“ In an instant, a treasure of incalculable value lay gleaming before us. As the rays of the lanterns fell within the pit, there flashed upwards a glow and a glare, from a confused heap of gold and of jewels, that absolutely dazzled our eyes.I shall not pretend to describe the feelings with which I gazed. Amazement was, of course, predominant. Legrand appeared exhausted with excitement, and spoke very few words. Jupiter's countenance wore, for some minutes, as deadly a pallor as it is possible, in the nature of things, for any negro's visage to assume. ”
Summary
"Stories of Fortune" is a collection of tales centered on themes of fate, hidden treasure, and the interplay between chance and caution, as illustrated through characters like Shamus, Murad, Saladin, and Jupiter. The narratives weave supernatural elements—dreams, cryptic prophecies, and ancient relics—with searches for wealth, often blurring the boundary between destiny and human will.
Set in locations such as ruined abbeys and vibrant cities, the stories examine the psychological and moral repercussions of fortune’s unpredictability, echoing the mysterious tone of works like Poe’s "The Gold Bug." The text highlights the conflict between predestination and individual choice, ultimately offering a reflection on how fate influences both material and spiritual legacies.
Quotes from Stories of Fortune ()
“ Ay, indeed: night after night, an old friar with a pale face, and dressed all in white and black, and a black skull-cap on his head, came to me in a dream, and bid me go to Ireland, to a certain spot in a certain county that I know very well, and under the slab of his tomb, that has a cross and some old Romish letters on it, in an old abbey I often saw before now, I'd find a treasure that would make me a rich man all the days of my life. ”
“ One day I inquired from my mother why I had been named Murad the Unlucky. She told me that this name was given to me in consequence of my father's dream; but she added that perhaps it might be forgotten, if I proved fortunate in my future life. My nurse, a very old woman, who was present, shook her head, with a look which I shall never forget, and whispered to my mother loud enough for me to hear, 'Unlucky he was, and is, and ever will be. Those that are born to ill luck cannot help themselves; nor can any, but the great prophet Mahomet himself, do anything for them. ”
