One  evening  I  missed  a  bee,  and  soon observed  that  two  bears  had  fallen  upon  her  to  tear  her  to pieces  for  the  honey  she  carried.  I  had  nothing  like  an  offensive weapon  in  my  hands  but  the  silver  hatchet,  which  is  the  badge of  the   Sultan's   gardeners   and    farmers.     I   threw   it   at  the robbers,  with  an  intention  to  frighten  them  away,  and  set  the poor  bee  at  liberty ;   but,   by  an  unlucky  turn  of  my  arm,  it flew  upwards,  and  continued  rising  till  it  reached  the  moon.

- Chapter 5