The Scapegoat | Page 3

plain ASCII form
(or in EBCDIC or other equivalent proprietary form).
[2] Honor the etext refund and replacement provisions of this "Small

Print!" statement.
[3] Pay a trademark license fee to the Project of 20% of the net profits
you derive calculated using the method you already use to calculate
your applicable taxes. If you don't derive profits, no royalty is due.
Royalties are payable to "Project Gutenberg
Association/Carnegie-Mellon University" within the 60 days following
each date you prepare (or were legally required to prepare) your annual
(or equivalent periodic) tax return.
WHAT IF YOU *WANT* TO SEND MONEY EVEN IF YOU
DON'T HAVE TO?
The Project gratefully accepts contributions in money, time, scanning
machines, OCR software, public domain etexts, royalty free copyright
licenses, and every other sort of contribution you can think of. Money
should be paid to "Project Gutenberg Association / Carnegie-Mellon
University".
*END*THE SMALL PRINT! FOR PUBLIC DOMAIN
ETEXTS*Ver.04.29.93*END*
This Etext prepared by Alan Cleary [email protected]
THE SCAPEGOAT BY HALL CAINE
CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE
PREFACE 1. ISRAEL BEN OLIEL 2. THE BIRTH OF NAOMI 3.
THE CHILDHOOD OF NAOMI 4. THE DEATH OF RUTH 5.
RUTH'S BURIAL 6. THE SPIRIT-MAID 7. THE ANGEL IN
ISRAEL'S HOUSE 8. THE VISION OF THE SCAPEGOAT 9.
ISRAEL'S JOURNEY 10. THE WATCHWORD OF THE MAHDI 11.
ISRAEL'S HOME-COMING 12. THE BAPTISM OF SOUND 13.

NAOMI'S GREAT GIFT 14. ISRAEL AT SHAWAN 15. THE
MEETING ON THE SOK 16. NAOMI'S BLINDNESS 17. ISRAEL'S
GREAT RESOLVE 18. THE LIGHT-BORN MESSENGER 19. THE
RAINBOW SIGN 20. LIFE'S NEW LANGUAGE 21. ISRAEL IN
PRISON 22. HOW NAOMI TURNED MUSLIMA 23. ISRAEL'S
RETURN FROM PRISON 24. THE ENTRY OF THE SULTAN 25.
THE COMING OF THE MAHDI 26. ALI'S RETURN TO TETUAN
27. THE FALL OF BEN ABOO 28. "AT ALLAH-U-KABAR"
PREFACE
_Within sight of an English port, and within hail of English ships as
they pass on to our empire in the East, there is a land where the ways of
life are the same to-day as they were a thousand years ago; a land
wherein government is oppression, wherein law is tyranny, wherein
justice is bought and sold, wherein it is a terror to be rich and a danger
to be poor, wherein man may still be the slave of man, and women is
no more than a creature of lust--a reproach to Europe, a disgrace to the
century, an outrage on humanity, a blight on religion! That land is
Morocco!
This is a story of Morocco in the last years of the Sultan Abd
er-Rahman. The ashes of that tyrant are cold, and his grandson sits in
his place; but men who earned his displeasure linger yet in his noisome
dungeons, and women who won his embraces are starving at this hour
in the prison-palaces in which he immured them. His reign is a story of
yesterday; he is gone, he is forgotten; no man so meek and none so
mean but he might spit upon his tomb. Yet the evil work which he did
in his evil time is done to-day, if not by his grandson, then in his
grandson's name--the degradation of man's honour, the cruel wrong of
woman's, the shame of base usury, and the iniquity of justice that may
be bought! Of such corruption this story will tell, for it is a tale of
tyranny that is every day repeated, a voice of suffering going up hourly
to the powers of the world, calling on them to forget the secret hopes
and petty jealousies whereof Morocco is a cause, to think no more of
any scramble for territory when the fated day of that doomed land has
come, and only to look to it and see that he who fills the throne of Abd

er-Rahman shall be the last to sit there.
Yet it is the grandeur of human nature that when it is trodden down it
waits for no decree of nations, but finds its own solace amid the baffled
struggle against inimical power in the hopes of an exalted faith. That
cry of the soul to be lifted out of the bondage of the narrow circle of
life, which carries up to God the protest and yearning of suffering man,
never finds a more sublime expression than where humanity is
oppressed and religion is corrupt. On the one hand, the hard experience
of daily existence; on the other hand, the soul crying out that the things
of this world are not the true realities. Savage vices make savage
virtues. God and man are brought face to face.
In the heart of Morocco there is one man who lives a life that is like a
hymn, appealing to God against tyranny and corruption and shame.
This great soul is the leader of a vast following which has come to him