Letters and Journals of James, Eighth Earl of ElginElgin, James Bruce, Earl of
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Letters and Journals of James, Eighth Earl of Elgin
Elgin, James Bruce, Earl of
Great Britain -- Colonies -- Administration -- History -- 19th century
We could hardly tear ourselves away from this fascinating spectacle to
draw nearer to the Great Pyramid, which stood beside us, its outline
sharply traced in the clear atmosphere. We walked round and round it,
thinking of the strange men whose ambition to secure immortality for
themselves had expressed itself in this giant creation. The enormous
blocks of granite brought from one knows not where, built up one knows
not how; the form selected solely for the purpose of defying the
assaults of time; the contrast between the conception embodied in
these constructions and the talk of the frivolous race by whom we were
surrounded, and who seemed capable of no thought beyond a desire for
daily 'backshish,'--all this seen and felt under the influence of the
dim moonlight was very striking and impressive. We spent some time in
moving from place to place along the shadow cast by the Pyramid upon
the sand, and observing the effect produced by bringing the moon
sometimes to its apex and sometimes to other points on its outline. I
felt no disposition to exchange for sleep the state of dreamy half-
consciousness in which I was wandering about; but at length I lay down
on the shingly sands, with a block of granite for a pillow, and passed
an hour or two, sometimes dozing, sometimes wakeful, till one of our
attendants informed me that the sun would shortly rise, and that it
was time to commence to ascend the Pyramid, if we intended to witness
from its summit his first appearance. We had intended to spend the
night in the tombs, but it was so hot that we were only too glad to
select the spot in which we could get the greatest amount of air. A
very soft and gentle breeze, wafted across the Desert from an unknown
distance, fanned me as I slept. The ascent was, I confess, a much more
formidable undertaking than I had anticipated; and our French friend
gave in after attempting a few steps. The last words which had passed
between him and me before we retired to rest, were interchanged as we
were standing in front of the Sphinx, and were characteristic: _Ah!
que c'est drôle!_ was the reassuring exclamation which fell from his
lips while we were there transfixed and awestruck. As far as the
ascent of the Pyramid was concerned, I am not sure but that I was
sometimes tempted to follow his example, when I found how great was
the effort required to mount up, in the hot air, the huge blocks of
granite, and the unpleasantness of feeling every now and then with
what facility one might topple downwards. This sensation was most
disagreeably felt when, as generally happened at any very critical
place, my Arab friends, who were helping me up, began to talk of
'backshish,' and to insinuate that a small amount given at once, and
before the ascent was completed, would be particularly acceptable.
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