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But the gentle, liberal, and gallant Hamed informed us, in reply to an
individual query with regard to our Moorish housemaid, that "if Lanniya
plenty good, no _tiefem_ (steal), no drinkum _sharab_ (wine), and go for
_scula_ ("school," or religious instruction in the mosque, or in a
schoolhouse adjoining it), by and by she go for "_Eljannah_."
I am hardly correct, by the way, in speaking of Lanniya as "house-_maid_,"
for Moorish maidens and wives never go in the service of European
families, being prohibited by their religion from showing their faces; it
is only widows and divorced women who may go about unveiled, and mingle
with Christians.
The next morning, soon after the last gun of Ramadan had sounded its
joyous boom in my ear, I was up and stirring, donning my shooting apparel
and preparing for an early country walk with my faithful four-footed
comrade. I had no fear of exciting the fanaticism of the Muslim population
by going out shooting on their holy day, for there is not much bigotry in
Mogador,--Moors, Christians, and Jews observing their several religions
peacefully side by side, so that three Sundays come in every week, the
Mahometan on Friday, the Jewish on Saturday, and then ours.
The sun, just rising from behind the eastern sand-hills, was gilding all
the house-tops and minarets, till our white town looked like a rich
assemblage of fairy palaces of gold and ivory; the smiling sea, serene and
azure, came rippling peacefully up to the base of the rugged brown rocks,
enlivened to-day by no statuesque figures of Moorish fishermen; nor did a
single boat dot the broad blue expanse of the unusually smooth South
Atlantic, of which the fish and the sea-fowl were for once left in
undisturbed possession.
As I gazed from the flat roof away over the great town, I heard from many
quarters loud sounds of music and merriment. As I passed presently through
the narrow streets, with their dead white walls and cool dark arches,
scarcely a camel was to be seen at the accustomed corners by the stores of
the merchants, where usually whole fleets of the "ships of the desert" lay
moored, unloading almonds, and rich gums, and hides, and all the varied
produce of the distant interior.
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