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SINDBAD THE SAILOR. DURING the reign of the Caliph Haroun. Alraschid, there lived in the city of Bagdad a poor porter named Hindbad. One day, when the. 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. 十 Legend is of a young queen. Scheherazade, who greatly displeased her husband so much that he had sentenced her to death. 十 To postponed her.
Back to the ship! It was an uneventful voyage, and some days later, I returned to Baghdad and my family and friends. His wife had died and he was desperate. Suddenly I came upon the carcass of an animal. The men started to throw the stones at the beasts, and from their perches in the treetops, the monkeys threw coconuts. Richard Burton, New York: I found myself in an immense garden of Eden, thickly planted with fruit trees and full of sparkling streams.
The elements of imaginary journey, dramatic visualizations, fate and destiny, fantasy and science fiction, adventure and action are all amalgamated into a piece of travelogue. The use of the embedded narrative form of storytelling — narration by Sindbad the seaman to Sindbad the Landman, which in turn was narrated by Scheherazade to King Shahryar.
The details of the travelogue shed considerable light on seafaring and trade in the East. Sindbad describes about the goods, pirates, tales of shipwrecks, birds and apes and the savages.
Also we can find parallel notions to the places and things, which Sindbad has made mention of, in the later works of Marco-polo, Pliny, and St.
Thus I conclude that Arabian nights was the innovatory fictive travelogue that inspired many later literary travelogues. Introduction Travel Writing or Travelogue is an old canon of Literature, dealing with nature writing, adventure writing, exploration writing.
It is a way to get transported to a forlorn land with all safety in their homes. It records our temporal and spatial progress. It throws light on how we define ourselves and on how we identify others. Smrutisikta Mishra, Travelogues: An Innovative and Creative Genre of Literature. It accommodates the private diary, the essay, the short story, the prose poem, the rough note and polished table talk with indiscriminate hospitality.
It is not merely a descriptive label but a way of making sense of the structures by which we describe our surroundings and perceive meaning in them. Each borrows from the other, employing similar narrative structures and literary techniques.
Some fictional travel stories are related to travel literature. Although it may be desirable in some contexts to distinguish fictional from non-fictional works, such distinctions have proved notoriously difficult to make in practice, as in the famous instance of the travel writings of Marco Polo or John Mandeville. An example of a fictional work of travel literature based on an actual journey, is Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness, which has its origin in an actual voyage made by Conrad up the River Congo.
Cambridge University Press, Jack Kerouac's On the Road and The Dharma Bums are fictionalized accounts of his travels across the United States during the late s and early s. Literary travelogues generally exhibit a coherent narrative or aesthetic beyond the logging of dates and events as found in travel journals or a ship's log.
Travel literature is closely associated with outdoor literature and the genres often overlap with no definite boundaries. They borrow freely from history, geography, anthropology, and social science, often demonstrating great erudition, but without seeing fit to respect the rules that govern conventional scholarship.
Irredeemably opinionated, travel writers avail themselves of the several licenses that are granted to a form that freely mixes fact and fable, anecdote and analysis.
Travel books says, Paul Fussell, are not autobiographical and are not sustained by a narrative exploiting the devices of fiction. A guide book is addressed to those who plan to follow the traveller, doing what he has done, but more selectively. A travel book, at its purest, is addressed to those who do not plan to follow the traveller at all, but who require the exotic anomalies, wonders, and scandals of the literary form romance which their own place or time cannot entirely supply.
All fiction is a falsehood of sorts because it relates events that never actually happened to people characters who never existed, at least not in the manner portrayed in the stories.
New York: Pellat, sec. Dodge, pp. And these tales have been arbitrarily sectioned to keep the listener in suspense. The name Sindbad, which means Traveler in Sind a province of the Indian subcontinent , is the name of several fictitious characters in Arab-Islamic lore. The origin of the Sindbad the Sailor tales, the most renowned, is uncertain; the tales probably derive from Arab oral folktales and were part of the Arabian Nights manuscript by the 16th century.
He suggests that The Arabian Nights fits the category of the marvellous tales more than the category of the fairy tales. The first is the hyperbolic marvellous, which includes hyperbole and exaggeration in description or narrative such as this found in the stories narrated by Sindbad about his voyages and the supernatural creatures he encounters. Second is the exotic marvellous, when a supernatural event or creature is told about but without having knowledge about the background of this event or that creature, such as the roc which Sindbad describes in his second voyage.
Each time he returned home, he stayed for a 21Dr. Richard Burton, New York: The Arabian nights and the modern short story: Stevenson, Wilde and Conrad,Ph. Finally, having satisfied his curiosity after seven journeys and having become a rich man, he decided to settle in Baghdad for good and enjoy a peaceful life. Michael J.
