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
In the darkness my friend and I spread our blankets upon the gravel, and
set to with relish upon our meal of cold meat and eggs, drinking deep
from our water-bottles. Then, after a cigar smoked in the silence of
contentment, and a last inspection of the horses, we settled down for
sleep. The moon, rising behind the cliffs, threw a warm light upon the
opposite crest of the rocks and cast the valley wherein we lay into
deeper shadow. Not a sound was to be heard except the contented munching
of the horses; and long before the moonlight had waxed strong we had
dropped quietly to sleep and to dreams of Pan.
At about midnight my friend started up from the ground of a sudden, and
as he did so a dark creature bounded away up the valley to the pool,
sending the gravel flying beneath its feet. In the light of the moon it
appeared to be of great size, but its form was indistinct as it rushed
past.
“It was _licking_ my forehead!” said my friend, not quite sure whether
he had been dreaming or not.
“It was probably Pan,” said I. And as it was too much bother to get up
and find the policeman’s rifle, my companion, rubbing his forehead,
returned to the realms of sleep, whither I had preceded him; and neither
of us know whether our midnight visitor was a prowling hyena or
something more uncanny.
An hour later he again sat up with a start, and away flew an enormous
eagle-owl which had been contemplating him at a distance of a few inches
from his face. I see, by the way, that Shelley, the great authority on
Egyptian birds, states that this neighbourhood is much infested with
this species of owl; and I will testify that they are very formidable
creatures. By this time the moon was sailing overhead, and it was
difficult to sleep in the strong light, which turned the rocks to
alabaster and the vegetation to wax. Moreover, there were things moving
about in the valley: silent footfalls and deep breathings. And one of
the horses became restive. However, sleep at last claimed us, and we did
not wake again until the first light of dawn was apparent in the sky.
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