This was an abridgment of the original book which filled two large volumes. I gave up after 57 pages because it was very similar to other books I've read, because the subject matter didn't interest me much and because the writing style was so ponderous as to be almost incomprehensible. Here's an example: "Upon a rock which first narrows our descending way was seated under a white parasol the Pasha himself and his great officers, for here on the 24th of November we met again the blissful sunshine and the summer not yet ended in Arabia.

Most of the time I could only figure out what he was talking about by reading a passage over again a second time slowly, and the content didn't make this effort worthwhile.