Morocco by S.L. Bensusan — Read

As to your slaves, see that ye feed them with such food as ye eat / yourselves, and clothe them with the stuff ye wear. And if they commit / a fault which ye are not willing to forgive, then sell them, for they / are the servants of Allah, and are not to be tormented. / -- _Mohammed's last Address._

In the bazaars of the brass-workers and dealers in cotton goods, in the bazaars of the saddlers and of the leather-sellers, -- in short, throughout the Kaisariyah, where the most important trade of Marrakesh is carried on, -- the auctions of the afternoon are drawing to a close. The dilals have carried goods to and fro in a narrow path between two lines of True Believers, obtaining the best prices possible on behalf of the dignified merchants, who sit gravely in their boxlike shops beyond the reach of toil. No merchant seeks custom: he leaves the auctioneers to sell for him on commission, while he sits at ease, a stranger to elation or disappointment, in the knowledge that the success or failure of the day's market is decreed. Many articles have changed hands, but there is now a greater attraction for men with money outside the limited area of the Kaisariyah, and I think the traffic here passes before its time.