The Magician Who Became An Ambassador

[It is not generally known that Robert-Houdin once rendered his

country an important service as special envoy to Algeria. Half a

century ago this colony was an endless source of trouble to France.

Although the rebel Arab chieftain Abd-del-Kader had surrendered in

1847, an irregular warfare was kept up against the French authority

by the native Kabyles, stimulated by their Mohammedan priests, and

particularly through s -called "miracles," such as recovery from

wounds and burns self-inflicted by the Marabouts and other fanatic

devotees of the Prophet.



Thus in 1856 the hopes of the French Foreign Office rested on

Robert-Houdin. He was requested to exhibit his tricks in the most

impressive form possible, with the idea of proving to the deluded

Arabs that they had been in error in ascribing supernatural powers

to their holy men.]





It was settled that I should reach Algiers by the next 27th of

September, the day on which the great fetes annually offered by the

capital of Algeria to the Arabs would commence.



I must say that I was much influenced in my determination by the

knowledge that my mission to Algeria had a quasi-political

character. I, a simple conjurer, was proud of being able to render

my country a service.



It is known that the majority of revolts which have to be

suppressed in Algeria are excited by intriguers, who say they are

inspired by the Prophet, and are regarded by the Arabs as envoys of

God on earth to deliver them from the oppression of the Roumi

(Christians).



These false prophets and holy Marabouts, who are no more sorcerers

than I am, and indeed even less so, still contrive to influence the

fanaticism of their coreligionists by tricks as primitive as are

the spectators before whom they are performed.



The government was, therefore, anxious to destroy their pernicious

influence, and reckoned on me to do so. They hoped, with reason,

by the aid of my experiments, to prove to the Arabs that the tricks

of their Marabouts were mere child's play, and owing to their

simplicity could not be done by an envoy from Heaven, which also

led us very naturally to show them that we are their superiors in

everything, and, as for sorcerers, there are none like the French.



Presently I will show the success obtained by these skillful

tactics.



Three months were to elapse between the day of my acceptance and

that of my departure which I employed in arranging a complete

arsenal of my best tricks, and left St. Gervais on the 10th of

September.



I will give no account of my passage, further than to say no sooner

was I at sea than I wished I had arrived, and, after thirty-six

hours' navigation, I greeted the capital of our colony with

indescribable delight.



On the 28th of October, the day appointed for my first performance

before the Arabs, I reached my post at an early hour, and could

enjoy the sight of their entrance into the theater.



Each goum,[1] drawn up in companies, was introduced separately, and

led in perfect order to the places chosen for it in advance. Then

came the turn of the chiefs, who seated themselves with all the

gravity becoming their character.





[1] Brigade of native soldiers under French command. It was this

influential native faction that the Foreign Office wished

particularly to impress, through Robert-Houdin's skill.--EDITOR.





Their introduction lasted some time, for these sons of nature could

not understand that they were boxed up thus, side by side, to enjoy

a spectacle, and our comfortable seats, far from seeming so to

them, bothered them strangely. I saw them fidgeting about for some

time, and trying to tuck their legs under them, after the fashion

of European tailors.



The caids, agas, bash-agas, and other titled Arabs, held the places

of honor, for they occupied the orchestra stalls and the dress

circle.



In the midst of them were several privileged officers, and, lastly,

the interpreters were mingled among the spectators, to translate my

remarks to them.



I was also told that several curious people, having been unable to

procure tickets, had assumed the Arab burnous, and, binding the

camel's-hair cord round their foreheads, had slipped in among their

new coreligionists.



This strange medley of spectators was indeed a most curious sight.

The dress circle, more especially, presented an appearance as grand

as it was imposing. Some sixty Arab chiefs, clothed in their red

mantles (the symbol of their submission to France), on which one or

more decorations glistened, gravely awaited my performance with

majestic dignity.



I have performed before many brilliant assemblies, but never before

one which struck me so much as this. However, the impression I

felt on the rise of the curtain, far from paralyzing me, on the

contrary inspired me with a lively sympathy for the spectators,

whose faces seemed so well prepared to accept the marvels promised

them. As soon as I walked on the stage, I felt quite at my ease,

and enjoyed, in anticipation, the sight I was going to amuse myself

with.



