and could not draw it up; so he took the end of the cord, and knocked a stake into the shore, and tied the cord to it. He then stripped himself, and dived round the net, and continued to pull until he drew it out; whereupon he rejoiced, and put on his clothes. But when he came to examine the net, he found in it the carcass of an ass. At the sight of this he mourned, and exclaimed, "There is no strength nor power but in God, the High, the Great! This is a strange piece of fortune!" And he repeated the following verse:

O thou who occupiest thyself in the darkest of night and in peril, Spare thy trouble, for the support of Providence is not obtained by toil.

He then disencumbered his net of the dead ass, and wrung it out; after which he spread it and descended to the sea, and, exclaiming, "In the name of God!" cast it again, and waited until it had sunk and was still, when he pulled it, and found it more heavy and more difficult to raise than on the former occasion. He therefore concluded that it was full of fish. So he tied it, and stripped, and plunged and dived, and pulled, until he raised it, and drew it upon the shore; when he found in it only a large jar, full of sand and mud; on seeing which, he was troubled in his heart, and repeated the following words of the poet :

O angry fate, forbear! or, if thou wilt not forbear, relent

Neither favor nor fortune do I gain, nor profit from the work of my hands.

I came to seek my sustenance, but have found it to be exhausted. How many of the ignorant are in splendor; and how many of the wise in obscurity !

So saying, he threw aside the jar, and wrung out and cleansed his net; and, begging the forgiveness of God for his impatience, returned to the sea for the third time, and threw the net, and waited till it had sunk and was motionless. He then drew it out, and found in it a quantity of broken jars and pots. Upon this, he raised his hand toward heaven, and said, "O God, thou knowest that I cast not my net more than four times." Then exclaiming, "In the name of God!" he cast the net into the sea, and waited till it was still; when he at

tempted to draw it up, but could not, for it clung to the bottom. And he exclaimed again, "There is no power or strength but in God," and stripped again, and dived round the net, and pulled it until he raised it upon the shore; when he opened it, and found in it a bottle of brass, filled with something, and having its mouth closed with a stopper of lead bearing the impression of the seal of King Solomon.

At the sight of this the fisherman was rejoiced, and said, "This will I sell in the copper-market; for it is worth ten pieces of gold." He then shook it, and found it to be heavy, and said, "I must open it, and see what is in it, and store it in my bag; and then I will sell the bottle in the copper-market." So he took out a knife, and picked at the lead until he extracted it from the bottle. He then laid the bottle on the ground, and shook it that the contents might pour out.

But there came forth from it nothing but smoke, which ascended towards the sky and spread over the face of the earth; at which he wondered excessively. And after a little while the smoke collected together, and was condensed, and then became agitated, and was converted into an Afrite, whose head was in the clouds, while his feet rested upon the ground. His head was like a dome; his hands were like winnowing forks, and his legs like masts; his mouth resembled a cavern; his teeth were like stones; his nostrils like trumpets; his eyes like lamps; and he had dishevelled and dustcolored hair.

When the fisherman beheld this Afrite, the muscles of his sides quivered, his teeth were locked together, his spittle dried up, and he saw not his way. The Afrite, as soon as he perceived him, exclaimed, "There is no Deity but God! Solomon is the Prophet of God! Slay me not, for I will never again oppose thee in word, or rebel against thee in deed!"

"O Afrite," said the fisherman, "dost thou say Solomon is the Prophet of God? Solomon has been dead a thousand and eight hundred years; and we are now in the end of time. What is thy history, and what is thy tale, and what was the cause of thy entering this bottle?"

When the Afrite heard the words of the fisherman, he said, “There is no Deity but God! Receive news, O fisherman."

"Of what," said the fisherman, "dost thou give me news?"

He answered, "Of thy being instantly put to a most cruel death."

The fisherman exclaimed, "Thou deservest for this news, O master of the Afrites, the withdrawal of protection from thee, O thou far off from all goodness! Wherefore wouldst thou kill me? and what requires thy killing me, when I have liberated thee from this bottle, and rescued thee from the bottom of the sea, and brought thee upon the dry land?"

The Afrite answered: "Choose what kind of death thou wilt die, and in what manner thou shalt be killed."

"What is my offence," said the fisherman, "that this should be my recompense from thee?"

The Afrite replied: "Hear my story, O fisherman."

"Tell it then," said the fisherman, "and be short in thy words, for my soul has sunk down to my feet."

