
 
        
         
		splashing  into  them with  his  bare  feet.  My host  
 then stooped down  and  by the  light  of  the  candle  
 showed  me  where they were, so  that  I  could walk  
 round them. 
 The caravanserai lay at a little distance outside the  
 oasis.  As soon as we  had  left  the  palms  behind  I  
 stopped the sheykh, told  him  that  I  could  find my  
 way  across  the  desert  alone  as  it  was  a  starlight  
 night, and when I had promised, to his great delight,  
 to send him a present  of  a  little gunpowder we  fell  
 upon  each  other’s  necks,  embraced,  and  bid  each  
 other a most affectionate farewell. 
 I have described the men who attended upon us as  
 being ‘ servants,’ but from some remarks which Aissa  
 let fall upon my return I am not sure that they would  
 not be more accurately described as slaves. 
 In the ‘ good old times ’  of Barbary, when piracy  
 reigned at Algiers and the voice  of  the  French  was  
 not heard in the land, slavery was a recognised institution  
 in  the  country,  and  huge  caravans  came  
 several  times  a  year  from  the  Sudan, via Twat to  
 Wargla, bringing slaves, which from this point were  
 distributed all over Algeria. 
 But  since  the French have conquered the country  
 slavery  is  of  course theoretically abolished.  In the  
 eye of the French law there are no slaves.  But that  
 eye, like  many  others,  is  occasionally  given  to  the  
 immoral habit of winking,  and slavery in the out-of-  
 the-way districts is one of  the  things which  it  considers  
 itself  not always bound  to  notice.  Since, in  
 the majority of cases, both the slaves and their masters 
 are  perfectly  contented,  why  should  the  law  interfere  
 ? 
 Aissa, on my return, made most searching inquiries  
 into the menu of the repast.  Was there any murger  
 (Arab  soup) ?  Was  there  a  meshwi  (sheep roasted  
 whole) ?  Was  there  any  meat  in  the  couscous ?  
 Was  the  couscous  itself  white  or  brown ?  Were  
 there  any  honey  cakes  or  sweets ?  All  these  are  
 points which  go  to  show  the  amount  of  honour  
 done  to  a  guest.  When he heard of what  the meal  
 had actually consisted  he  was  extremely  indignant.  
 He  had always  heard, he  said, that that sheykh was  
 a terrible skinflint, but he had no idea that he would  
 have condescended to such meanness. 
 Aissa had  a  great  idea of the respect which was  
 due to his employers, and the sheykh’s stinginess  in  
 providing  such a meal impressed him very unfavourably. 
   The  next  morning, when  I  sent  him  down  
 with  my present  of  powder to the sheykh, he must  
 have made some very strong representations  to  him  
 on  the  subject,  for  he  brought  back  with  him,  
 apparently to  square the account,  a present  of  three  
 eggs.  I  gave  them  to  Aissa — I  had  seen  the  
 sheykh’s eggs before.