"رحلات في آشور، ميديا، وبلاد فارس، بما في ذلك رحلة من بغداد مروراً بجبل زاغروس وصولاً إلى حمدان، في أكباتانا القديمة، والبحوث في أصفهان وأطلال برسبوليس، ورحلة منها مروراً بشيراز وشابور وصولاً إلى ساحل البحر. وصف البصرة، بوشهر، البحرين، هرمز، ومسقط، وسرد لحملة ضد قراصنة الخليج العربي، مع رسومات توضيحية لرحلة بحرية لنيرتشوس، والمرور ببحر العرب إلى بومباي. [‎٨‎١] (٥٨٢/١١٢)

TO THE FRIENDS OF MY COMPANION. gj
remained fixed in his purpose, beyond all the power of entreaty
or refusal to shake it.
When the day of our departure from Bagdad came, Ismael
appeared before me in tears, and his eyes were red and swoln with
shedding them ; but when I asked him why he would make such
painful sacrifices for my sake, he answered only by beating his
hand violently upon his heart, stifling a deep sob, and turning
aside his head to hide the vehemence of his grief. We armed
ourselves in my room, before we descended into the court to
mount; and when I braced on my pistols, he handled them, and
tried their locks with a sort of frantic pleasure. His own musket,
which was a small- East India military one, of English make,
pleased him extremely ; and he tried the elasticity of my lance,
shaking his head at the same time, and regretting that he was not
expert in the use of so appropriate a weapon as this was for a
horseman. He examined every item of my baggage with scru
pulous attention, demanded to know the exact sum of money
which I took with me, and what was the nature of the papers
I possessed. In short, his behaviour appeared to me so strange
and unaccountable, that I felt myself now and then relapsing into
those suspicions which my kind advisers had previously removed.
But my naturally confiding disposition overcame all doubts, and
I was ultimately quite satisfied with the arrangements made.
We set out therefore together, without any other feeling on my
part than a strong desire to know more of my companion, whose
conduct appeared so inexplicable,—and every day partially ac
complished that wish. At the gate of Bagdad, Ismael was met
by an elderly Christian merchant, whose name was Elias, and
the parting between these was like that of a father and a son
separating never again to meet. Tears flowed fast from the eyes
of both ; and when I learnt that this venerable old man was the
father of Ismael's love, there was something associated with the
idea of a Moslem Dervish dying with affection for the daughter
of a Christian merchant; (and these—though one was poor and
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