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 NOT even all that I had gone through could make me contented with a quiet life. I soon wearied of its
pleasures, and longed for change and adventure. Therefore I set out once more, but this time in a ship of my
own, which I built and fitted out at the nearest seaport. I wished to be able to call at whatever port I
chose, taking my own time; but as I did not intend carrying enough goods for a full cargo, I invited several
merchants of different nations to join me. We set sail with the first favourable wind, and after a long voyage
upon the open seas we landed upon an unknown island which proved to be uninhabited. We determined, however, to
explore it, but had not gone far when we found a roc's egg, as large as the one I had seen before and
evidently very nearly hatched, for the beak of the young bird had already pierced the shell. In spite of all I
could say to deter them, the merchants who were with me fell upon it with their hatchets, breaking the shell,
and killing the young roc. Then lighting a fire upon the ground they hacked morsels from the bird, and
proceeded to roast them while I stood by aghast.
Scarcely had they finished their ill-omened repast, when the air above us was darkened by two mighty shadows.
The captain of my ship, knowing by experience what this meant, cried out to us that the parent birds were
coming, and urged us to get on board with all speed. This we did, and the sails were hoisted, but
 before we had made any way the rocs reached their despoiled nest and hovered about it, uttering frightful
cries when they discovered the mangled remains of their young one. For a moment we lost sight of them, and
were flattering ourselves that we had escaped, when they reappeared and soared into the air directly over our
vessel, and we saw that each held in its claws an immense rock ready to crush us. There was a moment of
breathless suspense, then one bird loosed its hold and the huge block of stone hurtled through the air, but
thanks to the presence of mind of the helmsman, who turned our ship violently in another direction, it fell
into the sea close beside us, cleaving it asunder till we could nearly see the bottom. We had hardly time to
draw a breath of relief before the other rock fell with a mighty crash right in the midst of our luckless
vessel, smashing it into a thousand fragments, and crushing, or hurling into the sea, passengers and crew. I
myself went down with the rest, but had the good fortune to rise unhurt, and by holding on to a piece of
driftwood with one hand and swimming with the other I kept myself afloat and was presently washed up by the
tide on to an island. Its shores were steep and rocky, but I scrambled up safely and threw myself down to rest
upon the green turf.
THE FIRST ROC AIMS A STONE AT THE SHIP.
When I had somewhat recovered I began to examine the spot in which I found myself, and truly it seemed to me
that I had reached a garden of delights. There were trees everywhere, and they were laden with flowers and
fruit, while a crystal stream wandered in and out under their shadow. When night came I slept sweetly in a
cosy nook, though the remembrance that I was alone in a strange land made me sometimes start up and look
around me in alarm, and then I wished heartily that I had stayed at home at ease. However, the morning
sunlight restored my courage, and I once more wandered among the trees, but always with some anxiety as to
what I might see next. I had penetrated some distance into the island
 when I saw an old man bent and feeble sitting upon the river bank, and at first I took him to be some
ship-wrecked mariner like myself. Going up to him I greeted him in a friendly way, but he only nodded his head
at me in reply. I then asked what he did there, and he made signs to me that he wished to get across the river
to gather some fruit, and seemed to beg me to carry him on my back. Pitying his age and feebleness, I took him
up, and wading across the stream I bent down that he might more easily reach the bank, and bade him get down.
But instead of allowing himself to be set upon his feet (even now it makes me laugh to think of it!), this
creature who had seemed to me so decrepit leaped nimbly upon my shoulders, and hooking his legs round my neck
gripped me so tightly that I was well-nigh choked, and so overcome with terror that I fell insensible to the
ground. When I recovered my enemy was still in his place, though he had released his hold enough to allow me
breathing space, and seeing me revive he prodded me adroitly first with one foot and then with the other,
until I was forced to get up and stagger about with him under the trees while he gathered and ate the choicest
fruits. This went on all day, and even at night, when I threw myself down half dead with weariness, the
terrible old man held on tight to my neck, nor did he fail to greet the first glimmer of morning light by
drumming upon me with his heels, until I perforce awoke and resumed my dreary march with rage and bitterness
in my heart.
