Our impressions on this our first acquaintance with the outer region
of the Great Atlas were very agreeable. The country appeared populous
and fruitful. There was, indeed, little space for tillage, and that
was of the rudest kind; but besides the olive, which attains a great
size, the carob (_Ceratonia Siliqua_) and walnut, both growing to
perfection, combine beauty with economic value. The common _Opuntia_,
or Indian fig, also grows luxuriantly, and supplies an item in the
diet of the natives.
Before we started, about 3 P.M. a body of miserable-looking Jews
presented themselves, and offered a _mona_ of olives, chilis, cakes
of repulsive appearance, and some terrible spirituous liquor served
in a battered tin teapot. When we excused ourselves on the ground
that we had but just finished eating, they insisted that we should,
at least, partake of the liquor. Abraham explained that we could
not possibly drink out of a vessel so indescribably foul as the
earthenware cup presented to us; whereupon one of the women lifted
the skirt of her filthy petticoat, and proceeded to polish the cup
to her own satisfaction. There was something pathetic in the abject
air of these poor people, of whom there are many communities in
this part of the Atlas. Born to suffering and oppression, they yet
contrive to hold together, and even increase their numbers, thanks to
superior intelligence and skill which make them almost indispensable
to their neighbours. They are forced by law or custom to wear none
but black outer garments, and the older men have high brimless
cylindrical hats, tapering somewhat towards the top. They had taken
it into their heads that Christian strangers travelling with a large
escort must be persons of influence and authority, and had come to
implore our favour and protection. The men concluded by kissing the
skirts of our _jellabias_; and, as we were riding off, the women,
who stood in a group behind, advanced and kissed our knees, in true
Oriental fashion. We were assured by our interpreter, who naturally
sympathised with the people of his own race, that they often
suffer from ill-usage, for which there is absolutely no redress;
but it does not appear that their condition is practically as bad
as that of the same people in Roumania and some other so-called
Christian States. In some respects, indeed, they are better off
than their Mohammedan neighbours. Not suspected of wealth, their
head-men are not liable to be ‘squeezed,’ and, living apart,
they are not engaged in the intestine feuds of adjoining tribes,
and not often victims of the cruelties that accompany them.
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