From the Hill of Arafat; from Jannat el Ma'ale Cemetery; from the dun, bronzed, sun-baked city of a hundred thousand fanatic souls; from the Haram sanctuary itself where mobs of pilgrims were crowded round the Ka'aba and the holy Black Stone; from latticed balcony and courtyard, flat roof, mosque, and minaret, screams of rage shrilled up into the baked air, quivering under the intense sapphire of the desert sky.
Every crowded street of the bowl-shaped city, all converging toward the Sacred Enclosure of the Haram, every caravanserai and square, became a mass of howling _ghuzzat_, or fighters for the faith.

Mecca and its environs, outraged as never before in the thousands of years of its history, instantly armed itself and made ready for a _Jihad_, or holy war of extermination.
Where the Ahl Bayt, or People of the Black Tents, had tamely enough submitted to the invaders, these Ahl Hayt, or People of the Walls, leaped to arms, eager for death if that could be had in the battle against the infidel dog--for death, so, meant instant bearing up to Paradise, to cool fountains and sweet fruits, and to the caresses of the seventy entrancing houris that each good Moslem has had promised him by "The Strong Book," Al Koran.
Every man and boy in all that tremendous multitude spread over many square miles of rocky, sun-blistered aridity, seized whatever came first to hand, for the impending war, as the black shadow of _Nissr_ lagged down toward the city and the Haram.

Some snatched rifles, some pistols; others brandished spears and well-greased _nebut_ clubs, six feet long and deadly in stout hands.

Even camel-sticks and tent-poles were furiously flung aloft.

Pitiful, impotent defiance, no more effective than the waving of ants' antennae against the foot that kicks their nest to bits! Screams, curses, execrations in a score of tongues mounted in one frenzied chorus.