Ali Baba and the forty thieves


Ali Baba and the forty thieves” story tells us in many ways and proofs the end of being GREEDY. One should not allow greed to rule our lives. All the characters in the story feel guilty for being selfish at some point.

Ali Baba and the forty thieves

There once lived in a town of Persia two brothers, one named Cassim and the other

Ali Baba.

Their father divided a small inheritance equally between them. Cassim married a very

rich wife and became a wealthy merchant.

Ali Baba married a woman as poor as himself and lived by cutting wood and bringing it

upon three asses into the town to sell.

One day, when Ali Baba was in the forest and had just cut wood enough to load his

asses, he saw at a distance a great cloud of dust, which seemed to approach him.

He observed it with attention and distinguished soon after a body of horsemen,

who he suspected might be robbers. He determined to leave his asses to save himself.

He climbed up a large tree planted on a high rock, whose branches were thick enough

to conceal him and yet enabled him to see all that passed without being discovered.

The troop, who were to the number of forty, all well mounted and armed, came to

the foot of the rock on which the tree stood and there dismounted. Every man

unbridled his horse, tied him to some shrub, and hung about his neck a bag of corn

which they brought behind them.

Then each of them took off his saddle bag, which seemed to Ali Baba to be full of gold

and silver from its weight.

One, whom he took to be their captain, came under the tree in which Ali Baba was

concealed, and making  his way through some shrubs, pronounced these words:

“Open, Sesame!”

As soon as the captain of the robbers had thus spoken, a door opened in the rock;

and after he had made all  his troop enter before him; he followed them when

the door shut again of itself.

The robbers stayed some time within the rock, during which Ali Baba, fearful of being

caught, remained in the tree. At last, the door opened again, and as the captain went

in last, so he came out first and stood  to see them all pass by him; when Ali Baba

heard him make the door close by pronouncing these words,

“Shut, Sesame!”

Every man at once went and bridled his horse, fastened his wallet, and mounted again.

When the captain saw them all ready, he put himself at their head, and they returned

the way they had come.

Ali Baba followed them with his eyes as far as he could see them and afterward

stayed a considerable time before he descended. Remembering the words the captain

of the robbers used to cause the door to open and shut, he had the curiosity to try

if his pronouncing them would have the same effect. Accordingly, he went among

the shrubs and, perceiving the door concealed behind them, stood before it and said,

“Open Sesame!”

The door instantly flew wide open.

Ali Baba, who expected a dark, dismal cavern, was surprised to see a well-lighted

and spacious chamber, which received the light from an opening at the top of the rock,

and in which were all sorts of provisions, rich bales of silk, stuff, brocade, and valuable

carpeting piled upon one another; gold and silver ingots in great heaps, and money

in bags.

The sight of all these riches made him suppose that this cave must have been

occupied for ages by robbers who had succeeded one another?

Ali Baba went boldly into the cave and collected as much of the gold coin, which was

in bags as he thought his three asses could carry. When he had loaded them with

the bags, he laid wood over them in such a manner that they could not be seen.

When he had passed in and out as often as he wished, he stood before the door,

and pronouncing the words, “Shut, Sesame!” the door closed itself.

He then made the best of his way to town. When Ali Baba got home, he drove his

asses into a little yard shut the gates very carefully, threw off the wood that covered

the panniers carried the bags into his house and ranged them in order before his wife.

He then emptied the bags, which raised such a great heap of gold that dazzled his 

wife’s eyes, and then he told her the whole adventure from beginning to end and, 

above all, recommended she keep it secret.

The wife rejoiced greatly in their good fortune and would count all the gold piece

by piece.

“Wife,” replied Ali Baba, “you do not know what you undertake when you pretend

to count the money; you will never have done. I will dig a hole and bury it.

There is no time to be lost.”

“You are in the right, husband,” replied she, “but let us know, as nigh as possible,

how much we have, 

I will borrow a small measure, and measure it, while you dig the hole.”

Away the wife ran to her brother-in-law Cassim, who lived just by, and, addressing

herself to his wife, desired her to lend her a measure for a little while. Her sister-in-law

asked her whether she would have a great or a small one.

The other asked for a small one. She bade her stay a little, and she would readily

fetch one, The sister-in-law did so, but as she knew Ali Baba’s poverty, she was 

curious to know what sort of grain his wife wanted to measure and artfully put some 

suet at the bottom of the measure brought it to her with an excuse that she was sorry 

that she had made her stay so long but that she could not find it sooner.

Ali Baba’s wife went home, set the measure upon the heap of gold, filled it,

and emptied it often upon the sofa till she had done when she was very well satisfied

to find the number of measures amounted to so many as they did and went to tell

her husband, who had almost finished digging the hole.

While Ali Baba was burying the gold, his wife, to show her exactness and diligence

to her sister-in-law, carried the measure back again, but without taking notice

that a piece of gold had stuck to the bottom.

“Sister,” said she, giving it to her again, “you see that I have not kept your measure long.

