At last I grew angry at being captive for so long, and I vowed that if anyone would release me I would kill him at once, and would only allow him to choose in what manner he should die. “In the third, I promised to make him a king, to be always near him, and to grant him three wishes every day but that century passed away as the other two had done, and I remained in the same plight. In the second century I vowed that I would give all the treasures in the world to my deliverer but he never came. But that century passed, and no one freed me.
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During the first period of my captivity I vowed that if anyone should free me before a hundred years were passed, I would make him rich even after his death. Then he had the vase thrown into the sea. To punish me, he shut me up in this vase of copper, and he put on the leaden cover his seal, which is enchantment enough to prevent my coming out. “I rebelled against the king of the genii. “I cannot treat you in any other way,” said the genius, “and if you would know why, listen to my story. “But what have I done to you?” asked the fisherman. “No,” answered the genius “but that will not prevent me from killing you and I am only going to grant you one favour, and that is to choose the manner of your death.” “I have just freed you have you already forgotten that?” “Alas! why should you kill me?” cried the fisherman. “Speak to me more civilly,” he said, “before I kill you.” “What is this you are saying, great genius? Tell me your history and how you came to be shut up in that vase.”Īt this, the genius looked at the fisherman haughtily. “Great king of the genii,” cried the monster, “I will never again disobey you!”Īt these words the fisherman took courage. The Story of a Fisherman – The Arabian Nights Entertainments illustrated by H. When he saw such a terrible-looking monster, the fisherman would like to have run away, but he trembled so with fright that he could not move a step. When all the smoke was out of the jar it gathered itself together, and became a thick mass in which appeared a genius, twice as large as the largest giant. This smoke rose up to the clouds, and stretching over the sea and the shore, formed a thick mist, which caused the fisherman much astonishment. He set it in front of him, and whilst he was looking at it attentively, such a thick smoke came out that he had to step back a pace or two. He turned it upside down, but nothing came out, which surprised him very much. To find out, he took his knife, and with a little trouble he opened it. But he heard nothing, and so, judging from the impression of the seal and the lid, he thought there must be something precious inside. He examined the jar on all sides he shook it to see if it would rattle. “I will sell it to the founder,” he said “with the money I shall get for it I shall buy a measure of wheat.”
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There was no fish however, but he found a yellow pot, which by its weight seemed full of something, and he noticed that it was fastened and sealed with lead, with the impression of a seal. When he thought he had a fish he drew them in with a great deal of trouble. Then he threw his nets for the fourth time. But he only drew in stones, shells, and mud. So saying, he threw away the rubbish, and after having washed his nets clean of the dirt, he threw them for the third time. “O Fortune,” he cried, “do not trifle thus with me, a poor fisherman, who can hardly support his family!”
But he only found a large basket full of rubbish. In drawing them in he again felt a great weight, so that he thought they were full of fish. Vexed with having such a bad haul, when he had mended his nets, which the carcase of the ass had broken in several places, he threw them a second time. But a moment afterwards, seeing that instead of a fish he only had in his nets the carcase of an ass, he was much disappointed. He though he had caught a large fish, and he felt very pleased. He undressed and threw his nets, and as he was drawing them towards the bank he felt a great weight. He started out one morning by moonlight and came to the sea-shore. He went every day to fish very early, and each day he made a rule not to throw his nets more than four times. Sire, there was once upon a time a fisherman so old and so poor that he could scarcely manage to support his wife and three children. Origins of Fairy Tales from Around the World.
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