A short time after his appointment, a merchant having left his Excellency a present during his absence from home, was immediately summoned before him, when the following dialogue ensued:—­

His Excellency.—­“Sir, how dare you leave a present at my house?”

The Merchant.—­“Other governors before your Excellency have received presents.”

His Excellency.—­“I am a governor of no presents!  How much do you owe the Sultan, my master?”

The Merchant.—­“I—­I—­I—­don’t know,” (hesitating and trembling)

His Excellency.—­“Very well, when you owe the Sultan nothing, bring me a present, and take this away, and make known to everybody, that Haj El-Arby receives no presents.”

The fact is, the Governor knows what he is about.  Were his Excellency to receive 16,000 dollars per annum as presents from the merchants of Mogador, the Sultan would demand of him 15,999; besides, there is not a merchant who makes a present that does not demand its value, a quid pro quo in the remission of custom-duties.  Sidi-El-Arby is also a thorough diplomatist, so far as report goes; he promises anybody anything; he keeps all on the tiptoe of most blessed expectation, and so makes friends of everybody.  “To his friend, Cohen,” he says, “I’ll take you back to my country with me, and make you rich; we are of the same country.”  To Phillips, “You shall have a ship of your own soon.”  To the merchants, “The Sultan shall lend you money whenever you want it.”  To the Moors in general, “You shall have your taxes reduced.”  In this way, his Excellency promises and flatters all, but takes very good care to compromise himself with none.

The frequented as well as the unfrequented spots are centres of superstition.  In the Sahara, by a lonely well, in the midst of boundless sterility, where the curse on earth seems to have burnt blackest, a camel passes every night groaning piteously, and wandering about in search of its murdered master, so the tale was told me.  Now, about two day’s journey from Mogador, there is also a well, containing within its dank and dark hollow a perpetual apparition.  At its bottom is seen the motionless statue of a negress, with a variety of wearing materials placed beside her, all made of fine burnished gold, and so bright, that the dreary cavern of the deep well is illuminated.  Whoever presumes to look down the well at her, and covets her shining property, is instantaneously seized with thirst and fever; and, if he does not expire at once, he never recovers from the fatal effects of his combined curiosity and avarice.  People draw water daily from this well, but no one dare look down it.

Truth may be in this well! since there is a sad want of it on this, as on other parts of the world.