CHAPTER IX.Next morning Pan Yan woke up fresh, in good health, and cheerful. The weather was wonderful. The widely overflowed waters were wrinkled into small ripples by the warm, light breeze. The banks were in a fog, and were merged in the plain of waters in one indistinguishable level.
Jendzian, when he woke, rubbed his eyes and was frightened. He looked around with astonishment, and seeing shore nowhere, cried out,--
“Oh, for God's sake! my master, we must be out on the sea.“
“It is the swollen river, not the sea,“ answered Pan Yan; “you will find the shores when the fog rises.“
“I think we shall be travelling before long in the Turkish land.“
“We shall travel there if we are ordered, but you see we are not sailing alone.“
And in the twinkle of an eye were to be seen many large bo
