'Travels in Assyria, Media, and Persia, including a journey from Bagdad by Mount Zagros, to Hamadan, the ancient Ecbatana, researches in Ispahan and the ruins of Persepolis, and journey from thence by Shiraz and Shapoor to the sea-shore. Description of Bussorah, Bushire, Bahrein, Ormuz, and Muscat, narrative of an expedition against the pirates of the Persian Gulf, with illustrations of the voyage of Nearchus, and passage by the Arabian Sea to Bombay.' [‎186] (217/582)

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both good and bad. It was curious to observe this man, when
praying, as he sometimes did, for the sake of preserving our re
putation; for though it was clear that he had no firm belief
in the religion in which he had been brought up, yet he always
saluted his guardian angels, over his shoulder, (which is a part of
the ceremony of Mohammedan devotion,) with the greatest re
spect, and firmly believed that they had a share in all the good or
evil that befel him. It was thus that he roused me from a
sound sleep before midnight, to tell me of a demon having dis
torted his limbs, and placed him in such a position that he could
not himself distinguish his hands from his feet. It was in vain
I assured him that these were among the common symptoms of
fever, and that they arose from the disordered state of his blood.
He disbelieved all I said, but gave full credit to what had been
told him of Rahmatabad having been originally a seat of de
mons, and insisted that it was one of these who had twisted his
limbs into such indescribable postures during the early part of
the night.
After this, no sleep was obtained by any of our party. A large
fire was kindled, and we waited patiently for daylight, as we all
dreaded the cold too much to venture out before sunrise.
Oct . 3rd.—When the day was broadly opened, we knocked
out the ashes from our pipes, and put a stop to the long stories
that we had each been telling in his turn, over the blazing fire
around which we sat; and in half an hour after the sun was up,
we were again on our way.
Our course lay about south-east by east, over a desert and
locky road, until in about two hours we came to the village of
Dumboo, where we watered our horses at a large pond in the
middle of the town, and alighted ourselves to drink. The place
was small, poor, and without gardens; but about a mile or two
to the westward of it, at the foot of the hills, there was a larger
village, called Eshen, seated among cultivation and trees.
Two hours from hence, on a south-east course, brought us