She noticed that the tension within the story does not culminate toward the end but is built up in a cyclical way, leading to the relaxation of the return home. The details of the stories of the voyages shed considerable light on seafaring and trade in the East. For instance, though Sindbad does not specify the goods that he takes from Basra, it is stated that he obtains diamonds and other precious stones, sandalwood, camphor, coconuts, cloves, cinnamon, pepper, aloes, ambergris, and ivory during his voyages.
Possible references to 26Ulrich Marzolph, et al. The savages in canoes who torture Sindbad and his shipmates on the seventh voyage may have been from the Andaman Islands.
Sinbad is arguably the best known of the Islamic empire's epics. So, if stories are the way we define ourselves, it is telling that all of Sinbad's stories are about the sea. It is where he became who he is.
The concept of the frame story dates back to ancient Sanskrit literature, and was introduced into Persian and Arabic literature through the Panchatantra. In a richly layered narrative texture. And all these elements amalgamated into a single piece of Travelogue, makes it stand alone 34Ibid. Cedars, ed. GradeSaver, 9 June Web. University of California. Narrator, setting, plot, character and characterization, atmosphere, tone, style, theme and dialogue44 makes it a copiously fictional narrative.
Paradigmatic insight into the voyages Introducing the story he says: I have made seven voyages, by each of which hangeth a marvelous tale, such as confoundeth the reason, and all this came to pass by doom of Fortune and Fate. For from what Destiny doth write there is neither refuge nor flight About the first voyage he says: I embarked, with a company of merchants, on board a ship bound for Bassorah.
Then the adventurous journey on the back of the fish begins He says: I fell to exploring the island And then: Exploring the vastness he adds: Moreover, they told me that the people of India are divided into two and seventy castes, and I marvelled at this with exceeding marvel. Amongst other things that I saw in King Mihrijan's dominions was an island called Kasil He declares: By sheer ill luck wife did fall ill some time after and died only a few days later.
Her relatives arrived, dressed her, adorning her with all her jewellery, then laid her in her coffin. They firmly gripped me and though I struggled and protested, I was lowered into the pit. The stone clanged back into place over my head. Wild with terror, I fainted. When I came to my senses I could see, with the aid of a feeble light filtering from a tiny crack, that I was in a vast cavern.
All around, amongst broken coffins, lay skeletons covered with jewels. Horror gave way to madness. I started to gather up the precious stones, without thinking that I would never be able to take them out, for this place was to be my own tomb.
Overcome by desperation, I screamed, wept and swore, before dropping exhausted by the wall of the cavern. The days passed. I had carefully rationed my bread and water to make it last.
I soon lost all notion of time and had no idea how long I had been down this pit. Yet a small ray of hope shone within me. I had survived so many other adventures and trials that it seemed impossible that I should die now. One day, the noise of rolling stones wakened me from sleep. I leapt to my feet and rushed towards the spot the sound seemed to come from.
There I saw a huge badger which, alarmed at my sudden arrival, fled along a tunnel. I followed it and after crawling for what seemed an eternity, caught sight of light: In the open air again, I found myself halfway up the hillside.
Fresh air at last! I felt as though I had been given a new lease of life. However, I went back along the tunnel to the cavern and stripped the dead of the jewels they would never need again. On the shore I managed to catch some lobsters and other molluscs.
The days went by, and at last I saw a ship. I rushed to the top of the hill and waved a white cloth. Luckily someone saw it and a lifeboat was lowered into the water. I was soon aboard, safe and sound. The ship continued on its way. It was an uneventful voyage, and some days later, I returned to Baghdad and my family and friends.
And that," said Sinbad, "is what happened to me on my fourth sea voyage. It was late when the porter rose to his feet to leave, and again he found three gold coins slipped into his hand. I began to feel the wanderlust again. This time I bought a ship, signed on a captain and loaded it with cargo. We sailed and traded from one island to another, till one day, we dropped anchor in a bay of a desert island.
Far in the distance I could see a white dome. It was a huge egg. That's when I knew I had landed on Rukh's island. Though I warned the merchants not to, they broke the egg and took out the chick. Just as they were about to cook it, the sky grew very dark.
Rukh's wings had blotted out the sun. We all ran back to the ship and I shouted to cast off immediately. When Rukh saw that the egg was broken, off he flew in search of his mate.
In a very short time, the two great birds came back, circled above the ship for a moment or two, then flapped away. We were well out to sea when we spotted the birds, each gripping a boulder in its talons. The captain managed to swerve and avoid Rukh's rock, but the second boulder scored a direct hit on the prow, smashing it to bits. The ship sank like a stone. As luck would have it, fate floated a spar towards me and clinging to this, I was washed by the tide onto an island beach. I found myself in an immense garden of Eden, thickly planted with fruit trees and full of sparkling streams.
