications following surgery. Little Joe falls in love with Alice Harper played by a young Bonnie Bedelia who he meets while rescuing her gambler brother John Andy Robinson from a poker game gone bad. Ben helps ex-convict John Dundee Robert Lansing re-adjust to society. However, Dundee's boorish attitude complicates matters. Douglas Day Stewart. Jamie joins an elite club. However, when a classmate dies from cardiac arrhythmia during the initiation, the club's president Ted Hoag Ron Howard is blamed.
Note: first episode of Griff King. In this sequel episode to "Riot," Ben helps parolee Griff King adjust to life outside of prison, giving him a job as a ranch hand. Nicholas Colasanto. Ben and a pregnant woman Sian Barbara Allen are held hostage by a gang of robbers, who are plotting a stagecoach robbery and are determined to prevent interference by anyone with the name Cartwright. Samuel Clemens Ken Howard makes his return to Virginia City, this time offering tall tales over an unsolved murder that was tied to a claim jumping.
Joe is given a beautiful, black stallion for his birthday present, but winds up sacrificing it when he rides to the rescue of a young boy who was accidentally shot by his outlaw father. He can bring many new procedures to Nevada Territory. However, Dr. Agar is addicted to morphine, which results in trouble Griff's friend, widowed farmer Jonathan May Jack Albertson , wants to adopt two young orphans, one of whom is unable to talk. When Jonathan is told he cannot adopt the boys, Griff decides to set the adoption agency folks straight on what a loving father is.
Jamie forms a bond with an Irish setter he names April. However, April was a runt and - according to its rightful owner - should be put to sleep because it is a disgrace to the breed. When April competes in a field trial, the dog's owner soon learns that it's not the size of the dog that matters, but the size of the fight in the dog. Richard Collins. The catch: the husband happens to be the new teacher at the Virginia City School.
A man posing as Candy robs one of Ben's elderly business associates; during the robbery, the woman suffers a fatal heart attack. Candy is quickly arrested and brought to trial. Note : Last episode filmed, but broadcast second to last based on edict from NBC that a season finale episode could not be focused on character s that weren't Cartwright's. During a delivery run, Joe meets Cpl.
Bill Tanner Tom Skerritt , who turns out to be a war-deranged madman who enjoys stalking down his helpless victims before killing them. After stealing Joe's wagon and his supplies, the psychotic Tanner explains that Joe just became his latest "prey. This is the continuing saga of the Cartwrights, only none of the original Cartwrights are here anymore but their sons appear.
Ben's brother, Aaron is now in charge of the Ponderosa, and Little Joe's wife, Annie also lives there. His son, Benjamin has come back from the East. Charlie Poke is a man who owes his life to Ben Cartwright. But now they have a new master — who orders them to prey on the living. The ghoul-master has old scores to se Where does darkness end and light begin? Why, in the shadows, of course — and this collection begins in the darkest of shadows, where unearthly horrors slink and prowl, flesh creeps, and blood congeals at the touch of hellish talons. The Strangelove Chronicles - 3.
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When Will searches for a prop he can use as an infernal machine a Victorian time bomb for a comedy melodrama his class is putting on as a school play, lawyer and sorcerer Titus Croadley realizes this is his chance for revenge. While making a Super-8 Frankenstein movie at an historic local castle, Will, Lisa Goodwin and Waldo discover a real monster: The statue looks like a winged sphinx with clawed ha The Supernatural Adventures of Will Sutton - 1.
During a class trip to remote Thunder Mountain, Will, Lisa and Waldo stumble upon the sinister secrets of Seth Tuttle, a mad old farmer who has made a terrible bargain with She-Who-Walks-In-Thunder, a forgotten pagan goddess. Will's idyllic summer vacation at the beach comes to an unexpected end when he unwittingly summons notorious pirate Red Patch Roger, the bloodiest buccaneer of them all, from his unhallowed grave. Red Patch, whispered the legend, had sold himself to This eclectic mix of fantastic tales has cosmic horrors and comic absurdities to chill your spine and tickle your funybone.
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