Travels in the Atlas and southern MoroccoA narrative of exploration . ^ guilty, andthoroughly rejoiced in and sympathised with it. Wewere weak enough, however, to ask their freedom,which, the fines having been extracted, was willinglyaccorded. In the afternoon we once more rode back through thecrowd to the cafe door. Our appearance was greetedwith hooting, and one or two stones were thrown. Wethought we weie in for another attack, but happilythe im]irisonment of (lie tliirty men had become known. THE AID-EL-KEBIR. 43 and 110 flirt her molestiitiou was oflVrcd us At the cat uwo found several so
Travels in the Atlas and southern MoroccoA narrative of exploration . ^ guilty, andthoroughly rejoiced in and sympathised with it. Wewere weak enough, however, to ask their freedom,which, the fines having been extracted, was willinglyaccorded. In the afternoon we once more rode back through thecrowd to the cafe door. Our appearance was greetedwith hooting, and one or two stones were thrown. Wethought we weie in for another attack, but happilythe im]irisonment of (lie tliirty men had become known. THE AID-EL-KEBIR. 43 and 110 flirt her molestiitiou was oflVrcd us At the cat uwo found several soldiers a^^?aitin^ our arrival. Nothingworth iiifiilioiiiii^- liai)[)eiicd to niai oiu enjoyment ofthe powder-play, and we retired as before, with a senseof coming out of the conflict the THE KUTUUIA, ( 414 ) CHAPTER XXVIL THE JEWS. Among the many attractive studies wliicli Moroccopresents to tlie mind of the inquirer, none is of moresurpassing interest than the position of the Jews. We started from England on our quest of the newand the wonderful with the current ideas regardingthe shameful oppression under which, in the Sultans happy douiinions, the Jews are supposed to eke outa miserable existence. We understood that they werein a position of semi-serfdom, compelled to huddle to-gether in filthy stys, known as Mellahs, subjected to themost degrading restrictions, liable to be murdered andtortured with impunity, their wives and daughters thelegitimate prey of the lustful passions of their oppres-sors—that theirs, in sliort, was the life of the pariahdog, glad to escape with no worse than curses, kicks,and blows, and thankful if allowed unmolested to pickup such scraps and offal as might be gleaned from thegarbage of the Moorish dunghills. For a time we retained the
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