I am obliged to you for it and return it with thanks. ” As soon as Ali Baba’s wife

was gone, Cassim’s wife looked at the bottom of the measure and was in inexpressible

surprise to find a piece of gold sticking to it.

Envy immediately possessed her breast. “What!” said she, “has Ali Baba gold

so plentiful as to measure it?

Whence has he all this wealth?” Cassim, her husband, was at his counting-house

when he came home, his wife said to him, “Cassim, I know you think yourself rich,

but Ali Baba is infinitely richer than you; he does not count his money but measures it.”

Cassim desired her to explain the riddle, which she did, by telling him the stratagem

she had used to make the discovery and showed him the piece of money, which was

so old that they could not tell in what prince’s reign it was coined. Cassim, after he had

married the rich widow, had never treated Ali Baba as a brother but neglected him;

and now, instead of being pleased, he conceived a base of envy at his brother’s 


He could not sleep all that night and go to him in the morning before sunrise.

“Ali Baba,” said he, “I am surprised at you; you pretend to be miserably poor, and yet

you measure gold; my wife found this at the bottom of the measure you borrowed yesterday.”

By this discourse, Ali Baba perceived that Cassim and his wife, through his own

wife’s folly, knew what they had so much reason to conceal; but what was done

could not be undone.

Therefore, without showing the least surprise or trouble, he confessed all and offered

his brother is part of his treasure to keep the secret.

“I expect as much,” replied Cassim haughtily; “but I must know exactly where this

treasure is and how I may visit it myself when I choose; otherwise, I will go and inform

against you, and then you will not only get no more but will lose all you have,

and I shall have a share for my information.”

Ali Baba told him all he desired, even the very words he was to use to gain

admission into the cave.

Cassim rose the next morning long before the sun and set out for the forest with ten

mules bearing great chests, which he designed to fill, and followed the road which

Ali Baba had pointed out to him and found the place by the tree and other marks

which his brother had given him.

When he reached the entrance of the cavern, he pronounced the words,

“Open, Sesame!”

The door immediately opened and, when he was in, closed upon him. In examining

the cave, he was in great admiration to find much more riches than he had expected

from Ali Baba’s relation. He quickly laid as many bags of gold as he could carry

at the door of the cavern, but his thoughts were so full of the great riches he should

possess that he could not think of the necessary word to make it open but instead

of “Sesame,” said, “Open, Barley!” and was much amazed to find that the door

remained fast shut.

He named several sorts of grain, but still, the door would not open.

Cassim had never expected such an incident and was so alarmed at the danger

he was in that the more he endeavored to remember the word “Sesame,” the more his

memory was confounded, and he had as much forgotten it as if he had never heard

it mentioned. He threw down the bags he had loaded himself with and walked

distractedly up and down the cave without having the least regard for the riches

that were around him.

At about noon the robbers visited their cave. At some distance, they saw Cassim’s 

mules straggling about the rock with great chests on their backs. Alarmed at this,

they galloped full speed to the cave.

They drove away the mules, which strayed through the forest so far that they were

soon out of sight, and went directly, with their naked sabers in their hands, to the door,

which, on their captain pronouncing the proper words, immediately opened. Cassim,

who heard the noise of the horses’ feet, at once guessed the arrival of the robbers

and resolved to make one effort for his life. He rushed to the door and no sooner

saw the door open than he ran out and threw the leader down, but could not escape

the other robbers, who, with their scimitars, soon deprived him of life.

The first care of the robbers after this was to examine the cave. They found all

the bags which Cassim had brought to the door to be ready to load his mules,

and carried them again to their places, but they did not miss what Ali Baba had taken

away before. 

Then holding a council and deliberating upon this occurrence, they guessed that

Cassim, when he was in, could not get out again but could not imagine how he had

learned the secret words by which alone he could enter.

They could not deny the fact of his being there, and to terrify any person or accomplice

who should attempt the same thing, they agreed to cut Cassim’s body into four

quarters—to hang two on one side and two on the other, within the door of the cave.

They had no sooner taken this resolution than they put it in execution; and, when

they had nothing more to detain them, left the place of their hoards well closed.

They mounted their horses, went to beat the roads again, and attacked the caravans

they might meet. In the meantime, Cassim’s wife was very uneasy when night came,

and her husband was not returned.

She ran to Ali Baba in great alarm and said, “I believe, brother-in-law, that you know

Cassim is gone to the forest, and upon what account; it is now night, and he has not

returned; I am afraid some misfortune has happened to him.” Ali Baba told her that

she need not frighten herself, for that certainly, Cassim would not think it proper

to come into the town till the night should be pretty far advanced.

Cassim’s wife, considering how much it concerned her husband to keep the business

secret, was the more easily persuaded to believe her brother-in-law.

She went home again and waited patiently till midnight. Then her fear redoubled,

and her grief was more sensible because she was forced to keep it to herself.

