![]() ![]() These halls lead into a garden of fine fruit trees. Tuck up your gown and go through them without touching anything, or you will die instantly. “Go down,” said the magician “at the foot of those steps you will find an open door leading into three large halls. The stone came up quite easily and some steps appeared. Beneath this stone lies a treasure which is to be yours, and no one else may touch it, so you must do exactly as I tell you.”Īt the word treasure, Aladdin forgot his fears, and grasped the ring as he was told, saying the names of his father and grandfather. “What have I done, uncle?” he said piteously whereupon the magician said more kindly: “Fear nothing, but obey me. Aladdin tried to run away, but the magician caught him and gave him a blow that knocked him down. The earth trembled a little and opened in front of them, disclosing a square flat stone with a brass ring in the middle to raise it by. When it was lit, the magician threw on it a powder he had about him, at the same time saying some magical words. “I will show you something wonderful only do you gather up sticks while I kindle a fire.” “We will go no farther,” said the false uncle. Aladdin was so tired that he begged to go back, but the magician beguiled him with pleasant stories, and led him on in spite of himself.Īt last they came to two mountains divided by a narrow valley. They then journeyed onward till they almost reached the mountains. They sat down by a fountain, and the magician pulled a cake from his girdle, which he divided between them. Next day the magician led Aladdin into some beautiful gardens a long way outside the city gates. Next day he bought Aladdin a fine suit of clothes, and took him all over the city, showing him the sights, and brought him home at nightfall to his mother, who was overjoyed to see her son so fine. ![]() On learning that Aladdin was idle and would learn no trade, he offered to take a shop for him and stock it with merchandise. He then turned to Aladdin, and asked him his trade, at which the boy hung his head, while his mother burst into tears. He presently fell down and kissed the place where Mustapha used to sit, bidding Aladdin’s mother not to be surprised at not having seen him before, as he had been forty years out of the country. However, she prepared supper, and bade Aladdin seek his uncle, who came laden with wine and fruit. “Indeed, child,” she said, “your father had a brother, but I always thought he was dead.” Go to your mother and tell her I am coming.”Īladdin ran home, and told his mother of his newly found uncle. On this, the stranger, who was a famous African magician, fell on his neck and kissed him, saying: “I am your uncle, and knew you from your likeness to my brother. “I am, sir,” replied Aladdin “but he died a long while ago.” One day, when he was playing in the streets as usual, a stranger asked him his age, and if he were not the son of Mustapha the tailor. This so grieved the father that he died yet, in spite of his mother’s tears and prayers, Aladdin did not mend his ways. There once lived a poor tailor, who had a son called Aladdin, a careless, idle boy who would do nothing but play all day long in the streets with little idle boys like himself. ![]()
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