After wandering through this garden for a while, I came upon an old man dressed in leaves, beside a spring. Thinking he must be another shipwrecked sailor, I went over to him. Without saying a word, the old man gestured that he wanted to go into the nearby forest, but was unable to walk. So I hoisted him onto my shoulders. However, when we reached the spot I thought he had pointed to, he refused to get down.
What's more, as I tried to shrug him off my back, he squeezed his legs so tightly round my neck, I almost choked. I fell to the ground and the stranger began to kick me with an energy that was amazing in one so old and so small. Then I realised I was at his mercy.
Indeed, by dint of kicking, he made me carry him here and there, without a moments rest. The only time I got any rest was when he fell asleep. But these breaks were very short, for the old fellow would not let me be. Dazed by his blows, I was furious at being so ill-rewarded for my kindness in helping him in the first place. Close by was a vineyard, the vines laden with grapes. I decided I could easily make some wine.
The old man said he did not mind and let me get on with the job. Several days later, the grapes had fermented and when the old fellow saw me happily tasting the wine, he snatched the gourd from my hands and drained it dry. A little later, he was flat on the ground, helplessly drunk. I kicked him then as hard as I could and ran off.
A few days after this, a storm drove a ship into the bay, where she dropped anchor. I was taken aboard, given fresh clothes and a meal. When the storm had passed, the ship set sail and some weeks later we reached the monkey town. This strange town got its name from the ferocious monkeys that invaded it every evening. Towards sundown, the citizens were obliged to leave the town, take refuge on ships and other craft and stay away from the shore.
Anyone remaining in the town would be killed by these fearsome creatures. Here too I had another stroke of bad luck. Having left the ship and gone to visit the town, I lingered at the market and my ship left without me. I was roaming about feeling very frightened, for it was almost evening, when a man came over to me.
And for the rest of the time I passed on the island, I spent the night on this man's boat. The owner became a friend and he said to me: What skills do you have?
Go with these men and do as they do! Maybe you'll manage to make some money. The men started to throw the stones at the beasts, and from their perches in the treetops, the monkeys threw coconuts.
Whether this was in imitation of the men or in self defence, I do not know. But when we had thrown all our stones, we filled the sacks with coconuts.
Back in the town, I took my coconut harvest to my friend. Every day I went to the palm grove and came back laden with coconuts. I sold some and stored the rest in the warehouse. Then one fine day, a ship sailed in. Now was my chance to go home again. I agreed a price with the captain for taking me and my load of coconuts.
We set sail immediately, calling at islands and ports, and at all of them I bartered coconuts. Then we landed on an island where the aloe trees grew.
The wood of this tree is the best in the world and I bought a large number of planks. Later, we came to the Pearl Sea. I called the fishermen and promised them many coconuts is they would fish pearls for me. This they did, and they brought me lots of big pearls. Never before had they found so many big pearls all at the one time.
With the blessing of Allah, we had an easy trip to Bassora, where I stopped for some time before going on to Baghdad. There I found my home, family and all my friends again. I gave generously, especially to widows and orphans, as I always did.
When all was said and done, I had succeeded in gaining nearly four times the amount I had lost. That helped me to quickly forget all my misadventures and I soon dropped back into a carefree, happy-go-lucky life.
Next morning, he returned, and was greeted with Sinbad the Sailor's usual kindliness. When the other guests arrived, there was a cheerful feast and all those present praised the sailor's generosity.
After the meal, Sinbad began to tell tale. Once more I forgot all my past suffering, fears and brushes with death. One day, certain merchants who had just returned from a long cruise, came to see me, and I was seized with the longing to set out on my travels. So I bought new goods and took a passage on a large ship. It was a peaceful voyage till the day the captain announced in frightened tones: Anything can happen now, for I have no idea if there are reefs and rocks.
I have no charts that show these seas. All we can do is pray to Allah! But the wind suddenly veered, so violently that the rudder split apart, leaving us at the mercy of the waves, a short distance from an island surrounded by terrifying rocks. And a second later, the ship crashed onto the rocks, smashing into a thousand splinters. With one or two others, I managed to cling to a rock.
We came later to a wide beach, encircled by a steep mountain. Wreckage from many a shipwreck lay scattered on the shore. Beside the beach, a river flowed for a short distance before disappearing into an opening in the rock. We quickly discovered that things of value were to be found amongst the wrecks and we picked up rubies, pearls, emeralds and diamonds. Our great fear, however, was of dying of hunger for, though there were a few trees, not one bore any signs of fruit or even a berry to eat.
