portion of that immense country. He took passage in an English vessel bound to Bombay. In this place, he became acquainted with the Recorder, Sir James Mackintosh, one of the most accomplished men of his time with him, he

passed several hours every day. He had bills of exchange on John Long, Esq., a merchant of extensive business in Bombay, and became intimately acquainted with his family. Mr. Long was an Englishman, who had resided many years in Spain, and had married a Spanish lady of great beauty and talents. They had been blessed with several children the sons were in the king's service-an only daughter was still unmarried, and lived at home, having just left school in England. She united the Spanish dignity with the English complexion, and was in every respect a fine woman. She spoke the English, Spanish, French, and Italian languages, with purity and ease. She became quite interested in the recital of Russell's travels in various parts of the world, but could not help intimating that such a life of peril could not be a happy one; and expressed a fear for his safety, when he told her that in a few weeks he was to sail for Mocha, and from thence he was going to explore the coast of the Red Sea, taking the track of the Israelites through the wilderness to Judea, and then winter in Grand Cairo. Finding an American ship in the port, he collected all the rare plants he could find, and sent them to his friend Thompson, with a sketch of his travels. making up his packages of flowers and seeds, he was assisted by Cynthia Long, who had become quite enamored with the study of botany. He hastened his depart. ure, for he felt himself getting deeply in love with his fair friend, and seemed to flatter himself that there might be some reciprocity between them: but then, his pledge of honor to live a bachelor came across his mind, and he grew

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sick at the thoughts of it. "What evil genius," he would often say to himself, "came over me at that fatal hour? Would to God, that we had all been made bankrupts by our speculations, which we considered so fortunate at the time, and then we should have never found ourselves miser. able by this foolish pledge!" With these feelings, he tore himself away from his friends, and sailed for Mocha, hardly caring for his fate. He reached his port of destination, without any remarkable occurrence. From Mocha, he started with a caravan to the interior of the country. some time, he went on as well as one could expect in such company, partly uncertain of his course, and more uncertain of his treatment. When they stopped, he was in misery from the want of tents, and from want of proper food; and where to rest his head, he did not often know.

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But this he could bear, thinking that at some time his journey would end, and he should be happy in thinking that he had done bravely. At length, one afternoon, when they had encamped near a spring of water, and were enjoying themselves with the prospect of pursuing their journey as soon as the moon arose-this was just before midnight—the camels were laden, and the whole ready to depart, when some one of the horses became restive, and would not touch his provender, keeping his head close to the ground, as if hearing something afar off. The leaders hastened his orders to depart. All were mounted, and had proceeded about a mile, when a band of enemies on horses and dromedaries dashed in upon them, making a desperate charge. The Arabs were brave, and fought as long as they could. Russell, thinking it was for life and liberty, made a most desperate fight; but all was in vain. The assailants were

numerous, and their conquest was easy. Two of the caravan escaped: the rest were killed, wounded, or taken pris

oners. Russell fell under the sabres of his foes, with many wounds; but none of them were mortal. He had several cuts in the breast and arms, and was exhausted from loss of blood.

As soon as the fight was over, the assailants, knowing the importance of their prisoner, bound up his wounds with bruised poppies, and gave him barley-water to raise his exhausted spirits. They laid him in their tents, on the skin of a camel, and treated him with great attention from mere mercenary motives. This first night was an awful one to him he saw the stars performing their destined courses, while the moon was riding in majesty over his head. The silence was distressing. No sound broke the stillness of the night the long, sighing breaths of the camel and dromedary alone were heard; for the Arabs were all in profound repose. One constellation sunk after another, until the morning sun arose. He was unable to drag one limb after another-but they must go on. They tied him to a bed on the back of a camel, and pushed onwards, fearing to remain in the same situation, apprehending a vigorous pursuit. This situation was not so distressing as he expected, for their progress was slower than common, and their regard for his comfort greater than he anticipated. His reflections were, however, any thing but pleasant. Talking to himself, he said, "Why should I have left my native land, where fame and even pleasure awaited me, to roam in this barbarous country, to satisfy my curiosity, without doing much good to my fellow-men? Why should I have left the charms of civil and social life, to wander among savage men? I could have slept in quiet in my own bed, in the land of my nativity, and have received every attention that wealth and respect could have com. manded, and now I am a slave-a wounded man; and

Heaven only knows if ever I am again to see the faces I once looked upon, and loved! This is travelling to satisfy the restlessness of the mind." With these thoughts he passed the night, drawing no other consolation than that which arose from believing that his wounds were not mortal.

By many marches, he was conveyed to the much distin. guished residence of the tribe to whom he was now a prisoner. They knew his situation in life, and were determined not to lose their prize. When he reached the usual abode of the Arab women, he was treated with no ordinary kindness, for they all understood that he would be ransomed at a high price. From the strength of his constitution, and the simplicity of his living, he began to recruit, and in a few weeks was nearly well again; but not a word was dropped about his ransom. Still, he was comparatively happy, from the attentions he received among his new acquaintances. The chief Arab's daughter made him delicate cakes of pease meal and barley, and gave them to him daily, when the father was absent. This was done with a tenderness that won his heart. He would often say to himself, "Oh woman! how kind thou art in all tribes and people, while savage man acts like a hard master—aye, and often like a brute !" The mother and daughter would steal to his tent, and give him goats' milk and little cheeses, when the lordly chief was fast asleep. He said to himself, “I do not deserve this! Have I not entered into a league to abjure the marriage tie? Why do they harass me with their kind. ness? it is only a satire on my outrageous pledge! But The chief began to think of making him a son-in-law; but to every intimation of this kind he was dumb, and appeared not to understand the hints given him.

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The long absence of the traveller from Bombay, without

any direct intelligence from him, at first began to alarm his friends, and at length rumors of his death were prevalent. It was stated that he had fallen in an attack upon the caravan, who had pledged themselves for his safety at Mocha. Those who escaped stated that they saw him fall under the sabres of two fierce Arabs, while fighting manfully for his life. No hopes remained for his safety, among his friends in general at Bombay. But his female friend, Cynthia Long, could not be satisfied that her friend Russell was dead. She mourned his fate, with others, but still could not give him up entirely. She could not feel that the gallant and accomplished Russell was dead; and she dwelt upon the subject, until she saw him in imagination, a slave, going through every scene of degradation. In this frame of mind, she applied to an old Arab, who kept a sort of Café at the corner of one of the streets near her father's residence, to learn if he knew any thing of the course her friend had taken. He was well acquainted with his whole route, and told her that, in his opinion, Russell was still alive, as his ransom must have been the principal object of the expedition to attack the caravan. The bargain was soon made between old Hassan and Cynthia. She was to furnish him with money, and he was to set out immediately, to find the Captain. Cynthia, without hesitation, pawned her jewels, and raised two thousand dollars, in gold sequins, for the enterprize. Hassan received his instructions, and was off the next morning. He went to Mocha-learned all about the caravan that was cut up in its course to Jerusalem. He followed the track, faithful to his promise, in the garb of a poor Arab, until he found his long-sought object. He entered the tent where Russell was a prisoner, and now felt that half was done, and more, when he was assured that he was in fine health. Hassan had come a mendicant to the

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