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Title: Life in Morocco and glimpses beyond
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: Meakin, Budgett
Subjects: Morocco
Publisher: London Chatto & Windus
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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If she becomesher masters wife, the mother of a child, she isthereby freed, though she must remain in his serviceuntil his death, and she is only treated as an animal,not as a human being. After all, there is a dark side—one sufficientlvdark to need no intensifying. The fact of one manbeing the possessor of another, just as much as hecould be of a horse or cow, places him in the sameposition with regard to his chattel as to such afour-footed animal. The merciful man is merci-ful to his beast, but the tender mercies of thewicked are cruel, and just as one man will ill-treathis beast, while another treats his well, so will oneman persecute his slave. Instances of this arequite common enough, and here and there cases 184 LIFE IN MOROCCO could be brought forward of revolting brutality, asin the story which follows, but the great thing isthat agricultural slavery is practically unknown, andthat what exists is chiefly domestic. Know theslave, says an Arab proverb, and you know themaster.
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\^Freyonne, Photo., Gibraltar.UAIUiAir, XAkUAlOK nK IHK SI.AVK-f.IRI.S STORV. XXIIA SLAVE-GIRLS STORY After many adversities, joy. Moorish Proverb. Outside the walls of Maza^ran an Ensflish travellerhad pitched his camp. Night had fallen when oneof his men, returning from the town, besought admis-sion to the tent. Well, how now ? Sir, I have a woman here, by thy leave, yes,a woman, a slave, whom I found at the door ofthy consulate, where she had taken refuge, but thepolice guard drove her away, so I brought her tothee for justice. Have pity on her, and God willreward thee ! See, here ! Rabhah ! At this bidding there approached a truly pitiableobject, a dark-skinned woman, not quite black,though of decidedly negroid appearance—whosetattered garments scarcely served to hide a half-starved form. Throwing herself on the groundbefore the foreigner, she begged his pity, hisassistance, for the sake of the Pitiful God. Oh, Bashador, she pleaded, addressing himas though a foreign envoy, I ta

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