She repented her foolish curiosity and cursed her desire to pry into the affairs

of her brother and sister-in-law. She spent all the night weeping, and, as soon as

it was day, went to them, telling them, by her tears, the cause of her coming.

Ali Baba did not wait for his sister-in-law to desire him to go to see what was become

of Cassim but departed immediately with his three asses, begging for her first

to moderate her affliction. He went to the forest, and when he came near the rock,

having seen neither his brother nor the mules in his way was seriously alarmed

at finding some blood spilled near the door, which he took for an ill omen;

but when he had pronounced the word and the door had opened, he was struck with

horror at the dismal sight of his brother’s body.

He was not long in determining how he should pay the last dues to his brother;

but without adverting to the little fraternal affection he had shown for him, went into

the cave, to find something to enshroud his remains; and, having loaded one of his

asses with them and covered over with wood.

The other two asses he loaded with bags of gold, covering them with wood also

as before; and then, bidding the door shut, came away; but was so cautious as to stop

sometime at the end of the forest, that he might not go into the town before night.

When he came home, he drove the two asses loaded with gold into his little yard

and left the care of unloading them to his wife while he led the other

to his sister-in-law’s house.

Ali Baba knocked at the door, which was opened by Morgiana, a clever, intelligent slave,

who was fruitful in inventions to meet the most difficult circumstances.

When he came into the court, he unloaded the ass and, taking Morgiana aside,

said to her, “You must observe inviolable secrecy. Your master’s body is contained

in these two panniers.

We must bury him as if he had died a natural death. Go now and tell your mistress.

I leave the matter to your wit and skillful devices.” Ali Baba helped to place the body

in Cassim’s house, again recommended to Morgiana to act her part well, and then

returned with his ass.

Morgiana went out early the next morning to a druggist and asked for a sort of lozenge

which was considered efficacious in the most dangerous disorders.

The apothecary inquired who was ill. She replied, with a sigh, “Her good master Cassim

himself: and that he could neither eat nor speak.” In the evening, Morgiana went

to the same druggist’s again and, with tears in her eyes, asked for an essence which

they used to give to sick people only when at the last extremity.

“Alas!” said she, taking it from the apothecary, “I am afraid that this remedy will have

no better effect than the lozenges, and that I shall lose my good master.”

On the other hand, Ali Baba and his wife were often seen going between Cassim’s

and their own house all that day, and to seem melancholy, nobody was surprised

in the evening to hear the lamentable shrieks and cries of Cassim’s wife and Morgiana,

who gave out everywhere that her master was dead.

The next morning at daybreak, Morgiana went to an old cobbler whom she knew to be

always early at his stall and, bidding him good morrow, put a piece of gold into his

hand, saying, “Baba Mustapha, you must bring with you your sewing tackle and come

with me, but I must tell you, I shall blindfold you when you come to such a place.”

Baba Mustapha seemed to hesitate a little at these words. “Oh! oh!” replied he,

“you would have me do something against my conscience or against my honor?”

“God forbid,” said Morgiana, putting another piece of gold into his hand, “that I should

ask anything that is contrary to your honor! only come along with me and fear nothing.”

Baba Mustapha went with Morgiana, who, after she had bound his eyes with

a handkerchief at the place she had mentioned, conveyed him to her deceased

master’s house and never unloosed his eyes till he had entered the room where

she had put the corpse together. “Baba Mustapha,” said she, “you must make haste

and sew the parts of this body together, and when you have done, I will give you

another piece of gold.”

After Baba Mustapha had finished his task, she blindfolded him again, gave him

the third piece of gold as she had promised, and, recommending secrecy to him,

carried him back to the place where she first bound his eyes, pulled off the bandage,

and let him go home but watched him as he returned to his stall till he was

quite out of sight, for fear he should have the curiosity to return and dodge her;

she then went home.

Morgiana, on her return, warmed some water to wash the body and, at the same time

Ali Baba perfumed it with incense and wrapped it in the burying clothes with

the accustomed ceremonies.

Not long after, the proper officer brought the bier, and when the attendants

of the mosque, whose business it was to wash the dead, offered to perform their duty,

she told them that it was done already.

Shortly after this, the imam and the other ministers of the mosque arrived.

Four neighbors carried the corpse to the burying ground, following the imam,

who recited some prayers.

Ali Baba came after with some neighbors, who often relieved the others in carrying

the bier to the burying ground.

Morgiana, a slave to the deceased, followed in the procession, weeping, beating

her breast and tearing her hair. Cassim’s wife stayed at home mourning, uttering

lamentable cries with the women of the neighborhood, who came, according

to custom, during the funeral, and joining their lamentations with hers filled the quarter

far and near with sounds of sorrow.

In this manner, Cassim’s melancholy death was concealed and hushed up between

Ali Baba, his widow, and Morgiana, his slave, with so much contrivance that nobody

in the city had the least knowledge or suspicion of the cause of it. Three or four days

after the funeral, Ali Baba removed his few goods openly to his sister-in-law’s house,

in which it was agreed that he should in a future life, but the money he had taken

from the robbers he conveyed thither by night. As for Cassim’s warehouse,

he entrusted it entirely to the management of his eldest son.

