. Voices from the Orient; or, The testimony of the monuments, of the recent historical and topographical discoveries, and of the customs and traditions of the people in the Orient, to the veracity of the sacred record. s. Sahura, a king of anearly dynasty, invaded Arabia, and on a tablet he is repre-sented with a staff in his left hand and a mace in his rightsmiting a prostrate enemy. He calls himself the great godwho destroys the Mentu and strikes down all nations.* Greekand the supposed Nabathrean inscriptions are numerous inMao-harah and the neighbourhood. Cartouches with hiero-glyphs I saw
. Voices from the Orient; or, The testimony of the monuments, of the recent historical and topographical discoveries, and of the customs and traditions of the people in the Orient, to the veracity of the sacred record. s. Sahura, a king of anearly dynasty, invaded Arabia, and on a tablet he is repre-sented with a staff in his left hand and a mace in his rightsmiting a prostrate enemy. He calls himself the great godwho destroys the Mentu and strikes down all nations.* Greekand the supposed Nabathrean inscriptions are numerous inMao-harah and the neighbourhood. Cartouches with hiero-glyphs I saw, about eighty or a hundred feet above the valley,cut with great skill and well preserved. At first we were inconsiderable danger, caused by some Arabs who demandedwater. As our supply was limited it was impossible to givethem any. They threatened to plunder us of our gold as wellas water. As there was an attack to be made by a superiorforce, I advised our dragoman to give them a portion of thewater. He did so, and under its reviving power our enemiesofrew bolder. Outside of the tent shouting and fierce threatswere uttered. We withdrew in order to let the men settle the * Eawlinsona Anct. Egypt, Vol. II. p. 8 1 8 GRAVEYARD IN WADY MAGHARAH. 209 difficulty among themselves. The tide of war surged downtowards us. Mr. Smart and myself remained in the tent; ourcompanion gathered up his personal valuables and ran downthe wady to escape slaughter. As the danger increased andthe shouts grew more warlike, we followed, and left the fight-ing hosts to conquer or die. I carried a field glass with whichI was carefully examining the inscriptions. Blood was flowingfreely from the wounded; suddenly the wild shouting ceasedand we were permitted to do our work in peace. Our drago-man drew the attention of the ringleader of the foe to myfield glass, and informed him there was a bombshell in itwhich could blow into atoms a huge mass of rock standing onthe top of the mountain, and to which ou
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