LIFE'S NEW LANGUAGE
Two days after they had been cast out of Tetuan, Israel and Naomi were settled in a little house that stood a day's walk to the north of the town, about midway between the village of Semsa and the fondak which lies on the road to Tangier.From the hour wherein the gates had closed behind them, everything had gone well with both.
The country people who lay encamped on the heath outside had gathered around and shown them kindness.One old Arab woman, seeing Naomi's shame, had come behind without a word and cast a blanket over her head and shoulders.Then a girl of the Berber folk had brought slippers and drawn them on to Naomi's feet.The woman wore no blanket herself, and the feet of the girl were bare.Their own people were haggard and hollow-eyed and hungry, but the hearts of all were melted towards the great man in his dark hour."Allah had written it,"they muttered, but they were more merciful than they thought their God.
Thus, amid silent pity and audible peace-blessings, with cheer of kind words and comfort of food and drink, Israel and Naomi had wandered on through the country from village to village, until in the evening, an hour after sundown, they came upon the hut wherein they made their home.It was a poor, mean place--neither a round tent, such as the mountain Berbers build, nor a square cube of white stone, with its garden in a court within, such as a Moorish farmer rears for his homestead, but an oblong shed, roofed with rushes and palmetto leaves in the manner of an Irish cabin.And, indeed, the cabin of an Irish renegade it had been, who, escaping at Gibraltar from the ship that was taking him to Sidney, had sailed in a Genoese trader to Ceuta, and made his way across the land until he came to this lonesome spot near to Semsa.Unlike the better part of his countrymen, he had been a man of solitary habit and gloomy temper, and while he lived he had been shunned by his neighbours, and when he died his house had been left alone.That was the chance whereby Israel and Naomi had come to possess it, being both poor and unclaimed.