"What you tell is all lies."
"Indeed, indeed, it is not," exclaimed the midshipman fervently.
"Go!" said the interpreter.
A twitch from the rope at the same moment recalled our hero to his right mind; and the remembrance of the poor wretch who had just suffered the bastinado, and also of Peter the Great"s oft-repeated reference to "whacking," had the effect of crushing the spirit of rebellion which had just begun to arise in his breast. Thus he was conducted ignominiously into the street and back to the market-square, where he was made to stand with a number of other men, who, like himself, appeared to be slaves. For what they were there waiting he could not tell, but he was soon enlightened, as after half an hour, a dignified-looking Moor in flowing apparel came forward, examined one of the captives, felt his muscles, made him open his mouth, and otherwise show his paces, after which he paid a sum of money for him and a negro attendant led him away.
"I"m to be sold as a slave," Foster involuntarily groaned aloud.
"Like all the rest of us," growled a stout sailor-like man, who stood at his elbow.
Foster turned quickly to look at him, but a sudden movement in the group separated them after the first glance at each other.
By way of relieving his overcharged feelings he tried to interest himself in the pa.s.sers-by. This, however, he found very difficult, until he observed a st.u.r.dy young Cabyle coming along with two enormous feathery bundles suspended over his right shoulder, one hanging before, the other behind. To his surprise these bundles turned out to be living fowls, tied by the legs and hanging with their heads down. There could not, he thought, have been fewer than thirty or forty birds in each bundle, and it occurred to him at once that they had probably been carried to market thus from some distance in the country. At all events, the young Cabyle seemed to be dusty and warm with walking. He even seemed fatigued, for, when about to pa.s.s the group of slaves, he stopped to rest and flung down his load. The shock of the fall must have snapped a number of legs, for a tremendous cackle burst from the bundles as they struck the ground.
This raised the thought in Foster"s mind that he could hope for no mercy where such wanton cruelty was not even deemed worthy of notice by the bystanders; but the sound of a familiar voice put all other thoughts to flight.
"Dis way, ma.s.sa, you"s sure to git fuss-rate fellers here. We brought "im in on"y yesterday--all fresh like new-laid eggs."
The speaker was Peter the Great. The man to whom he spoke was a Moor of tall stature and of somewhat advanced years.
Delighted more than he could express, in his degraded and forlorn condition, at this unlooked-for meeting with his black friend, Foster was about to claim acquaintance, when the negro advanced to the group among whom he stood, exclaiming loudly--
"Here dey am, ma.s.sa, dis way." Then turning suddenly on Foster with a fierce expression, he shouted, "What you lookin" at, you babby-faced ijit? Hab you nebber seen a handsome n.i.g.g.e.r before dat you look all t"under-struck of a heap? Can"t you hold your tongue, you chatterin"
monkey?" and with that, although Foster had not uttered a syllable, the negro fetched him a sounding smack on the cheek, to the great amus.e.m.e.nt of the bystanders.
Well was it then for our middy that it flashed into his mind that Peter the Great, being the most astounding "hyperkrite" on earth, was at work in his deceptive way, else would he have certainly retaliated and brought on himself swift punishment--for slaves were not permitted to resent injuries or create riots. As it was, he cast down his eyes, flushed scarlet, and restrained himself.
"Now, ma.s.sa," continued the negro, turning to the fine, sailor-like man who had spoken to Foster a few minutes before, "here"s a nice-lookin"
man. Strong an" healfy--fit for anyt"ing no doubt."
"Ask him if he understands gardening," said the Moor.
We may remark, in pa.s.sing, that Peter the Great and his owner had a peculiar mode of carrying on conversation. The latter addressed his slave in the Lingua Franca, while Peter replied in his own n.i.g.g.e.r English, which the Moor appeared to understand perfectly. Why they carried it on thus we cannot explain, but it is our duty to record the fact.
"Understand gardening!" exclaimed the sailor, in supreme contempt, "I should think not. Wot d"you take me for, you black baboon! Do I look like a gardener? Ploughin" an" diggin" I knows nothin" about wotsomever, though I _have_ ploughed the waves many a day, an" I"m considered a fust-rate hand at diggin" into wittles."
"Oh! ma.s.sa, das de man for your money! Buy him, quick!" cried the negro, with a look of earnest entreaty at his master. "He say he"s ploughed many a day, an"s a fuss-rate hand at diggin". _Do_ buy "im!"
But the Moor would not buy him. Either he understood the sailor"s language to some extent, or that inveterate obstinacy of which Peter had made mention as being part of his character was beginning to a.s.sert itself.
"Ask this one what he knows about it," said the Moor, pointing to a thin young man, whose sprightly expression showed that he had not yet fully realised what fate was in store for him in the pirates" stronghold.
