spirit, what is it you say? It is above eighteen hundred years since the prophet Solomon died, and we are now at the end of time. Tell me your history, and how you came to be shut up in this vessel.” The genie turning to the fisherman, with a fierce look, said. “Thou must speak to me with more respect; thou art a presumptuous fellow to call me a proud spirit.” “Very well,” replied the fisherman, “shall I speak to you more civilly, and call you the owl of good luck?” “I say,” answered the genie, “speak to me more respectfully, or I will
continually breaks off to ask the sultan to spare her life for another day, that she may finish the story she is relating. As these interruptions considerably interfere with the continued interest of the stories, it has been deemed advisable to omit them.] When the merchant saw that the genie was going to cut off his head, he cried out aloud to