While these things were being done, the forty robbers again visited their retreat

in the forest.

Great, then, was their surprise to find Cassim’s body taken away, with some of their

bags of gold.

“We are certainly discovered,” said the captain. “The removal of the body and the loss

of some of our money plainly shows that the man whom we killed had an accomplice:

and for our own life’s sake, we must try and find him. 

What say you, my lads?” All the robbers unanimously approved of the captain’s


“Well,” said the captain, “one of you, the boldest and most skillful among you,

must go into the town, disguised as a traveler and a stranger, to try if can hear

any talk of the man whom we have killed and endeavor to find out who he was,

and where he lived.

This is a matter of the first importance, and for fear of any treachery, I propose

that whoever undertakes this business without success, even though the failure arises

only from an error of judgment shall suffer death.”

Without waiting for the sentiments of his companions, one of the robbers started up

and said,

“I submit to this condition and think it an honor to expose my life to serve the troop.”

After this robber received great commendations from the captain and his

comrades, he disguised himself so that nobody would take him for what he was;

and, taking his leave of the troop that night, went into the town just at daybreak;

and walked up and down till accidentally he came to Baba Mustapha’s stall, which was

always open before any of the shops.

Baba Mustapha was seated with an awl in his hand, just going to work. The robber

saluted him, bidding him good-morrow; and, perceiving that he was old, said,

“Honest man, you begin to work very early: is it possible that one of your age

can see so well?

I question, even if it were somewhat lighter, whether you could see to stitch.”

“You do not know me,” replied Baba Mustapha; “for old as I am, I have extraordinarily

good eyes, and you will not doubt it when I tell you that I sewed the body of a dead

man together in a place where I had not so much light as I have now.”

“A dead body!” exclaimed the robber with affected amazement.

“Yes, yes,” answered Baba Mustapha, “I see you want to have me speak out,

but you shall know no more.

” The robber felt sure that he had discovered what he sought.

He pulled out a piece of gold and, putting it into Baba Mustapha’s hand, said to him,

“I do not want to learn your secret, though I can assure you you might safely trust me

with it. The only thing I desire of you is to show me the house where you stitched up

the dead body.”

“If I were disposed to do you that favor,” replied Baba Mustapha, “I assure you

I cannot.”

I was taken to a certain place, whence I was led blindfolded to the house and afterward

brought back again in the same manner; you see, therefore, the impossibility

of my doing what you desire.”

“Well,”  replied the robber, “you may, however, remember a little of the way that

you were led blindfolded.

Come, let me blind your eyes at the same place. We will walk together; perhaps

you may recognize some part, and as everybody ought to be paid for their trouble,

there is another piece of gold for you; gratify me in what “I ask you.” So saying,

he put another piece of gold into his hand. The two pieces of gold were great

temptations to Baba Mustapha.

He looked at them for a long time in his hand without saying a word, but at last,

he pulled out his purse and put them in. “I cannot promise,” said he to the robber,

“that I can remember the way exactly, but since you desire, I will try what I can do.”

At these words, Baba Mustapha rose up to the great joy of the robber and led him

to the place where Morgiana had bound his eyes. “It was here,” said Baba Mustapha,

“I was blindfolded, and I turned this way.”

The robber tied his handkerchief over his eyes and walked by him till he stopped

directly at Cassim’s house, where Ali Baba then lived. The thief, before he pulled off

the band marked the door with a piece of chalk, which he had ready in his hand,

and then asked him if he knew whose house that was; to which Baba Mustapha replied

that as he did not live in that neighborhood, he could not tell.

The robber, finding he could discover no more from Baba Mustapha, thanked him

for the trouble he had taken and left him to go back to his stall while he returned

to the forest, persuaded that he should be very well received.

A little after the robber and Baba Mustapha had parted, Morgiana went out of

Ali Baba’s house upon some errand and upon her return, seeing the mark the robber

had made, stopped to observe it. “What can be the meaning of this mark?” said she

to herself; “somebody intends my master no good: however, with whatever intention

it was done, it is advisable to guard against the worst.” Accordingly, she fetched

a piece of chalk and marked two or three doors on each side, in the same manner,

without saying a word to her master or mistress.

In the meantime, the robber rejoined his troop in the forest and recounted to them

his success, expatiating upon his good fortune in meeting so soon with the only

person who could inform him of what he wanted to know. All the robbers listened

to him with the utmost satisfaction; when the captain, after commending his diligence,

addressing himself to them all, said, “Comrades, we have no time to lose:

let us set off well armed, without its appearing who we are; but that we may not excite

any suspicion, let only one or two go into the town together and join at our rendezvous,

Which shall be the great square.

In the meantime, our comrade who brought us the good news and I will go and find out

the house that we may consult what had best be done.”