"Know then," said he, “that I am one of the heretical Genii; I rebelled against Solomon the son of David -I and Sacar the Genii; and he sent me his Vizier Asaph, the son of Barakhia, who came upon me forcibly, and took me to him in bonds, and placed me before him. And when Solomon saw me, he offered up a prayer for protection against me, and exhorted me to embrace the faith, and submit to his authority; but I refused. Upon which he called for this bottle, and confined me in it, and closed it upon me with the leaden stopper, which he stamped with the Most Great Name. He then gave orders to the Genii, who carried me away, and threw me in the midst of the sea. There I remained a hundred years; and I said in my heart, 'Whosoever shall liberate me, I will enrich him forever.' But the hundred years passed over me, and no one liberated me. And I entered upon another hundred years; and I said, 'Whosoever shall liberate me, I will open to him the treasures of the earth;' but no one did so. And

four hundred more years passed over me; and I said, 'Whosoever shall liberate me, I will perform for him three wants;' but still no one liberated me. I then fell into a violent rage, and said within myself, Whosoever shall liberate me now, I will kill him, and only suffer him to choose in what manner he shall die.' And lo! now thou hast liberated me, and I have given thee the choice of the manner in which thou wilt die."

When the fisherman had heard the story of the Afrite, he exclaimed, "O Allah! that I should not have liberated him but in such a time as this!" Then said he to the Afrite, "Pardon me, and kill me not; and so may God pardon thee, and destroy thee not; lest God give power over thee to one who will destroy thee."

The Afrite answered, "I must surely kill thee; therefore choose by what manner of death thou wilt die."

The fisherman felt assured of his death; but he implored the Afrite, saying, "Pardon me by way of gratitude for my liberating thee!"

"I have already told thee," replied the Afrite, "that it is for that very reason that I am obliged to take thy life."

"O Sheikh of the Afrites," said the fisherman, "do I act kindly towards thee, and dost thou recompense me with baseness? But the proverb lieth not which saith:

"We did good to them, and they returned to us the reverse; and such, by my life, is the conduct of the wicked.

Thus he who acteth nobly to the undeserving is recompensed in the same manner as the aider of the hyena."

The Afrite when he heard the words, answered by saying, "Covet not life, for thy death is unavoidable."

Then said the fisherman within himself, "This is a Genii, and I am a man; and God hath given me sound reason. Therefore will I now plot his destruction with my heart and reason, like as he has plotted with his cunning and perfidy." So he said to the Afrite, "Hast thou determined to kill me?"-He answered, “Yes.”— Then said he, "By the Most Great Name engraved upon the seal of Solomon, I will ask thee one question and wilt thou answer it truly?"

On hearing the mention of the Most Great Name, the Afrite was agitated, and trembled, and replied, "Yes, ask, and be brief."-The fisherman then said, "How wast thou in this bottle? It will not contain thy hand or thy foot; how then can it contain thy whole body?"— "Dost thou not then believe that I was in it?" said the Afrite. The fisherman answered, "I will never believe thee until I see thee in it."

Upon this, the Afrite shook, and became converted again into smoke, which rose to the sky; and then became condensed, and entered the bottle little by little, until it was all inclosed, when the fisherman hastily snatched the sealed leaden stopper, and, having replaced it in the mouth of the bottle, called out to the Afrite, and said, "Choose in what manner of death thou wilt die. I will assuredly throw thee into the sea, and will build me a house on this spot; and whoever shall come here, I will say to him, "Here is an Afrite, who to any person that liberates him will propose various kinds of death, and then give him the choice of one of them.""

On hearing these words of the fisherman, the Afrite endeavored to escape; but could not, finding himself restrained by the impression of the seal of Solomon, and thus imprisoned by the fisherman as the vilest and least of the Afrites. The fisherman then took the bottle to the brink of the sea. The Afrite exclaimed, “Nay! nay!" to which the fisherman answered, "Yea, without fail! Yea, without fail!"

The Afrite then, addressing him with a soft voice and humble manner, said, "What dost thou intend to do with me, O fisherman?"-He answered, "I will throw thee into the sea, and if thou hast been there a thousand and eight hundred years, I will make thee to remain there until the hour of judgment. Did I not say to thee, 'Spare me, and so may God spare thee; and destroy me not lest God destroy thee?' But thou didst reject my petition, and wouldst nothing but treachery; therefore God hath caused thee to fall into my hand, and I have betrayed thee."-"Open to me," said the Afrite, "that I may confer benefits upon thee."-The fisherman replied, "Thou liest, thou accursed! I and thou are like the Grecian King and the sage Douban."