And so, within a few days, everyone had died but myself, and I knew that I could not last long. I decided to dig my own grave. Then the wind will blow sand over me and I too will have a proper burial. As I gazed at the running water, I suddenly realised that it must be flowing somewhere, perhaps even to a place where people were living.
I had to make a raft. With that thought, I set to work using driftwood from the beach. Now, in order to float through the entrance to the rock the raft would have to be short and narrow, so I made it the same length as my own height and found two short sticks as oars.
I loaded all the gems I had found and my remaining items of food. Then I shoved it into the water and lay down on it. The current swept me under the shadow of the rock and into darkness. The raft floated along, brushing the walls of the underground passageway, ready to capsize from one minute to the next.
Then the tunnel widened and the raft glided so smoothly and so gently that I fell asleep. Their friendly looks quickly calmed my fears. Who are you?
Give me a bite of food. Then I'll answer all your questions. He'll be interested to hear it. My new friends had brought the raft too, with its load. The king gave me a splendid welcome, listened to my tale and said how glad he was I had scraped through. Being curious to hear about life in my own land, he asked me to stay as his guest. I wish to send him a gift as a token of friendship and respect. I'd like you to take it to him when you return to your own city.
This was my chance. I went to the king and told him I wanted to leave. And with great courtesy, since I was to take his gift to the Caliph of Baghdad, he paid all my travelling expenses. The moment I reached Baghdad, I called on the Caliph with the gift. He was amazed and wondered why an unknown king should be so generous. So I told him what had happened. I spent almost a whole week at the Caliph's court, for the ruler never tired of hearing me repeat my story.
At long last, I was free to return home, and I carefully laid my treasure in my strong boxes. And this is the adventure of the sixth voyage," ended Sinbad the Sailor. The porter was handed his three gold coins and off he went. Back he came at sunrise next day, and again Sinbad the Sailor began to recount. For a long time, we had fair winds. Then one day, a storm blew up, bringing driving rain, like nothing we had ever seen before. But this was not all, for a little later, the captain began to tear his hair in desperation as he cried: This is the sea of the doomed, from which there is no return.
We've no hope of escape. We are close to the land where King Solomon is buried, and the home of huge deadly snakes. Ships here are swallowed by monster fish! In a flash a giant fish rose from the deep and swam towards us. We had barely set eyes on this, when a second and then another even more gigantic fish broke the surface of the sea. All three splashed round and round us, then the biggest hurled itself at our ship, its jaws gaping wide to swallow us. At that very instant, a great wave heaved the ship into the air and threw it against the rocks.
Everyone on board was knocked into the sea. Gasping for breath, I managed to grab a plank. Then I found I was alone, for all the others had drowned. I was on an island, and as I explored it, I came to a river that reminded me of my previous voyage. Perhaps this river too would carry me to safety. Again I needed a raft, and set about finding suitable bits of wood.
Luckily, I laid hands on some precious sandalwood, which is light and floats well. The raft was soon ready and I set off down the river. For two days, everything went smoothly, but on the third day, the current dragged me in the direction of a cave. Terror-stricken, I tried in vain to pole the raft to the bank, but the river carried me into the heart of the mountain.
This time the tunnel was not very long, but a series of waterfalls boomed and echoed like thunder and I was battered and beaten by the rushing waters. At long last, after running the risk of being smashed to pieces against the rocks, the river again flowed calmly and carried me along till I came to a city.
By that time I was half dead from hunger and terror. An old man with a white beard took me home and gave me shelter. Some days later, he said to me. What goods? But I said nothing. And so, I again became rich. The old man grew so fond of me he wanted me to marry his only daughter. I had no choice but to agree. In any case, his daughter was kind and beautiful, as well as rich.
Time passed and the old man died. I inherited his worldly goods and also his position as chief of the merchants. But I quickly made an amazing discovery about some of the inhabitants of the city: The next day, they went back to everyday life. The first day of the next month, I approached one of the winged men and jumped on his back. Off we flew, higher and higher into the sky, almost touching the vaults of heaven, and I thought I heard the angels sing.
Overcome by emotion, I couldn't help calling out: We dived down to the peak of a high mountain and the winged man yelled at me in rage: Please take me back to the city. He took me straight home where my wife, worried at my absence, was delighted to see me. When I told her what had happened, she said: You mustn't go near these folk. They're brothers to the Devil and hate the name of Allah. He wanted me to marry you so there would be no danger of my becoming the wife of a winged man.
Why don't you sell everything and let's go together to Baghdad?
Here I saw friends and relatives who had given up all hope of ever setting eyes on me again, and they gave us a great homecoming. And this was also my last adventure," concluded the host. Sinbad the Sailor hugged him and asked him to remain in his house as a guest. And from that day on, Sinbad the Sailor and Sinbad the Porter lived together as brothers.
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