In the times of the Caliph Haroun-al-Raschid there lived in Bagdad a poor porter named Hindbad,
who on a very hot day was sent to carry a heavy load from one end of the city to the other.
Before he had accomplished half the distance he was so tired that, finding himself in a quiet street
where the pavement was sprinkled with rose water, and a cool breeze was blowing, he set his
burden upon the ground, and sat down to rest in the shade of a grand house. Very soon he
decided that he could not have chosen a pleasanter place; a delicious perfume of aloes wood and
pastilles came from the open windows and mingled with the scent of the rose water which
steamed up from the hot pavement. Within the palace he heard some music, as of many
instruments cunningly played, and the melodious warble of nightingales and other birds, and by
this, and the appetising smell of many dainty dishes of which he presently became aware, he
judged that feasting and merry making were going on. He wondered who lived in this magnificent
house which he had never seen before, the street in which it stood being one which he seldom had
occasion to pass. To satisfy his curiosity he went up to some splendidly dressed servants who
stood at the door, and asked one of them the name of the master of the mansion.
"What," replied he, "do you live in Bagdad, and not know that here lives the noble Sindbad the
Sailor, that famous traveller who sailed over every sea upon which the sun shines?"
The porter, who had often heard people speak of the immense wealth of Sindbad, could not help
feeling envious of one whose lot seemed to be as happy as his own was miserable. Casting his
eyes up to the sky he exclaimed aloud,
"Consider, Mighty Creator of all things, the differences between Sindbad's life and mine. Every
day I suffer a thousand hardships and misfortunes, and have hard work to get even enough bad
barley bread to keep myself and my family alive, while the lucky Sindbad spends money right and
left and lives upon the fat of the land! What has he done that you should give him this pleasant
life-- what have I done to deserve so hard a fate?"
So saying he stamped upon the ground like one beside himself with misery and despair. Just at
this moment a servant came out of the palace, and taking him by the arm said, "Come with me,
the noble Sindbad, my master, wishes to speak to you."
Hindbad was not a little surprised at this summons, and feared that his unguarded words might
have drawn upon him the displeasure of Sindbad, so he tried to excuse himself upon the pretext
that he could not leave the burden which had been entrusted to him in the street. However the
lackey promised him that it should be taken care of, and urged him to obey the call so pressingly
that at last the porter was obliged to yield.
He followed the servant into a vast room, where a great company was seated round a table
covered with all sorts of delicacies. In the place of honour sat a tall, grave man whose long white
beard gave him a venerable air. Behind his chair stood a crowd of attendants eager to minister to
his wants. This was the famous Sindbad himself. The porter, more than ever alarmed at the sight
of so much magnificence, tremblingly saluted the noble company. Sindbad, making a sign to him
to approach, caused him to be seated at his right hand, and himself heaped choice morsels upon
his plate, and poured out for him a draught of excellent wine, and presently, when the banquet
drew to a close, spoke to him familiarly, asking his name and occupation.
"My lord," replied the porter, "I am called Hindbad."
"I am glad to see you here," continued Sindbad. "And I will answer for the rest of the company
that they are equally pleased, but I wish you to tell me what it was that you said just now in the
street." For Sindbad, passing by the open window before the feast began, had heard his complaint
and therefore had sent for him.
At this question Hindbad was covered with confusion, and hanging down his head, replied, "My
lord, I confess that, overcome by weariness and ill-humour, I uttered indiscreet words, which I
pray you to pardon me."
"Oh!" replied Sindbad, "do not imagine that I am so unjust as to blame you. On the contrary, I
understand your situation and can pity you. Only you appear to be mistaken about me, and I wish
to set you right. You doubtless imagine that I have acquired all the wealth and luxury that you see
me enjoy without difficulty or danger, but this is far indeed from being the case. I have only
reached this happy state after having for years suffered every possible kind of toil and danger.
"Yes, my noble friends," he continued, addressing the company, "l assure you that my adventures
have been strange enough to deter even the most avaricious men from seeking wealth by
traversing the seas. Since you have, perhaps, heard but confused accounts of my seven voyages,
and the dangers and wonders that I have met with by sea and land, I will now give you a full and
true account of them, which I think you will be well pleased to hear."
As Sindbad was relating his adventures chiefly on account of the porter, he ordered, before
beginning his tale, that the burden which had been left in the street should be carried by some of
his own servants to the place for which Hindbad had set out at first, while he remained to listen to