This speech and plan were approved by all, and they were soon ready. They filed off

in parties of two each, after some interval of time, and got into the town without being

in the least suspected.

The captain, and he who had visited the town in the morning as a spy, came in the last.

He led the captain into the street where he had marked Ali Baba’s residence, and when

they came to the first of the houses that Morgiana had marked, he pointed it out.

But the captain observed that the next door was chalked in the same manner

and in the same place; and showing it to his guide, asked him which house it was,

that or the first.

The guide was so confounded that he knew not what answer to make; but still more

puzzled when he and the captain saw five or six houses similarly marked.

He assured the captain, with an oath, that he had marked but one and could not tell

who had chalked the rest so that he could not distinguish the house which the cobbler

had stopped at.

The captain, finding that their design had proved abortive, went directly to the place

of meeting and told his troop that they had lost their labor and must return

to their cave.

He himself set them the example, and they all returned as they had come.

When the troop all got together, the captain told them the reason for their returning;

and presently, the conductor was declared by all worthy of death.

He condemned himself, acknowledging that he ought to have taken the better

precaution and prepared to receive  the stroke from him, who was appointed to cut off

his head.

But as the safety of the troop required the discovery of the second intruder into

the cave, another of the gang, who promised himself that he should succeed better,

presented himself, and his offer was accepted, he went and corrupted Baba Mustapha

as the other had done; and, being shown the house, marked it in a place more

remote from sight, with red chalk. Not long after, Morgiana, whose eyes nothing could

escape, went out, and, seeing the red chalk, and arguing with herself as she had done

before marking the other neighbors’ houses in the same place and manner.

The robber, at his return to his company, valued himself much on the precaution

he had taken, which he looked upon as an infallible way of distinguishing Ali Baba’s

house from the others, and the captain and all of them thought it must succeed.

They conveyed themselves into the town with the same precaution as before;

but when the robber and his captain came to the street, they found the same difficulty;

at which the captain was enraged, and the robber was in as great confusion

as his predecessor.

Thus the captain and his troop were forced to retire a second time and were much

more dissatisfied; while the robber who had been the author of the mistake underwent

the same punishment to which he willingly submitted.

The captain, having lost two brave fellows of his troop, was afraid of diminishing it

too much by pursuing this plan to get information about the residence

of their plunderer.

He found by their example that their heads were not so good as their hands on such

occasions, and therefore resolved to take upon himself the important commission.

Accordingly, he went and addressed himself to Baba Mustapha, who did him the same

service he had done to the other robbers. He did not set any particular mark

on the house but examined and observed it so carefully, by often passing by it, that

it was impossible for him to mistake it.

The captain, well satisfied with his attempt and informed of what he wanted to know,

returned to the forest; and when he came into the cave, where the troop waited for him,

said, “Now, comrades, nothing can prevent our full revenge, as I am certain

of the house; and in my way hither I have thought how to put it into execution,

but if anyone can form a better expedient, let him communicate it.” He then told

them his contrivance, and as they approved of it, ordered them to go into the villages

about and buy nineteen mules, with thirty-eight large leather jars, one full of oil,

and the others empty. In two or three days’ time, the robbers had purchased

the mules and jars, and as the mouths of the jars were rather too narrow for

his purpose, the captain caused them to be widened, and after having put one of

his men into each, with the weapons which he thought fit, leaving open the seam

which had been undone to leave them room to breathe; he rubbed the jars

on the outside with oil from the full vessel.

Things being thus prepared when the nineteen mules were loaded with thirty-seven

robbers in jars, and the jar of oil, the captain, as their driver, set out with them

and reached the town by the dusk of the evening, as he had intended. He led them

through the streets till he came to Ali Baba’s, at whose door he designed to have

knocked, but was prevented by his sitting there after supper to take a little fresh air.

He stopped his mules, addressed himself to him, and said, “I have brought some oil

a great way to sell at tomorrow’s market, and it is now so late that I do not know

where to lodge. If I should not be troublesome to you, do me the favor to let me pass

the night with you, and I shall be very much obliged by your hospitality.”

Though Ali Baba had seen the captain of the robbers in the forest and had heard him

speak, it was impossible to know him in the disguise of an oil merchant. He told him

he should be welcome and immediately opened his gates for the mules to go into

the yard. At the same time, he called to a slave, and ordered him, when the mules 

were unloaded, to put them into the stable and to feed them; and then went

 to Morgiana to bid her get a good supper for his guest.

After they had finished supper, Ali Baba charging Morgiana afresh to take care

of his guest, said to her, “Tomorrow morning, I design to go to the bath before day;

take care of my bathing linen; be ready, and give them to Abdalla (who was the slave’s

name), and make me some good broth against my return.”

After this, he went to bed.

In the meantime the captain of the robbers went into the yard and took off the lid

of each jar and gave his people orders on what to do.

