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    sight-surfeited
    wanderers.

    Arrived at Old Cairo, the camp-followers took up the donkeys and tumbled
    them bodily aboard a small boat with a lateen sail, and we followed and
    got under way. The deck was closely packed with donkeys and men; the two
    sailors had to climb over and under and through the wedged mass to work
    the sails, and the steersman had to crowd four or five donkeys out of the
    way when he wished to swing his tiller and put his helm hard-down. But
    what were their troubles to us? We had nothing to do; nothing to do but
    enjoy the trip; nothing to do but shove the donkeys off our corns and
    look at the charming scenery of the Nile.

    On the island at our right was the machine they call the Nilometer, a
    stone-column whose business it is to mark the rise of the river and
    prophecy whether it will reach only thirty-two feet and produce a famine,
    or whether it will properly flood the land at forty and produce plenty,
    or whether it will rise to forty-three and bring death and destruction to
    flocks and crops--but how it does all this they could not explain to us
    so that we could understand. On the same island is still shown the spot
    where Pharaoh's daughter found Moses in the bulrushes. Near the spot we
    sailed from, the Holy Family dwelt when they sojourned in Egypt till
    Herod should complete his slaughter of the innocents. The same tree they
    rested under when they first arrived, was there a short time ago, but the
    Viceroy of Egypt sent it to the Empress Eugenie lately. He was just in
    time, otherwise our pilgrims would have had it.

    The Nile at this point is muddy, swift and turbid, and does not lack a
    great deal of being as wide as the Mississippi.

    We scrambled up the steep bank at the shabby town of Ghizeh, mounted the
    donkeys again, and scampered away. For four or five miles the route lay
    along a high embankment which they say is to be the bed of a railway the
    Sultan means to build for no other reason than that when the Empress of
    the French comes to visit him she can go to the Pyramids in comfort.
    This is true Oriental hospitality. I am very glad it is our privilege to
    have donkeys instead of cars.

    At the distance of a few miles the Pyramids rising above the palms,

    looked very clean-cut, very grand and imposing, and very soft and filmy,
    as well. They swam in a rich haze that took from them all suggestions of
    unfeeling stone, and made them seem only the airy nothings of a dream
    --structures which might blossom into tiers of vague arches, or ornate
    colonnades, may be, and change and change again, into all graceful forms
    of architecture, while we looked, and then melt deliciously away and
    blend with the tremulous atmosphere.

    At the end of the levee we left the mules and went in
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