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mohammed ali and his house-第4部分

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the Koran; one must also use one's hands industriously; and learn the precepts of worldly wisdom; and the very first of these is; 'Have money; and you can obtain all else。'〃

〃I will have money; that I may obtain all else!〃 exclaimed Mohammed; 〃only tell me how to procure it。〃

〃That is just where the difficulty lies; you foolish boy;〃 said the merchant; stroking his brown hair gently。 〃Those who rob and plunder make it much easier for themselves in the world; and I have known many a one to begin his career as a robber who; subsequently; ruled over men as a grand pacha。 Yet I am confident that it is not in this manner you wish to acquire riches; but as an honest man。〃

〃Yes; as an honest man! I desire to gain honor; magnificence; and wealth; by the power of my will and my intellect。〃

〃Honor; magnificence; and wealth?〃 repeated Mr。 Lion。 〃These are grand words; my boy! It will be very difficult to accomplish so much; and I can render you no assistance in doing so; yet I will take you into my business and try to make a merchant of you; if you wish it。〃

〃Merchant!〃 repeated the boy; thoughtfully。 〃I have nothing that I could sell。〃

〃Yet you can sell yourself。 Do not look at me so angrily! I do not mean that you should sell yourself as a slave; but do business with your head; your work; and your good…will。 Help me to wait on my customers; to sell goods; and to praise them with pleasing manners; and I will furnish you with food and clothing; and pay you monthly wages besides; which you can give to your mother。〃

〃I should have to stand behind the counter; and play the amiable to people; as I have seen you do?〃

〃Yes; my son; that you would have to do。〃

〃I should have to listen quietly to the gossips; spread out before them the carpets; turbans; and Persian shawls; and; as I have seen you do; cover the spots with my hands and praise the goods; and then hear them scold; and bargain; and cheapen?〃

〃Really; you will make a good merchant; I see you have learned a great deal already。〃

〃I should; when the women stroll in and seat themselves at the counter; have to wait on them humbly with coffee; and beg them to do us the honor? Should have to hear them talk about their domestic affairs; their cats; and their dogs; and appear to be delighted with the sweetness of their voices; and the lustre of their eyes?〃

〃By your prophet; you are a finished merchant; and will make a splendid salesman!〃

〃No; I shall not!〃 cried the boy。 〃No; sir! I love you with my whole soul; and have often observed and admired how you understand your art; but; forgive me for saying so; I cannot become a merchant! Propose something that I can do。〃

〃Very well! I will propose something else; become a writer; learn the art; understood by so few; of putting words spoken by others on paper with signs。 I should be well pleased; as I need a writer。 The one I have has grown old and lazy; and; though I can speak your language; I cannot write it。 Yes; learn to write; and then you will be provided for permanently; for writers are rare; and〃

〃I will not learn it!〃 said the boy; interrupting him; 〃I will have nothing to do with the pen。 I will write my name with the sword on the faces of my enemies!〃

〃That would be a beautiful handwriting!' observed Mr。 Lion; laughing。 〃It will; however; be some time before you can do that; and; in the mean while; I would advise you to go to old Scha…er Mehsed; the story…teller。 He knows wonderful tales; and the whole history of the great Prophet Mohammed。 You know; in the evenings; crowds assemble around him; and it fairly rains pennies。 But Scha…er Mehsed has grown old; and hard to understand because he has lost his teeth。 Go and listen to him; then take your seat on the stone and tell stories of the olden time yourself。〃

〃No; Mr。 Lion; that does not suit me either。 I will first do great deeds before I tell of them。 Not until I have grown old shall the men and women assemble around me; then they shall hear of my deeds。 But to tell of the deeds of others only; would give me no pleasure。 I see nothing is left me but to become a soldier。 Yes; a soldier。〃

〃I; too; believe that would be the best thing for you;〃 said Mr。 Lion; with a kindly nod of the head。 〃But then you must wait until you are larger and stronger; for they do not make soldiers of boys; and you are still a boy。 At ten years of age one is not yet a man; my little hero。 But at fifteen you will be a youth; and then you will be accepted as a soldier。 And I prophesy for you a great and brilliant career as such。 Until then; however; I promise to help your mother to take care of you; and; if I can serve you in any way; come to me; for you know I love you; and will gladly do what I can for you。〃

〃Until then I will be the general of the boys of Cavalla; and they shall all bow down to me; and pay me tribute。〃