Beginning at the first jar and so on to the last, he said to each man: “As soon as I throw

some stones out of the chamber window where I lie, do not fail to come out, and I will

immediately join you.” After this, he returned to the house, when Morgiana, taking up

a light conducted him to his chamber, where she left him; and he, to avoid

any suspicion put the light out soon after, and laid himself down in his clothes, that he

might be the more ready to rise.

Morgiana, remembering Ali Baba’s orders, got his bathing linen ready and ordered

Abdalla to set on the pot for the broth, but while she was preparing it, the lamp

went out, and there was no more oil in the house nor any candles. What to do, she did

not know, for the broth must be made.

Abdalla, seeing her very uneasy, said, “Do not fret and tease yourself, but go into

the yard and take some oil out of one of the jars.” Morgiana thanked Abdalla for

his advice, took the oil pot, and went into the yard; when, as she came nigh the first jar,

the robber within said softly, “Is it time?”

Though naturally, much surprised at finding a man in the jar instead of the oil

she wanted, she immediately felt the importance of keeping silent, as Ali Baba,

his family and herself were in great danger; and collecting herself, without showing

the least emotion, she answered, “Not yet, but presently.”

She went quietly in this manner to all the jars, giving the same answer, till she came to

the jar of oil.

By this means, Morgiana found that her master Ali Baba had admitted thirty-eight

robbers into his house, and that this pretended oil merchant was their captain.

She made what haste she could to fill her oil-pot and returned to her kitchen, where,

as soon as she had lighted her lamp, she took a great kettle, went again to the oil jar,

filled the kettle, set it on a large wood fire, and as soon as it boiled, went and poured

enough into every jar to stifle and destroy the robber within.

When this action, worthy of the courage of Morgiana, was executed without any noise,

as she had projected, she returned to the kitchen with the empty kettle; and having

put out the great fire she had made to boil the oil and leaving just enough to make

the broth put out the lamp also, and remained silent, resolving not to go to rest till she

had observed what might follow through a window of the kitchen, which opened

into the yard.

She had not waited long before the captain of the robbers got up, opened the window,

and finding no light, and hearing no noise, or anyone stirring in the house, gave

the appointed signal by throwing little stones, several of which hit the jars, as he

doubted not by the sound they gave. He then listened but not hearing or perceiving

anything whereby he could judge that his companions stirred, he began to grow

very uneasy, threw stones again a second and also a third time, and could not

comprehend the reason that none of them should answer his signal.

Much alarmed, he went softly down into the yard and went to the first jar while asking

the robber, whom he thought alive, if he was in readiness, smelt the hot boiled oil,

which sent forth a steam out of the jar. Hence he suspected that his plot to murder

Ali Baba, and plunder his house, was discovered.

Examining all the jars, one after another, he found that all his gang were dead, and,

enraged to despair at having failed in his design, he forced the lock of a door

that led from the yard to the garden, and climbing over the walls made his escape.

When Morgiana saw him depart, she went to bed, satisfied and pleased to have

succeeded so well in saving her master and family.

Ali Baba rose before day and, followed by his slave, went to the baths, entirely ignorant

of the important event which had happened at home.

When he returned from the baths, he was very much surprised to see the oil jars,

and that the merchant was not gone with the mules.

He asked Morgiana, who opened the door, the reason for it. “My good master,”

answered she, “God preserve you and all your family.

You will be better informed of what you wish to know when you have seen what I have

to show you if you will follow me.”

As soon as Morgiana had shut the door, Ali Baba followed her when she requested

him to look into the first jar and see if there was any oil.

Ali Baba did so and, seeing a man, started back in alarm and cried out.

“Do not be afraid,” said Morgiana, “the man you see there can neither do you nor

anybody else any harm. He is dead.” “Ah, Morgiana,” said Ali Baba,

“what is it you show me? Explain yourself.”

“I will,” replied Morgiana. “Moderate your astonishment, and do not excite the curiosity

of your neighbors; for it is of great importance to keep this affair secret.

Look into all the other jars.”

Ali Baba examined all the other jars, one after another, and when he came

to that which had the oil in it, found it prodigiously sunk, and stood for some time

motionless, sometimes looking at the jars, and sometimes at Morgiana, without saying

a word, so great was his surprise.

At last, when he had recovered himself, he said, “And what is become

of the merchant?”

“Merchant!” answered she; “he is as much one as I am. I will tell you who he is,

and what is become of him; but you had better hear the story in your own chamber;

for it is time for your health that you had your broth after your bathing.”

Morgiana then told him all she had done, from the first observing the mark upon

the house, to the destruction of the robbers, and the flight of their captain.

On hearing of these brave deeds from the lips of Morgiana, Ali Baba said to her—

“God, by your means, has delivered me from the snares these robbers laid

for my destruction.

I owe, therefore, my life to you, and, for the first token of my acknowledgment,

give you your liberty from this moment till I can complete your recompense

as I intend.”

Ali Baba’s garden was very long and shaded at the further end by a great number

of large trees. Near these, he and the slave Abdalla dug a trench, long and wide

enough to hold the bodies of the robbers; and as the earth was light, they were not

long in doing it.