I felt, I confess, rather inclined to laugh at myself and my

audience, for I stepped forth, wand in hand, with all the gravity

of a real Sorcerer. Still, I did not give way, for I was here not

merely to amuse a curious and kind public, I must produce a

startling effect upon coarse minds and prejudices, for I was

enacting the part of a French Marabout.



Compared with the simple tricks of their pretended sorcerers, my

experiments must appear perfect miracles to the Arabs.



I commenced my performance in the most profound, I might almost say

religious, silence, and the attention of the spectators was so

great that they seemed petrified. Their fingers alone moving

nervously, played with the beads of their rosaries, while they

were, doubtless, invoking the protection of the Most High.



This apathetic condition did not suit me, for I had not come to

Algeria to visit a waxwork exhibition. I wanted movement,

animation, life in fact, around me.



I changed my batteries, and, instead of generalizing my remarks, I

addressed them more especially to some of the Arabs, whom I

stimulated by my words, and still more by my actions. The

astonishment then gave way to a more expressive feeling, which was

soon evinced by noisy outbursts.



This was especially the case when I produced cannon balls from a

hat, for my spectators, laying aside their gravity, expressed their

delighted admiration by the strangest and most energetic gestures.



Then came--greeted by the same success--the bouquet of flowers,

produced instantaneously from a hat; the CORNUCOPIA, supplying a

multitude of objects which I distributed, though unable to satisfy

the repeated demands made on all sides, and still more by those who

had their hands full already; the FIVE-FRANC PIECES, sent across

the theater with a crystal box suspended above the spectators.



One trick I should much have liked to perform was the INEXHAUSTIBLE

BOTTLE, so appreciated by the Parisians and the Manchester "hands";

but I could not employ it in this performance, for it is well known

the followers of Mohammed drink no fermented liquor--at least not

publicly. Hence, I substituted the following with considerable

advantage:



I took a silver cup, like those called "punch bowls" in the

Parisian cafes. I unscrewed the foot, and passing my wand through

it showed that the vessel contained nothing; then, having refitted

the two parts, I went to the center of the pit, when, at my

command, the bowl was MAGICALLY filled with sweetmeats, which were

found excellent.



The sweetmeats exhausted, I turned the bowl over, and proposed to

fill it with excellent coffee; so, gravely passing my hand thrice

over the bowl, a dense vapor immediately issued from it, and

announced the presence of the precious liquid. The bowl was full

of boiling coffee, which I poured into cups, and offered to my

astounded spectators.



The first cups were only accepted, so to speak, under protest; for

not an Arab would consent to moisten his lips with a beverage which

he thought came straight from Shaitan's kitchen; but, insensibly

seduced by the perfume of their favorite liquor, and urged by the

interpreters, some of the boldest decided on tasting the magic

liquor, and all soon followed their example.



The vessel, rapidly emptied, was repeatedly filled again with equal

rapidity; and it satisfied all demands, like my inexhaustible

bottle, and was borne back to the stage still full.



But it was not enough to amuse my spectators; I must also, in order

to fulfill the object of my mission, startle and even terrify them

by the display of a supernatural power.



My arrangements had all been made for this purpose, and I had

reserved for the end of my performances three tricks, which must

complete my reputation as a sorcerer.



Many of my readers will remember having seen at my performances a

small but solidly built box, which, being handed to the spectators,

becomes heavy or light at my order; a child might raise it with

ease, and yet the most powerful man could not move it from its

place.



I advanced, with my box in my hand, to the center of the

"practicable," communicating from the stage to the pit; then,

addressing the Arabs, I said to them:



"From what you have witnessed, you will attribute a supernatural

power to me, and you are right. I will give you a new proof of my

marvelous authority, by showing that I can deprive the most

powerful man of his strength and restore it at my will. Anyone who

thinks himself strong enough to try the experiment may draw near

me." (I spoke slowly, in order to give the interpreter time to

translate my words.)