"Wich is it you mean, ma.s.sa, dis one?" said Peter, purposely mistaking and turning to Foster. "Oh! you needn"t ask about _him_. He not wuff his salt. I could tell him at a mile off for a lazy, useless feller.
Gib more trouble dan he"s wuff. Dere now, dis looks a far better man,"
he added, laying hold of the thin sprightly youth and turning him round.
"What d"ye t"ink ob dis one?"
"I _told_ you to ask that one," replied the Moor sharply.
"Can you do gardenin", you feller?" asked Peter.
"Oui, oui--un peu," replied the youth, who happened to be French, but understood English.
"None ob your wee-wees an" poo-poos to me. Can"t you speak English?"
"Oui, yes, I gardin ver" leetle."
"Jus" so. Das de man for us, ma.s.sa, if you won"t hab de oder. I likes de look ob "im. I don"t t"ink he"ll be hard on de wittles, an" he"s so t"in dat he won"t puspire much when he works in de sun in summer. Do buy _him_, ma.s.sa."
But "ma.s.sa" would not buy him, and looked hard for some time at our hero.
"I see how it am," said the negro, growing sulky. "You set your heart on dat useless ijit. Do come away, ma.s.sa, it "ud break my heart to lib wid sich a feller."
This seemed to clinch the matter, for the Moor purchased the objectionable slave, ordered Peter the Great to bring him along, and left the market-place.
"Didn"t I tell you I"s de greatest hyperkrite as ever was born?" said Peter, in a low voice, when sufficiently far in rear to prevent being overheard by his master.
"You certainly did," replied Foster, who felt something almost like satisfaction at this change in his fate; "you are the most perfect hypocrite that I ever came across, and I am not sorry for it. Only I hope you won"t deceive your friends."
"Honour bright!" said the negro, with a roll of the eyes and a solemnity of expression that told far more than words could express.
"Can you tell me," asked the middy, as they walked along, "what has become of that fine-looking girl that was captured with her father and mother by your captain?"
"Don"t say _my_ captain, sar," replied Peter sternly. "He no captain ob mine. I was on"y loaned to him. But I knows nuffin ob de gall. Bery likely she"s de Dey"s forty-second wife by dis time. Hush! look sulky,"
he added quickly, observing that his master was looking back.
Poor Foster found himself under the necessity of following his black friend"s lead, and acting the "hyperkrite," in order to prevent their friendship being discovered. He did it with a bad grace, it is true, but felt that, for his friend"s sake if not his own, he was bound to comply. So he put on an expression which his cheery face had not known since that period of infancy when his frequent demands for sugar were not gratified. Wheels worked within wheels, however, for he felt so disgusted with the part he had to play that he got into the sulks naturally!
"Fuss-rate!" whispered Peter, "you"s a"most as good as myself."
By this time they had reached one of the eastern gates of the city. It was named Bab-Azoun. As they pa.s.sed through it the negro told his brother-slave that the large iron hooks which ornamented the wall there were used for the purpose of having criminals cast on them; the wretched victims being left to hang there, by whatever parts of their bodies chanced to catch on the hooks, till they died.
Having reached the open country outside the walls, they walked along a beautiful road, from which were obtained here and there splendid views of the surrounding country. On one side lay the blue Mediterranean, with its picturesque boats and shipping, and the white city descending to the very edge of the sea; on the other side rose the wooded slopes of a suburb named Mustapha, with numerous white Moorish houses in the midst of luxuriant gardens, where palms, bananas, cypresses, aloes, lemon-trees, and orange groves perfumed the balmy air, and afforded grateful shade from the glare of the African sun.
Into one of those gardens the Moor at last turned and led the way to a house, which, if not in itself beautiful according to European notions of architecture, was at least rendered cheerful with whitewash, and stood in the midst of a beauty and luxuriance of vegetation that could not be surpa.s.sed.
Opening a door in this building, the Turk entered. His slaves followed, and Foster, to his surprise, found what may be styled a miniature garden in the courtyard within.
CHAPTER FOUR.
OUR MIDDY IS PUT TO WORK--ALSO PUT ON HIS "WORD-OF-HONOUR," AND RECEIVES A GREAT SHOCK OF SURPRISE.
George Foster soon found that his master and owner, Ben-Ahmed, was a stern and exacting, but by no means an ill-natured or cruel, man. He appeared to be considerably over sixty years of age, but showed no signs of abated vigour. In character he was amiable and just, according to his light, but dignified and reticent.
His first act, after seating himself cross-legged on a carpet in a marble and tessellated recess, was to call for a hookah. He smoked that for a few minutes and contemplated the courtyard on which the recess opened. It was a pleasant object of contemplation, being filled with young orange-trees and creeping plants of a tropical kind, which were watered by a stone fountain in the centre of the court. This fountain also served to replenish a marble bath, to cool the sultry air, and to make pleasant tinkling music. Of course the nose was not forgotten in this luxurious a.s.semblage of things that were gratifying to ear and eye.