[28] [Transcriber’s Note:  In our print copy, the text of this footnote is missing.]

[29] This is the old story of the abettors of the slave-trade in all parts of the world; I very much doubt if there be any truth in it.  None of the slave-dealers of the Desert whom I conversed with, had ever seen or heard of prisoners of war being put to death.

[30] The European name of Mogador, is supposed to be derived from Mugdul, or Modogul, a Moorish Saiut.

[31] The Governor of Mogador told me to go to look at his slaves, and see that they were well fed and well clothed.  But every rich man’s horses and dogs are well-fed and well-housed.

[32] Mr. Davidson did not visit Morocco as an abolitionist.  Head what impression this Maroquine slavery made upon his mind.  “My heart sickens at the sight of this horrid picture.  In another lot of these unfortunate beings were six women, one of whom had given birth to a child on the road, which was thrown into the bargain.  There was an old wretch who had come from Saweirah to purchase female slaves; his examination was carried on in the most disgusting manner, I could not refrain from calling down the curse of Heaven on these inhuman wretches.  In many, but little feeling is shewn for the poor blacks; and they seemed to think less of their own fate than I did, who was merely a looker-on.  One poor creature, however, who was a finer woman, and less black than the rest, shed tears.  I could have given her my dagger to have plunged it in the breast of the villain who was examining her.  And yet these people pray four times a day, and think themselves superior to all God’s creatures!  More than ever do I wish to get away from, this den of hell-hounds.  Each of the grown persons was in the prime of life, and had once a home, and was more to be pitied than the children, who had never known the liberty of thought and act.  To each of the ten slaves was given a lunch of bread; while both the inhuman buyers and sellers, after chuckling over their bargains, went to offer up their prayers to Heaven, before they took their daily meal.  Can such unhallowed doings be permitted to endure longer!  Oh, Spirit of Civilization, hither turn your eyes, and punish the purchasers who ought to know better, for thus only will the sale be stopped.”

[33] I asked a Moor, “Who built this castle on the sands?” He replied pertly, “Iskander!” Whenever the Moors see anything marvellous or ancient, they ascribe it to Alexander the Great, to Pharaoh, to Solomon, or even to Nimrod, as caprice leads them, believing that these three or four personages created all the wondrous and monstrous things in the world.  But we have an instance here, how soon through ignorance, or the want of records, a modern thing may become ancient in the minds of the vulgar.  This fort was built after Mogador, which town is not yet a century old.

[34] Certainly, to establish relations with the Southern provinces of Morocco, that is, Sous and Wadnoun, would greatly injure the trade of Mogador, and, therefore, the Consuls, as well as the Moorish Authorities, set their faces against any direct intercourse being opened with the South.