The glory of the PharaohsWeigall, Arthur E. P. Brome (Arthur Edward Pearse Brome)
History
The glory of the Pharaohs
Weigall, Arthur E. P. Brome (Arthur Edward Pearse Brome)
Egypt -- Antiquities
At one point, upon the right-hand side of the valley, the path led us
past a large rock, upon the west face of which there were several Greek
and Coptic inscriptions. One of the former is interesting, for it
records the existence of a kind of sporting club whose members hunted
wild animals in the desert. Two of the chief huntsmen, both Greeks, are
mentioned by name: Messoueris and Alexikrates. The old inhabitants of
Panopolis seem to have prided themselves upon their sporting
tendencies, and Herodotus says that they used to hold gymnastic games,
comprising every sort of contest, in honour of Perseus.
In this connection I should like to record an incident which happened
while we were at Sohag. Upholding the sporting traditions of the
neighbourhood, the Deputy-Governor thought he would organise some
shooting expeditions among the notables of the town, there being a few
gazelle in the desert and plenty of duck in the pools at its edge. He
therefore sent to Cairo for his three sporting-guns and some ammunition.
These were forwarded to him by railway; but some over-suspicious
official examined the package, and immediately the rumour spread that a
haul of contraband arms had been made. The Coptic papers next day
published the astounding news, which was copied in the European press,
that twenty guns and a large amount of ammunition had been seized, and
that an anti-Coptic rising in Sohag, led by the Deputy-Governor, was
imminent. Much excitement was caused thereby, and not a little
trepidation amongst the Copts of Akhmîm and elsewhere, at which the
kindly owner of the guns, with a twinkle in his eye, expressed his
concern to us, as we sat with him one evening in the club which he and
his friends had recently founded for the purpose of bringing Copts and
Mussulmans together. Thus is the Unrest kept in the forefront of men’s
minds.
Proceeding slowly up the valley, we rode, slipping and scrambling, along
the narrow pathway: the noise of our going echoed from cliff to cliff.
Occasionally the shrill cry of a hawk rang through the wady, and its
soaring flight would lead the eye up from the mellow tones of the rocks
to the deep colour of the sky.
[Illustration: Two views in the Wady Salamûni: early morning]
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