A venerable Jew, with long white beard, walked side by side with a Moor of great stature, enshrouded in the folds of his snow-white haik.

These were the chief Rabbi of the Jews and the Imam of the Muslims, and behind them other Jews and Moors walked abreast in the burning sun.

All were barefooted, and such as were Berbers were bareheaded also.
"In the name of Allah, the Compassionate and Merciful!" the Imam cried, and the Muslims echoed him.
"By the God of Jacob!" the Rabbi prayed, and the Jews repeated the words after him.
"Spare us! Spare the land!" they all cried together.

"Send rain to destroy the eggs of the locust!" cried the Rabbi.

"Else will they rise on the ground in the sunshine like rice on the granary floor; and neither fire nor river nor the army of the Sultan will stop them; and we ourselves will die, and our children with us!" And the Jews cried, "God of Jacob, be our refuge." And the Muslims shouted, "Allah, save us!" It was a strange sight to look upon in that land of intolerance--the haughty Moor and the despised Jew, with all petty hatreds sunk out of sight and forgotten in the grip of the death that threatened both alike, walking and praying in the public streets together.
Israel drew close to the wall and passed by unobserved.