Even this last disaster they charged in their despair to Israel, for Allah was now cursing them for Israel's sake.

They were the same people that had thrust their presents upon him when he was setting out.
At the lonesome hut of the old woman who had offered him a bowl of buttermilk Israel rested and asked for a drink of water.

She gave him a dish of zummetta--barley roasted like coffee--and inquired if he was going on to Tetuan.

He told her yes, and she asked if his home was there.

And when he answered that it was, she looked at him again, and said in a moving way, "Then Allah help you, brother." "Why me more than another, sister ?" said Israel.
"Because it is plain to see that you are a poor man," said the old woman.