. Arctic sunbeams: or, From Broadway to the Bosphorus, by way of the North Cape. oreach the northern entrance is not to be done in ahurry. Before diving into these acres of piledstone we rest for a farewell glance at the countryaround. Cairo looks as though half under thewater. The majestic river, in reddish yellow,swings through its green banks on, on to the centuries—yes, likely forty times forty—havelooked down from these cliffs, half hid in sands,upon this stupendous stream. Less devastating inits overflow than our Father of Waters, the Klis-sissippi, it makes fat the fields, til
. Arctic sunbeams: or, From Broadway to the Bosphorus, by way of the North Cape. oreach the northern entrance is not to be done in ahurry. Before diving into these acres of piledstone we rest for a farewell glance at the countryaround. Cairo looks as though half under thewater. The majestic river, in reddish yellow,swings through its green banks on, on to the centuries—yes, likely forty times forty—havelooked down from these cliffs, half hid in sands,upon this stupendous stream. Less devastating inits overflow than our Father of Waters, the Klis-sissippi, it makes fat the fields, till they laugh again!Viridcin Egyptiim, nigrA fcucundat arenas Whatcontrasts are painted under our eye by the chem-ical forces of water and sun ! How beautiful arethe green fields of corn and sugar, compared withthe tawny infinite upon the west! Let us enter ; not without hope ! The slipperypath inward slopes downward until it meets agreater gallery, which runs upward at an angleof forty-five degrees. Then, on a level, it runsto the Oueens Chamber. Returnino- on this level,. SECTION Ol ) Al GMUA. THE PYRAMIDS AND TOMBS. 397 and at the same angle, and about half-wa) upthe inside, you enter the Kings Chamber. But itis no time or place for photographing this , if I were a poet, could I set a single airy sen-timent in time, under the yawning, cavernous gapwhich opens as we enter. Take care, head ! I hear the Arabs say to mywife. She bows to Cheops. I do the same. Wego up and down, sliding on polished stones, and inperil of tumbling into dark vaults. Our tapers givea sort of clear obscure Rembrandtish aspect tothe stony horror about us. After much lifting,pushing, and tugging, relying upon the prehensilegrip of the naked Arab foot, and the grasp of thesteady Arab hand, now being carried and now pulled,now groping along perilous and slippery edges, wecome to the Queens Chamber. Its sarcophagushas been removed. But where is the queen ?Doubtless the soothsayers tol
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