"A few days after I had disposed of the contents of my chest, a Damascene
merchant, who had bought two suits of apparel from me, told me, with a
very melancholy face, that both the female slaves who had put on these
clothes were sick. I could not conceive that the clothes were the cause
of their sickness; but soon afterwards, as I was crossing the market, I
was attacked by at least a dozen merchants, who made similar complaints.
They insisted upon knowing how I came by the garments, and demanded
whether I had worn any of them myself. This day I had, for the first
time, indulged myself with wearing a pair of yellow slippers, the only
finery I had reserved for myself out of all the tempting goods. Convinced
by my wearing these slippers that I could have had no insidious designs,
since I shared the danger, whatever it might be, the merchants were a
little pacified; but what was my terror and remorse the next day, when
one of them came to inform me that plague-boils had broken out under the
arms of all the slaves who had worn this pestilential apparel! On
looking carefully into the chest, we found the word 'Smyrna' written, and
half effaced, upon the lid. Now, the plague had for some time raged at
Smyrna; and, as the merchants suspected, these clothes had certainly
belonged to persons who had died of that distemper. This was the reason
why the Jew was willing to sell them to me so cheap; and it was for this
reason that he would not stay at Grand Cairo himself to reap the profits
of his speculation. Indeed, if I had paid attention to it at the proper
time, a slight circumstance might have revealed the truth to me. Whilst
I was bargaining with the Jew, before he opened the chest, he swallowed a
large dram of brandy, and stuffed his nostrils with sponge dipped in
vinegar; he told me, he did to prevent his perceiving the smell of musk,
which always threw him into convulsions.

"The horror I felt when I discovered that I had spread the infection of
the plague, and that I had probably caught it myself, overpowered my