When this was done, Ali Baba hid the jars and weapons, and as he had no occasion

for the mules, he sent them at different times to be sold in the market by his slave.

While Ali Baba took these measures, the captain of the forty robbers returned

to the forest with inconceivable mortification. He did not stay long; the loneliness

of the gloomy cavern became frightful to him.

He determined, however, to avenge the fate of his companions and to accomplish

the death of Ali Baba. For this purpose, he returned to the town and took a lodging

in a khan, and disguised himself as a merchant in silks. Under this assumed character,

he gradually conveyed a great many sorts of rich stuff and fine linen to his lodging

from the cavern, but with all the necessary precautions to conceal the place whence

he brought them. In order to dispose of the merchandise, when he had thus amassed

them together, he took a warehouse, which happened to be opposite Cassim’s,

which Ali Baba’s son had occupied since the death of his uncle. He took the name

of Cogia Houssain and, as a newcomer, was, according to custom, extremely civil

and complaisant to all the merchants his neighbors. Ali Baba’s son was, from his

vicinity, one of the first to converse with Cogia Houssain, who strove to cultivate

his friendship more particularly. Two or three days after he was settled, Ali Baba

came to see his son, and the captain of the robbers recognized him at once and soon

learned from his son who he was.

After this, he increased his assiduities, caressed him in the most engaging manner,

made him some small presents and often asked him to dine and sup with him,

when he treated him very handsomely. Ali Baba’s son did not choose to lie under

such obligation to Cogia Houssain; but was so much straitened for want of room

in his house, that he could not entertain him.

He, therefore, acquainted his father, Ali Baba, with his wish to invite him in return.

Ali Baba, with great pleasure, took the treat upon himself. “Son,” said he, “tomorrow being Friday, which is a day that the shops of such great merchants as Cogia Houssain and yourself are shut, get him to accompany you, and as you pass by my door, call in. I will go and order Morgiana to provide a supper.”

The next day Ali Baba’s son and Cogia Houssain met by appointment took their walk,

and as they returned, Ali Baba’s son led Cogia Houssain through the street where

his father lived; and when they came to the house, stopped and knocked at the door.

“This, sir,” said he, “is my father’s house, who, from the account I have given him of your friendship, charged me to procure him the honor of your acquaintance; and I desire you to add this pleasure to those for which I am already indebted to you.”

Though it was the sole aim of Cogia Houssain to introduce himself to Ali Baba’s house,

that he might kill him without hazarding his own life or making any noise, yet

he excused himself and offered to take his leave, but a slave having opened the door,

Ali Baba’s son took him obligingly by the hand and, in a manner, forced him in.

Ali Baba received Cogia Houssain with a smiling countenance and in the most obliging

manner he could wish. He thanked him for all the favors he had done his son;

adding withal, the obligation was the greater, as he was a young man, not much

acquainted with the world, and that he might contribute to his information.

Cogia Houssain returned the compliment by assuring Ali Baba that though his son

might not have acquired the experience of older men, he had a good sense of equal

to the experience of many others.

After a little more conversation on different subjects, he offered again to take his leave

when Ali Baba, stopping him, said, “Where are you going, sir, in so much haste?

I beg you would do me the honor to sup with me, though my entertainment may

not be worth your acceptance; such as it is, I heartily offer it.”

“Sir,” replied Cogia Houssain, “I am thoroughly persuaded of your goodwill,

but the truth is, I can eat no victuals that have any salt in them; therefore, judge how

I should feel at your table.”

“If that is the only reason,” said Ali Baba, “it ought not to deprive me of the honor of your company; for, in the first place, there is no salt ever put into my bread, and as to the meat we shall have to-night, I promise you there shall be none in that.
Therefore you must do me the favor of staying. I will return immediately.”

Ali Baba went into the kitchen and ordered Morgiana to put no salt in the meat

that was to be dressed that night and to make quickly two or three ragouts besides

what he had ordered, but be sure to put no salt in them. Morgiana, who was always

ready to obey her master, could not help being surprised at his strange order.

“Who is this strange man,” said she, “who eats no salt with his meat? Your supper will be spoiled if I keep it back so long.”

“Do not be angry, Morgiana,” replied Ali Baba; “he is an honest man; therefore, do as I bid you.”

Morgiana obeyed, though with no little reluctance, and had a curiosity to see this man

who ate no salt. To this end, when she had finished what she had to do in the kitchen,

she helped Abdalla to carry up the dishes; and, looking at Cogia Houssain, knew him

at first sight, notwithstanding his disguise, to be the captain of the robbers,

and examining him very carefully perceived that he had a dagger under his garment.

“I am not in the least amazed,” said she to herself, “that this wicked man, who is my

master’s greatest enemy, would eat no salt with him since he intends to assassinate

him, but I will prevent him.”