An Arab of middle height, but well built and muscular, like many of

the Arabs are, came to my side with sufficient assurance.



"Are you very strong?" I said to him, measuring him from head to

foot.



"Oh, yes!" he replied carelessly.



"Are you sure you will always remain so?"



"Quite sure."



"You are mistaken, for in an instant I will rob you of your

strength, and you shall become as a little child."



The Arab smiled disdainfully as a sign of his incredulity.



"Stay," I continued; "lift up this box."



The Arab stooped, lifted up the box, and said to me, coldly, "Is

that all?"



"Wait--!" I replied.



Then, with all possible gravity, I made an imposing gesture, and

solemnly pronounced the words:



"Behold! you are weaker than a woman; now, try to lift the box."



The Hercules, quite cool as to my conjuration, seized the box once

again by the handle, and gave it a violent tug, but this time the

box resisted, and, spite of his most vigorous attacks, would not

budge an inch.



The Arab vainly expended on this unlucky box a strength which would

have raised an enormous weight, until, at length, exhausted,

panting, and red with anger, he stopped, became thoughtful, and

began to comprehend the influences of magic.



He was on the point of withdrawing; but that would be allowing his

weakness, and that he, hitherto respected for his vigor, had become

as a little child. This thought rendered him almost mad.



Deriving fresh strength from the encouragements his friends offered

him by word and deed, he turned a glance round them, which seemed

to say: "You will see what a son of the desert can do."



He bent once again over the box: his nervous hands twined round the

handle, and his legs, placed on either side like two bronze

columns, served as a support for the final effort.



But, wonder of wonders! this Hercules, a moment since so strong and

proud, now bows his head; his arms, riveted to the box, undergo a

violent muscular contraction; his legs give way, and he falls on

his knees with a yell of agony!



An electric shock, produced by an inductive apparatus, had been

passed, on a signal from me, from the further end of the stage into

the handle of the box. Hence the contortions of the poor Arab!



It would have been cruelty to prolong this scene.



I gave a second signal, and the electric current was immediately

intercepted. My athlete, disengaged from his terrible bondage,

raised his hands over his head.



"Allah! Allah!" he exclaimed, full of terror; then wrapping himself

up quickly in the folds of his burnous, as if to hide his disgrace,

he rushed through the ranks of the spectators and gained the front

entrance.



With the exception of my stage boxes and the privileged spectators

who appeared to take great pleasure in this experiment, my audience

had become grave and silent, and I heard the words "Shaitan!"

"Djenoum!" passing in murmur round the circle of credulous men,

who, while gazing on me, seemed astonished that I possessed none of

the physical qualities attributed to the angel of darkness.



I allowed my public a few moments to recover from the emotion

produced by my experiment and the flight of the herculean Arab.



One of the means employed by the Marabouts to gain influence in the

eyes of the Arabs is by causing a belief in their invulnerability.



One of them, for instance, ordered a gun to be loaded and fired at

him from a short distance, but in vain did the flint produce a

shower of sparks; the Marabout pronounced some cabalistic words,

and the gun did not explode.



The mystery was simple enough; the gun did not go off because the

Marabout had skillfully stopped up the vent.



Colonel de Neven explained to me the importance of discrediting

such a miracle by opposing to it a sleight-of-hand trick far

superior to it, and I had the very article.



I informed the Arabs that I possessed a talisman rendering me

invulnerable, and I defied the best marksman in Algeria to hit me.



I had hardly uttered the words when an Arab, who had attracted my

notice by the attention he had paid to my tricks, jumped over four

rows of seats, and disdaining the use of the "practicable," crossed

the orchestra, upsetting flutes, clarionets, and violins, escaladed

the stage, while burning himself at the footlights, and then said,

in excellent French:



"I will kill you!"



An immense burst of laughter greeted both the Arab's picturesque

ascent and his murderous intentions, while an interpreter who stood

near me told me I had to deal with a Marabout.



