THE CIRCASSIAN SLAVE: 

Or, the sultan’s favorite.

A Story of Constantinople and the Caucasus.

By lieutenant Murray.

Boston: 

1851.

PUBLISHER’s note.—­The following Novelette was originally published in the pictorial drawing Room companion, and is but a specimen of the many deeply entertaining Tales, and the gems of literary merit, which grace the columns of that elegant and highly popular journal.  The companion embodies a corps of contributors of rare literary excellence, and is regarded as the ne plus ultra, by its scores of thousands of readers.

PREFACE.

The following story relates to that exceedingly interesting and romantic portion of the world bordering on the Black Sea, the Sea of Marmora, and the Bosphorus.  The period of the story being quite modern, its scenes are a transcript of the present time in the city of the Sultan.  The peculiarities of Turkish character are of the follower of Mahomet, as they appear to-day; and the incidents depicted are such as have precedents daily in the oriental capital.  Leaving the tale to the kind consideration of the reader, the author would not fail to express his thanks for former indulgence and favor.

THE CIRCASSIAN SLAVE.

CHAPTER I.

The slave market.

Upon one of those hot, sultry summer afternoons that so often prevail about the banks of the Bosphorus, the sun was fast sinking towards its western course, and gilding as it went, the golden crescents of a thousand minarets, now dancing with fairy feet over the rippling waters of Marmora, now dallying with the spray of the oarsmen’s blades, as they pulled the gilded caique of some rich old Mussulman up the tide of the Golden Horn.  The soft and dainty scented air came in light zephyrs off the shore of Asia to play upon the European coast, and altogether it was a dreamy, siesta-like hour hat reigned in the Turkish capital.

Let the reader come with us at this time into the circular area that forms the slave market of Constantinople.  The bazaar is well filled; here are Egyptians, Bulgarians, Persians, and even Africans; but we will pass them by and cross to the main stand, where are exposed for sale some score of Georgians and Circassians.  They are all chosen for their beauty of person, and present a scene of more than usual interest, awaiting the fate that the future may send them in a kind or heartless master; and knowing how much of their future peace depends upon this chance, they watch each new comer with almost painful interest as he moves about the area.