Morgiana, while they were at supper, determined in her own mind to execute one

of the boldest acts ever meditated. When Abdalla came for the dessert of fruit

and had put it with the wine and glasses before Ali Baba, Morgiana retired, dressed

herself neatly, with a suitable head-dress like a dancer, girded her waist with a silver-gilt

girdle, to which there hung a poniard with a hilt and guard of the same metal, and put

a handsome mask on her face.

When she had thus disguised herself, she said to Abdalla,

“Take your tabor and let us go and divert our master and his son’s friend, as we do sometimes when he is alone.”

Abdalla took his tabor and played all the way into the hall before Morgiana, who, when

she came to the door, made a low obeisance by way of asking leave to exhibit her skill,

while Abdalla left off playing.

“Come in, Morgiana,” said Ali Baba, “and let Cogia Houssain see what you can do that he may tell us what he thinks of your performance.”

Cogia Houssain, who did not expect this diversion after supper, began to fear

he should not be able to take advantage of the opportunity he thought he had found;

but hoped, if he now missed his aim, to secure it another time by keeping up a friendly

correspondence with the father and son; therefore, though he could have wished

Ali Baba would have declined the dance; he pretended to be obliged to him for it

and had the complaisance to express his satisfaction

“at what?” he said, which pleased his host.

As soon as Abdalla saw that Ali Baba and Cogia Houssain had done talking, he began

to play on the tabor and accompanied it with air, to which Morgiana, who was

an excellent performer, danced in such a manner as would have created admiration

in any company.

After she had danced several dances with much grace, she drew the poniard,

and, holding it in her hand, began a dance in which she outdid herself by the many

different figures, light movements, surprising leaps, and wonderful exertions

with which she accompanied it.

Sometimes she presented the poniard to one breast, sometimes to another,

and oftentimes seemed to strike her own. At last, she snatched the tabor from Abdalla

with her left hand and, holding the dagger in her right, presented the other side

of the tabor, after the manner of those who get a livelihood by dancing and solicit

the liberality of the spectators.

Ali Baba put a piece of gold into the tabor, as also did his son; and Cogia Houssain

seeing that she was coming to him, had pulled his purse out of his bosom to make

her a present, but while he was putting his hand into it, Morgiana, with courage

and resolution worthy of herself plunged the poniard into his heart.

Ali Baba and his son, shocked at this action, cried out aloud. “Unhappy woman!”

exclaimed Ali Baba, “What have you done to ruin me and my family?”

“It was to preserve, not to ruin you,” answered Morgiana; “for see here,” continued she,

opening the pretended Cogia Houssain’s garment and showing the dagger,

“what is an enemy you had entertained?

Look well at him, and you will find him to be both the fictitious oil merchant and the

Captain of the gang of forty robbers; remember, too, that he would eat no salt with you;

and what would you have more to persuade you of his wicked design?

Before I saw him, I suspected him as soon as you told me you had such a guest.
I knew him, and you now find that my suspicion was not groundless.”

Ali Baba, who immediately felt the new obligation he had to Morgiana for saving his life

a second time, embraced her: “Morgiana,” said he, “I gave you your liberty and then

promised you that my gratitude should not stop there, but that I would soon give you

higher proofs of its sincerity, which I now do by making you, my daughter-in-law.”

Then addressing himself to his son, he said, “I believe you, son, to be so dutiful a child,

that you will not refuse Morgiana for your wife. You see that Cogia Houssain sought your friendship with a treacherous design to take away my life, and if he had succeeded, there is no doubt that he would have sacrificed you also for his revenge. Consider that by marrying Morgiana; you marry the preserver of my family and your own,”

The son, far from showing any dislike, readily consented to the marriage, not only

because he would not disobey his father, but also because it was agreeable

to his inclination.

After this, they thought of burying the captain of the robbers with his comrades

and did it so privately that nobody discovered their bones till many years after,

when no one had any concerns about the publication of this remarkable history.

A few days afterward, Ali Baba celebrated the nuptials of his son and Morgiana

with great solemnity, a sumptuous feast, and the usual dancing and spectacles;

and had the satisfaction of seeing that his friends and neighbors, whom he invited,

had no knowledge of the true motives of the marriage; but that those who were not

unacquainted with Morgiana’s good qualities and commended his generosity

and goodness of heart.

Ali Baba did not visit the robbers’ cave for a whole year, as he supposed the other two,

whom he could get no account of might to be alive.

At the year’s end, when he found they had not made any attempt to disturb him, he had

the curiosity to make another journey. He mounted his horse, and when he came

to the cave, he alighted, tied his horse to a tree, then approached the entrance,

and pronounced the words, “Open Sesame!” the door opened.

He entered the cavern and by the condition he found things in, judged that nobody

had been there since the captain had fetched the goods for his shop.

From this time, he believed he was the only person in the world who had the secret

of opening the cave and that all the treasure was at his sole disposal.

He put as much gold into his saddlebag as his horse would carry and returned to town.

Some years later, he carried his son to the cave and taught him the secret,

which he handed down to his posterity, who, using their good fortune with moderation,

lived in great honor and splendor.

The End