And as he passed through the streets his head was held up, and he walked proudly.

A great burden had fallen from him, and his spirit was light.

The people bent their heads before him as he passed, and scowled at him when he was gone by.

The beggars lying at the gate of the Mosque spat over their fingers behind his back, and muttered "Bismillah! In the name of God!" A negro farmer in the Feddan, who was bent double over a hoof as he was shoeing a bony and scabby mule, lifted his ugly face, bathed in sweat, and grinned at Israel as he went along.

A group of Reefians, dirty and lean and hollow-eyed, feeding their gaunt donkeys, and glancing anxiously at the sky over the heads of the mountains, snarled like dogs as he strode through their midst.