Thus avoided by the Moslems, I betook myself to the Jews, whom I found nowise backward in cultivating an intimacy.  The sage of the beard told me his history, which in some respects reminded me of that of Judah Lib, as it seemed that, a year or two previous, he had quitted Mogadore in pursuit of his son, who had betaken himself to Portugal.  On the arrival, however, of the father at Lisbon, he discovered that the fugitive had, a few days before, shipped himself for the Brazils.  Unlike Judah in quest of his father, he now became weary, and discontinued the pursuit.  The younger Jew from Mequinez was exceedingly gay and lively as soon as he perceived that I was capable of understanding him, and made me smile by his humorous account of Christian life, as he had observed it at Gibraltar, where he had made a stay of about a month.  He then spoke of Mequinez, which, he said, was a Jennut, or Paradise, compared with which Gibraltar was a sty of hogs.  So great, so universal is the love of country.  I soon saw that both these people believed me to be of their own nation; indeed, the young one, who was much the most familiar, taxed me with being so, and spoke of the infamy of denying my own blood.  Shortly before our arrival off Tarifa, universal hunger seemed to prevail amongst us.  The hadji and his negroes produced their store, and feasted on roast fowls, the Jews ate grapes and bread, myself bread and cheese, whilst the crew prepared a mess of anchovies.  Two of them speedily came, with a large portion, which they presented to me with the kindness of brothers:  I made no hesitation in accepting their present, and found the anchovies delicious.  As I sat between the Jews, I offered them some, but they turned away their heads with disgust, and cried haloof (hogsflesh).  They at the same time, however, shook me by the hand, and, uninvited, took a small portion of my bread.  I had a bottle of Cognac, which I had brought with me as a preventive to sea sickness, and I presented it to them; but this they also refused, exclaiming, Haram (it is forbidden).  I said nothing.

We were now close to the lighthouse of Tarifa, and turning the head of the bark towards the west, we made directly for the coast of Africa.  The wind was now blowing very fresh, and as we had it almost in our poop, we sprang along at a tremendous rate, the huge lateen sails threatening every moment to drive us beneath the billows, which an adverse tide raised up against us.  Whilst scudding along in this manner, we passed close under the stern of a large vessel bearing American colours; she was tacking up the straits, and slowly winning her way against the impetuous Levanter.  As we passed under her, I observed the poop crowded with people gazing at us; indeed, we must have offered a singular spectacle to those on board, who, like my young American friend at Gibraltar, were visiting the Old World for the first time.  At the helm stood the Jew; his whole figure enveloped in a gabardine, the cowl of which,