The glory of the PharaohsWeigall, Arthur E. P. Brome (Arthur Edward Pearse Brome)
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The glory of the Pharaohs
Weigall, Arthur E. P. Brome (Arthur Edward Pearse Brome)
Egypt -- Antiquities
Upon the first day of our journey we passed through the five great locks
of the dam which mount to the higher level like some huge Brobdingnagian
stairway, and steamed southwards over the wide stretch of the pent-up
waters, past groves of palm-trees standing deep in the flood, past the
rough points of submerged rocks which once formed the promontories of
the mainland, past slopes of golden sand which had formerly descended to
the edge of cultivated fields, but now slid straight into the water in
the manner of a perilous chute. It was our plan to push through to Abu
Simbel, which is some miles south of the area to be affected by the new
flood-level, and then to examine the main ancient sites on the way down.
At mid-morning we steamed through the magnificent Pass of Kalâbsheh,
where towering granite cliffs drop sheer into the water and rugged piles
of that splendid stone form islands in the river; and towards sunset we
passed the temple of Dakkeh, whose lofty pylons can be seen for many a
mile. About eight o’clock in the evening, when darkness had fallen and
the sky was massed over with stars, we halted near the temple of Wady
Sabu’a, and by the light of a lantern made our way to it over the soft
sand.
The work in this temple is poor. The edges of the blocks of stone with
which the walls are built are roughly trimmed, and the crevices are
filled with plaster to hide the reproach of their bad workmanship. One
wonders how much the dishonest contractor, or perhaps the Viceroy of
Rameses II., in whose reign it was built, obtained out of the
transaction; for, knowing modern Egypt and the tortuous ways of the
native architect, one has developed a sort of jocular misanthropy that
is not bounded by the years. The friend who was with me, and who is a
highly cultured barbarian, expressed unmitigated disapproval of the
entire place, and begged to be conducted back to the steamer with all
dispatch; but to me the ruin, although undoubtedly a monument of
slovenly work, has a rugged dignity. In the shifting light of the
lantern which caused the shadows, like flibbertigibbets, to perform the
most grotesque antics, and the decorated walls to stand out from them in
a kind of luminous animation, one felt that there was still something to
be learnt from it.
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