CHAPTER III

BOYISH DREAMS。


Since that day a great change had taken place in Mohammed Ali。 He was graver and more silent; and participated less in the games of the boys。 He no longer laughed and jested as he had formerly done; but he was all the more busily occupied with his gun; inherited from his father; exercising himself in shooting; and almost always hitting his mark。 He also strengthened his limbs by fencing with his old uncle; who had formerly been a soldier; or by throwing himself into the sea; to struggle with the waves and allow himself to be buffeted about by them for hours。 The boy prepared himself to become a man; and he did so with his whole soul; and with the whole strength of his will。

He often wandered in solitude among the rocks on the heights; or lingered on the beach below; and when he would return to his mother; on such occasions; she could see reflected in his countenance the great thoughts that agitated her boy's soul。 He seemed to her to grow visibly taller each day; that the boy was transforming himself into a man with wonderful rapidity。 She knew that this boy would become a hero; she had seen it in the expression of his eyes while relating her dream; and she comprehended the longing which filled his soul; for her soul was strong and aspiring like his; and Mohammed had inherited his ambition and strong will from his mother Khadra。

〃He thinks as I should think were I a man;〃 said Khadra to herself; as she sat on the threshold of her door regarding her son。 〃Neither should I be contented with our present miserable existence if I were a man。 I; too; should desire to go out and struggle with the world。 Alas! but I am only a poor widow; living a miserable; solitary life; awaiting the day when death shall call me; and unite me in Paradise with Ibrahim Aga; my master。 But let the young eagle brood and think until his wings are grown; and then let him fly into the world out of this miserable; rocky nest。 May Allah bless his purpose; and Mohammed the prophet protect him! Allah il Allah!〃

While the mother was praying; and looking out wistfully into the twilight; Mohammed was sitting in his rocky cave down on the shore。

This was as yet his only possession; his palace! No one knew of this cave; discovered by the boy while wandering on the shore。 He had crept into a narrow opening in the rock which he had observed among the cliffs; that was hardly large enough to admit of the passage of his slender body。 He crept on his hands and knees; and noticed with delight that this opening widened into a cave。 He went on; deeper and deeper into the darkness; when suddenly he saw a bright light overhead; and discovered that he was in a wide cave; lighted from above by a round opening as by a window。

Through this opening he could view the sea; and the sky above。

This cave was known to no one else; and Mohammed carefully preserved the secret of its existence。

This cave was his palace! Here he could dream of the future; here; in impenetrable solitude; he could dwell with his thoughts; from here he could look up and implore counsel from the heavens above; or look down at the foaming sea beneath; and refresh his soul with its majesty。

By degrees he had made this cave habitable。 Who knows but it may be necessary to seek it as a refuge from pursuit and danger some day? Who knows but that he may be compelled to seek safety here some day from his enemies; or even from his friends?

Whatever he could spare from the little sums of money which his mother occasionally gave him; or from the presents of Mr。 Lion or his old uncle; he devoted to the purchase of bedding; or some other article of furniture of the kind used in the huts of the poor。 And then at night; when no one could see him; he would creep with these things into his cave; his palace of the future。 Sometimes; while sitting there dreaming; the deep…blue sky looking down upon him; the sun throwing a ray of golden light through the cave; strange visions would appear to him。 The cave would transform itself into a glittering palace; and the wretched mat that lay on the ground became a luxurious silken couch; on which he reclined; smoking his tschibak; while slaves stood around in reverential attitudes; ready to do his bidding。 When seated on his rickety stoola costly possessionfor it had been bought with the last remnant of his money; it seemed to him that; clothed in purple; he had mounted his throne; around which wondrous strains of melody resounded。 It did not occur to him that it was the murmur of the waves beating upon the rock…bound shore without; to him they were the triumphant songs of his future greeting him; the ruler。

〃A ruler; a hero; a prince; he is to be;〃 said the prophetess to his mother; and he will do what he can to fulfil this prophecy。

It was with a great effort only that he could tear himself away from such ecstatic dreams; quit his hidden paradise; and go out into the world; into reality again。

One cannot live on dreams; one must eat; too。 But it annoys him that he is subjected to this wretched necessity of eating。

〃If I should have nothing to eat; if I should become so poor and miserable as to have no bread; must I then die be cause I am in the habit of eating?〃 he would ask himself; in angry tones。

〃I will learn to live without eating!〃 he cried; in a loud voice。

For days he would wander about in the forests and among the rocks;
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