I  was  now  returning: but,  alas !  the  heat  of  the  sun  had  dried up  my  bean ;  it  was  totally  useless  for my  descent :  so  I  fell  to  work,  and twisted  me  a  rope  of  that  chopped  straw as  long  and  as  well  as  I  could  make it.  This  I  fastened  to  one  of  the  moon's horns,  and  slid  down  to  the  end  of  it. Here  I  held  myself  fast  with  the  left hand :  and,  with  the  hatchet  in  my  right, I  cut  the  long,  now  useless  end  of  the upper  part,  which,  when  tied  to  the lower  end,  brought  me  a  good  deal lower.  This  repeated  splicing  and  tying of  the  rope  did  not  improve  its  quality, or  bring  me  down  to  the  Sultan's  farms.

- Chapter 5