nd are only
tolerated for the shekels that can be extracted or robbed from them.
Now we meet a wild, tawny Arab, a straggling son of the desert, his
striped abba, or white bournous, hanging in graceful folds about his
straight figure; and now a Nubian with only a waistcloth. Jews with dark
blue caftans and red sashes; and Jewesses in bright purple silk, with
uncovered, handsome faces. Here and there is seen a Maltese or
Portuguese sailor, hiding on account of some crime by which he has
outraged the laws on the opposite continent. The Jews, though numerous,
are hated and oppressed, being the descendants of those exiled from
Europe in the Middle Ages. The variety of races which one meets in these
contracted passage-ways is curious, represented by faces yellow, bronze,
white, and black. Add to all the crowd of donkey-boys, camels, goats,
and street peddlers, crying, bleating, blustering, and braying, and you
have a modern Babel of sights and sounds such as greet the stranger in
the streets of this Moorish capital.

After strolling for a while through the steep, ill-paved lanes, which
were a perfect exposition of crookedness, we were brought by our guide
to the house of the Belgian Consul, a curious structure in the Moorish
style, more of a museum than a dwelling-house. Here, the resident
official, who has long filled the post, has gathered about him a
collection of articles, antique and modern; but all representative of
Morocco and its surrounding countries. The collection was of warlike
arms of all sorts, domestic implements, armor, dress ornaments of both
sexes, saddlery, pipes, rude native pictures, precious stones, and the
like; the whole forming a special historical record which would be
highly valuable in any European centre. It is surprising, when one
indulges in a specialty, what a valuable collection can be gathered,
and of what general interest it is sure to prove. From this Oriental
museum we were taken to the Governor's Palace, where we met his
Excellency, sitting cross-legged on the floor of a small court, at the
entrance of the ancient and dilapidated structure. He was surrounded by
a dozen most rascally-looking be-turbaned councillors, who, after we had
been shown over the palace, were none of them above taking a shilling
fee. The building was very queerly cut up, with tiled roofs at all sorts
of angles, bay windows, projecting apartments, as though hung in air,
and ample space for the harem, with its bathro