The life, letters and work of Frederic Leighton. Volume IIBarrington, Russell, Mrs.
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The life, letters and work of Frederic Leighton. Volume II
Barrington, Russell, Mrs.
Leighton of Stretton, Frederic Leighton, Baron, 1830-1896
convulsed me with laughter if I had not controlled myself
manfully. Meanwhile the pilots were howling at one another and
them with all the vehemence of a violent altercation, and for no
discernible reason. When they were not shrieking at one another,
the crew took up the usual Arab boatmen's chant (I know no
better word); one man gives out a short sentence, or name, or
form of prayer (not exceeding four syllables) in a quavering
treble, and the rest then repeat it in chorus in a graver
key--the effect is very original. As we got within sight of the
big cataract and the stranded ship, Hosseyn loudly exhorted the
crew to pray to the Prophet, and all the saints who have their
shrines on the heights of Assouan, to see them safely through
the danger; the invitation was loudly responded to, and
everybody who had not an oar to pull held up his hands and
prayed with great fervour--which was very pretty, and done with
the dignified simplicity which always accompanies an Arab's
devotions; but it was certainly disproportionate to the
emergency. When we had danced up and down (or rather down and
up) three or four times, I had the curiosity to look about for
the _sailor_ and waiter I had brought with me from the steamer;
they were respectively green and yellow in their unfeigned
terror. Then there was a nominal _small_ cataract (the first one
is called the _great_ cataract), and indeed I believe there was
a _third_ little commotion; then Hosseyn, throwing up his arms,
exclaimed, "El Hamdul illah!! finish!!" and it was, as he said,
"finish." I am utterly ignorant of the mysteries of navigation,
but one figure we executed between the cataracts and Assouan
struck me as novel: it consisted in turning entirely round in a
wide circle to take (as it were) a fresh start; this manoeuvre
we performed with much gravity and success two successive times.
An elaborate salute from the guns of the dragoman and engineer,
responded to with appropriate solemnity by Hosseyn, announced my
return to my steamer--and, oh joy! my tub.
In the evening governor of course.
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