As soon as he was close to him he said in a most terrible tone: “Get up, that I may kill thee with this scimitar, as thou hast caused the death of my son.” He accompanied these words with a dreadful yell. He was still on his knees, when he saw a genie, white with age and of an enormous stature, advancing toward him, with a scimitar in his hand. When he had finished his frugal repast he washed his hands, his face, and his feet, and repeated a prayer, like a good Mussulman. When he had satisfied his hunger he amused himself with throwing about the stones of the fruit with considerable velocity. He alighted, and tying his horse to a branch of the tree, sat down on its bank to eat some biscuits and dates from his little store. On the fourth day of his journey he felt himself so incommoded by the heat of the sun that he turned out of his road, in order to rest under some trees by which there was a fountain. He arrived without any accident at the place of his destination and having finished his business, set out on his return. Having one day an affair of great importance to settle at a considerable distance from home, he mounted his horse, and with only a sort of cloak-bag behind him, in which he had put a few biscuits and dates, he began his journey. There was formerly, sire, a merchant, who was possessed of great wealth, in land, merchandise, and ready money.
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