"You wish to kill me!" I replied, imitating his accent and the

inflection of his voice. "Well, I reply, that though you are a

sorcerer, I am still a greater one, and you will not kill me."



I held a cavalry pistol in my hand, which I presented to him.



"Here, take this weapon, and assure yourself it has undergone no

preparation."



The Arab breathed several times down the barrel, then through the

nipple, to assure himself there was a communication between them,

and after carefully examining the pistol, said:



"The weapon is good, and I will kill you."



"As you are determined, and for more certainty, put in a double

charge of powder, and a wad on the top."



"It is done."



"Now, here is a leaden ball; mark it with your knife, so as to be

able to recognize it, and put it in the pistol, with a second wad."



"It is done."



"Now that you are quite sure your pistol is loaded, and that it

will explode, tell me, do you feel no remorse, no scruple about

killing me thus, although I authorize you to do so?"



"No, for I wish to kill you," the Arab repeated coldly.



Without replying, I put an apple on the point of a knife, and,

standing a few yards from the Marabout, ordered him to fire.



"Aim straight at the heart," I said to him.



My opponent aimed immediately, without the slightest hesitation.



The pistol exploded, and the bullet lodged in the center of the

apple.



I carried the talisman to the Marabout, who recognized the ball he

had marked.



I could not say that this trick produced greater stupefaction than

the ones preceding it: at any rate, my spectators, palsied by

surprise and terror, looked round in silence, seeming to think,

"Where the deuce have we got to here!"



A pleasant scene, however, soon unwrinkled many of their faces.

The Marabout, though stupefied by his defeat, had not lost his

wits; so, profiting by the moment when he returned me the pistol,

he seized the apple, thrust it into his waist belt, and could not

be induced to return it, persuaded as he was that he possessed in

it an incomparable talisman.



For the last trick in my performance I required the assistance of

an Arab.



At the request of several interpreters, a young Moor, about twenty

years of age, tall, well built, and richly dressed, consented to

come on the stage. Bolder and more civilized, doubtless, than his

comrades of the plains, he walked firmly up to me.



I drew him toward the table that was in the center of the stage,

and pointed out to him and to the other spectators that it was

slightly built and perfectly isolated. After which, without

further preface, I told him to mount upon it, and covered him with

an enormous cloth cone, open at the top.



Then, drawing the cone and its contents on to a plank, the ends of

which were held by my servant and myself, we walked to the

footlights with our heavy burden, and upset it. The Moor had

disappeared--the cone was perfectly empty!



Immediately there began a spectacle which I shall never forget.



The Arabs were so affected by this last trick, that, impelled by an

irresistible feeling of terror, they rose in all parts of the

house, and yielded to the influence of a general panic. To tell

the truth, the crowd of fugitives was densest at the door of the

dress circle, and it could be seen, from the agility and confusion

of these high dignitaries, that they were the first to wish to

leave the house.



Vainly did one of them, the Caid of the Beni-Salah, more courageous

than his colleagues, try to restrain them by his words:



"Stay! stay! we cannot thus lose one of our coreligionists. Surely

we must know what has become of him, or what has been done to him.

Stay! stay!"



But the coreligionists only ran away the faster, and soon the

courageous caid, led away by their example, followed them.



They little knew what awaited them at the door of the theater; but

they had scarce gone down the steps when they found themselves face

to face with the "resuscitated Moor."



The first movement of terror overcome, they surrounded the man,

felt and cross-questioned him; but, annoyed by these repeated

questions, he had no better recourse than to escape at full speed.



The next evening the second performance took place, and produced

nearly the same effect as the previous one.





The blow was struck: henceforth the interpreters and all those who

had dealings with the Arabs received orders to make them understand

that my pretended miracles were only the result of skill, inspired

and guided by an art called prestidigitation, in no way connected

with sorcery.



The Arabs doubtless yielded to these arguments, for henceforth I

was on the most friendly terms with them. Each time a chief saw

me, he never failed to come up and press my hand. And, even more,

these men whom I had so terrified, when they became my friends,

gave me a precious testimony of their esteem--I may say, too, of

their admiration, for that is their own expression.