. The rulers of the Mediterranean. against itssandy banks and sent up strange odors of fishand mud. On either side stretched long levelsof yellow sand dotted with bunches of dark greengrass, like tufts on a quilt, over which stalked anoccasional camel, bending and rocking, and scorn-ing the rival ship at its side. You have heard somuch of the Suez Canal as an engineering featthat you rather expect, in your ignorance, to findthe banks upheld by walls of masonry, and topass through intricate locks from one level to an-other, or at least to see a wcll-bcatcn towpath atits side. But with the excep
. The rulers of the Mediterranean. against itssandy banks and sent up strange odors of fishand mud. On either side stretched long levelsof yellow sand dotted with bunches of dark greengrass, like tufts on a quilt, over which stalked anoccasional camel, bending and rocking, and scorn-ing the rival ship at its side. You have heard somuch of the Suez Canal as an engineering featthat you rather expect, in your ignorance, to findthe banks upheld by walls of masonry, and topass through intricate locks from one level to an-other, or at least to see a wcll-bcatcn towpath atits side. But with the exception of dikes hereand there, you pass between slipping sandy banks,which show less of the hand of man than does amill-dam at home, and you begin to think thatFerdinand de Lesseps drew his walking-stickthrough the sand from the Red Sea to the Medi-terranean, and twenty thousand negroes followedhim and dug a ditch. On either side of this ditchyou see reproduced in real life the big coloredprints which hun-nnjjir the Sunday. FROM GIBRALTAR TO CAIRO lOl school. There are the buffaloes drawing theploughs of wood, and the wells of raw sun-bakedclay, and the ditches and water-works of twocog-wheels and clay pots for irrigating the land,and the strings of camels, and the veiled womencarrying earthen jars on the left shoulder. Andbeyond these stretches the yellow sand, not whiteand heavy, like our own, but dun-colored andfine, like dust, and over it amethyst skies bare ofclouds, and tall palms. And then the boat stopsagain at Ismailia to let you off for Cairo, and thebrave captains returning from leave, and thebraver young women who are going out to workin hospitals, and the young wives with babieswhom their fathers have not seen, and the com-missioners returning to rule and bully a nativeprince, pass on to India, and you are assaultedby donkey-boys who want you to ride MarkTwain, or Lady Dunlo, or Two-Pair-of-Black - Eyes -Oh -What - a - Surprise - Grand - Ole-Man. A jerky, ru
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