CHAPTER IX.
SURPRISE OF FUTTYGHUR.
When I awoke from the trance into which I had fallen, I found myself in a bath, surrounded by innumerable black faces; and a Hindoo pothukoor (whence our word apothecary) feeling my pulse and looking at me with an air of sagacity.
"Where am I ?" I exclaimed, looking round and examining the strange faces, and the strange apartment which met my view.

"Bekhusm!" said the apothecary.

"Silence! Gahagan Sahib is in the hands of those who know his valor, and will save his life." "Know my valor, slave?
Of course you do," said I; "but the fort--the garrison--the elephant--Belinda, my love--my darling--Macgillicuddy--the scoundrelly mutineers--the deal bo--.

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