I
stayed, as usual, this night upon deck, and solaced myself by smoking my
pipe. Ever since I had indulged in this practice at the camp at El
Arish, I could not exist without opium and tobacco. I suppose that my
reason was this night a little clouded with the dose I took; but towards
midnight I was sobered by terror. I started up from the deck on which I
had stretched myself; my turban was in flames--the bale of cotton on
which I had rested was all on fire. I awakened two sailors, who were
fast asleep on deck. The consternation became general, and the confusion
increased the danger. The captain and my master were the most active,
and suffered the most, in extinguishing the flames--my master was
terribly scorched.
"For my part, I was not suffered to do anything; the captain ordered that
I should be bound to the mast; and when at last the flames were
extinguished, the passengers, with one accord, besought him to keep me
bound hand and foot, lest I should be the cause of some new disaster. All
that had happened was, indeed, occasioned by my ill-luck. I had laid my
pipe down, when I was falling asleep, upon the bale of cotton that was
beside me. The fire from my pipe fell out and set the cotton in flames.
Such was the mixture of rage and terror with which I had inspired the
whole crew, that I am sure they would have set me ashore on a desert
island rather than have had me on board for a week longer.
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