It happened one day that I passed a tree under which lay several dry gourds, and catching one up I amused
myself with scooping out its contents and pressing into it the juice of several bunches of grapes which hung
from every bush. When it was full I left it propped in the fork of a tree, and a few days later, carrying the
hateful old man that way, I snatched at my gourd as I passed it and had the satisfaction of a draught of
 so good and refreshing that I even forgot my detestable burden, and began to sing and caper.
The old monster was not slow to perceive the effect which my draught had produced and that I carried him more
lightly than usual, so he stretched out his skinny hand and seizing the gourd first tasted its contents
cautiously, then drained them to the very last drop. The wine was strong and the gourd capacious, so he also
began to sing after a fashion, and soon I had the delight of feeling the iron grip of his goblin legs unclasp,
and with one vigorous effort I threw him to the ground, from which he never moved again. I was so rejoiced to
have at last got rid of this uncanny old man that I ran leaping and bounding down to the sea shore, where, by
the greatest good luck, I met with some mariners who had anchored off the island to enjoy the delicious
fruits, and to renew their supply of water.
They heard the story of my escape with amazement, saying, "You fell into the hands of the Old Man of the Sea,
and it is a mercy that he did not strangle you as he has everyone else upon whose shoulders he has managed to
perch himself. This island is well known as the scene of his evil deeds, and no merchant or sailor who lands
upon it cares to stray far away from his comrades." After we had talked for a while they took me back with
them on board their ship, where the captain received me kindly, and we soon set sail, and after several days
reached a large and prosperous-looking town where all the houses were built of stone. Here we anchored, and
one of the merchants, who had been very friendly to me on the way, took me ashore with him and showed me a
lodging set apart for strange merchants. He then provided me with a large sack, and pointed out to me a party
of others equipped in like manner.
"Go with them," said he, "and do as they do, but beware of losing sight of them, for if you strayed your life
would be in danger."
THE OLD MAN OF THE SEA.
 With that he supplied me with provisions, and bade me farewell, and I set out with my new companions. I soon
learnt that the object of our expedition was to fill our sacks with cocoanuts, but when at length I saw the
trees and noted their immense height and the slippery smoothness of their slender trunks, I did not at all
understand how we were to do it. The crowns of the cocoa-palms were all alive with monkeys, big and little,
which skipped from one to the other with surprising agility, seeming to be curious about us and disturbed at
our appearance, and I was at first surprised when my companions after collecting stones began to throw them at
the lively creatures, which seemed to me quite harmless. But very soon I saw the reason of it and joined them
heartily, for the monkeys, annoyed and wishing to pay us back in our own coin, began to tear the nuts from the
trees and cast them at us with angry and spiteful gestures, so that after very little labour our sacks were
filled with the fruit which we could not otherwise have obtained.
As soon as we had as many as we could carry we went back to the town, where my friend bought my share and
advised me to continue the same occupation until I had earned money enough to carry me to my own country. This
I did, and before long had amassed a considerable sum. Just then I heard that there was a trading ship ready
to sail, and taking leave of my friend I went on board, carrying with me a goodly store of cocoanuts; and we
sailed first to the islands where pepper grows, then to Comari where the best aloes wood is found, and where
men drink no wine by an unalterable law. Here I exchanged my nuts for pepper and good aloes wood, and went
a-fishing for pearls with some of the other merchants, and my divers were so lucky that very soon I had an
immense number, and those very large and perfect. With all these treasures I came joyfully back to Bagdad,
where I disposed of them for large sums of money, of
 which I did not fail as before to give the tenth part to the poor, and after that I rested from my labours and
comforted myself with all the pleasures that my riches could give me.
Having thus ended his story, Sindbad ordered that one hundred sequins should be given to Hindbad, and the
guests then withdrew; but after the next day's feast he began the account of his sixth voyage as follows.