The Vizier of the Two-Horned Alexander | Page 8

conditions had been brought
about.
"But you must not suppose," he continued, "that this earthly
immortality is without its pains, its fears, I may say its horrors. It is
precisely on account of all these that I am now talking to you. The
knowledge that my life is always safe, no matter in what peril I may be,
does not relieve me from anxiety and apprehension of evil. It would be
a curse to live if I were not in sound physical condition; it would be a
curse to live as a slave; it would be a curse to live in a dungeon. I have
known vicissitudes and hardships of every kind, but I have been
fortunate enough to preserve myself whole and unscathed, in spite of
the dangers I have incurred.
"I often think from what a terrible fate I saved my master, Alexander of
the two horns. If he had found the fountain he might have enjoyed his
power and dominion for a few generations. Then he would have been
thrown down, cast out, and even if he had escaped miseries which I
cannot bear to mention, he never could have regained his high throne.
He would have been condemned to live forever in a station for which
he was not fitted.
"It is very different with me. My nature allows me to adapt myself to
various conditions, and my habits of prudence prevent me from seeking
to occupy any position which may be dangerous to me by making me

conspicuous, and from which I could not easily retire when I believe
the time has come to do so. I have been almost everything; I have even
been a soldier. But I have never taken up arms except when obliged to
do so, and I have known as little of war as possible. No weapon or
missile could kill me, but I have a great regard for my arms and legs. I
have been a ruler of men, but I have trembled in my high estate, for I
feared the populace. They could do everything except take my life.
Therefore I made it a point to abdicate when the skies were clear. In
such cases I set out on journeys from which I never returned.
"I have also lived the life of the lowly; I have drawn water, and I have
hewn wood. By the way, that reminds me of a little incident which may
interest you. I was employed in the East India House at the time
Charles Lamb was a clerk there. It was not long after he had begun to
contribute his Elia essays to the 'London Magazine.' I had read some of
them, and was interested in the man. I met him several times in the
corridors or on the stairways, and one day I was going up-stairs,
carrying a hod of coals, as he was coming down. Looking up at him, I
made a misstep, and came near dropping a portion of my burden. 'My
good man,' said he, with a queer smile, 'if you would learn to carry your
coals as well as you carry your age you would do well.' I don't
remember what I said in reply; but I know I thought if Charles Lamb
could be made aware of my real age he would abandon his Elia work
and devote himself to me."
"It is a pity you did not tell him," I suggested.
"No," replied my host. "He might have been interested, but he could
not have appreciated the situation, even if I had told him everything. He
would not really have known my age, for he would not have believed
me. I might have found myself in a lunatic asylum. I never saw Lamb
again, and very soon after that meeting I came to America."
[Illustration: AN ENCOUNTER WITH CHARLES LAMB.]

II

"There are two points about your story that I do not comprehend," said
I (and as I spoke I could not help the thought that in reality I did not
comprehend any of it). "In the first place, I don't see how you could
live for a generation or two in one place and then go off to an entirely
new locality. I should think there were not enough inhabited spots in
the world to accommodate you in such extensive changes."
Mr. Crowder smiled. "I don't wonder you ask that question," he said;
"but in fact it was not always necessary for me to seek new places.
There are towns in which I have taken up my residence many times.
But as I arrived each time as a stranger from afar, and as these sojourns
were separated by many years, there was no one to suppose me to be a
person who had lived in that