“Every night these people all stand or kneel towards the setting sun, the zerife throwing water on their heads, being all Mahomedans.  The king’s town, named Tamara, is built of stone and lime, all whited over, the houses built with battlements and pinnacles, and all flat-roofed.  At a distance it looks well, but within is very poor.  Mr Boughton had leave to see the king’s house, and found it such as might serve an ordinary gentleman in England.  The lower rooms were used as warehouses and wardrobe, a few changes of robes hanging about the walls, and along with them were some twenty-five books of their law, religion, history, and saints lives.  No person could be permitted to go up stairs to see his three wives, or the other women; but the ordinary sort might be seen in the town, their ears all full of silver rings.  In the mosque the priest was seen at service.  Mr Boughton had for his dinner three hens, with rice, his drink being water, and a black liquor called cahu, [coffee] drank as hot as could be endured.

“On a hill, a mile from Tamara, there is a square castle, but we could not get leave to see it.  The inhabitants are of four sorts.  The first are Arabs, who have come in by means of conquest, who dare not speak in presence of the sultan without leave, and kissing his hand.  The second sort are slaves, who kiss his foot when they come into his presence, do all his work, and make his aloes.  The third sort are the old inhabitants of the country, called Bedouins, though I think these are not the oldest of all, whom I suppose to have been those commonly called Jacobite Christians:  For, on Mr Boughton going into a church of theirs, which the Arabs had forced them to abandon, he found some images and a crucifix, which he took away.  The Mahomedans would not say much about these people, lest other Christians might relieve or support them.  These Bedouins, having had wars with the Arabs, live apart from them in the mountains.  The fourth kind of people, or original natives, are very savage, poor lean, naked, and wear their hair long.  They eat nothing but roots, ride about on buffaloes, conversing only among themselves, being afraid of all others, having no houses, and live more like wild beasts than men, and these we conjecture to have been the original natives of the place.

“The island is very mountainous and barren, having some beeves, goats, and sheep, a few dates and oranges, a little rice, and nothing else for the food of man.  All its commodities consist of aloes, the inspisated juice of a plant having a leaf like our house-leek.  The only manufacture is a very poor kind of cloth, used only by slaves.  The king had some dragon’s blood, and some Lahore indigo, as also a few civet cats and civet.  The dead are all buried in tombs, and the monuments of their saints are held in much veneration.  The chief of these was one Sidy Hachun,[167] buried at Tamara, who was slain about an hundred years before we were there, and who, as they pretend, still appears to them, and warns them of approaching dangers.  They hold him in wonderful veneration, and impute high winds to his influence.”—­T.R.