Out of the wreck of his fortune, after he sold the best contents of his house, he had still some three hundred dollars remaining in the pocket of his waistband when he was cast out of the town.

These he laid out in sheep and goats and oxen.

He hired land also of a tenant of the Basha, and sent wool and milk by the hand of a neighbour to the market at Tetuan.

The rains continued, the eggs of the locust were destroyed, the grass came green out of the ground, and Israel found bread for both of them.

With such simple husbandry, and in such a home, giving no thought to the morrow, he passed with cheer and comfort from day to day.
And truly, if at any weaker moment he had been minded to repine for the loss of his former poor greatness, or to fail of heart in pursuit of his new calling, for which heavier hands were better fit, he had always present with him two bulwarks of his purpose and sheet-anchors of his hope.