and had it mended, the steward, by way of
apology, adding that it was very well done.

"Send for Mustapha immediately," said the Pasha, "and when he comes
bring him to my room."

When Mustapha arrived, the Pasha asked him if he had repaired the rug.
Mustapha at once replied that he had mended it that very morning.

"It is indeed well done," said the Pasha; "much better than the darn
you made in that canvas bag."

Mustapha agreed, saying that it was very difficult to mend the bag as
it was full of copper piasters. On hearing this, the Pasha gave him a
backsheesh (present) and told him to retire. The Pasha then called his
steward, and not only compelled him to pay the Hamal his money, but
discharged him from his service, in which he had been engaged for many
years.

THE GOOSE, THE EYE, THE DAUGHTER, AND THE ARM

A Turk decided to have a feast, so he killed and stuffed a goose and
took it to the baker to be roasted. The Cadi of the village happened
to pass by the oven as the baker was basting the goose, and was
attracted by the pleasant and appetizing odor. Approaching the baker,
the Cadi said it was a fine goose; that the smell of it made him quite
hungry, and suggested that he had better send it to his house. The
baker expostulated, saying: "I cannot; it does not belong to me."

The Cadi assured him that was no difficulty. "You tell Ahmet, the
owner of the goose, that it flew away."

"Impossible!" said the baker. "How can a roasted goose fly away? Ahmet
will only laugh at me, your Worship, and I will be cast into prison."

"Am I not a Judge?" said the Cadi, "fear nothing."

At this the baker consented to send the goose to the Cadi's house.
When Ahmet came for his goose the baker said: "Friend, thy goose has
flown."

"Flown?" said Ahmet, "what lies! Am I thy grandfather's grandchild
that thou shouldst laugh in my beard?"

Seizing one of the baker's large shovels, he lifted it to strike him,
but, as fate would have it, the handle put out the eye of the baker's
boy, and Ahmet, frightened at what he had done, ran off, closely
followed by the baker and his boy, the latter crying: "My eye!"

In his hurry Ahmet knocked over a child, killing it, and the father of
the child joined in the chase, calling out: "My daughter!"

Ahmet, well-nigh distracted, rushed into a mosque and up a minaret. To
escape his pursuers he leaped from the parapet, and fell upon a
vender who was passing by, breaking his arm. The