"Here," said Remeses, "dwell the nobles, in the intense heats of
summer. The summer palace of my mother is on the island of Rhoda,
between On and Memphis, in the Nile. I am yet to conduct you thither,
and also to the pyramids. You see pavilions on small islets in these
circular lakes. They are temples, or rather shrines for the private
devotions of the families."
We left this lovely suburb, and entered upon a broad road, which,
after crossing a plain on which stood the ruins of a palace of
Osirtasen I., wound through a region of wheat-fields, which extended
along the Nile as far as the eye could see. The laborers were chiefly
Egyptian, and wore the loin-cloth, and short trowsers reaching
half-way to the knee, which I have before described. They sang
cheerful songs as they worked, and stopped to gaze after the rolling
chariot which was passing across their lands like a meteor, its silver
panels flashing in the sun.
About twenty stadia, or nearly four miles, from the city, we came
suddenly upon a vast desolate field, upon which thousands of men
seemed to be engaged in the occupation of making brick. As we drew
near, for the royal road we were traversing passed directly through
this busy multitude, I saw by their faces that the toilers were of
that mysterious race, the Hebrew people.
I say "mysterious," dear mother; for though I have now been six weeks
in Egypt, I have not yet found any of the Egyptians who can tell me
whence came this nation, now in bondage to the Pharaohs! Either those
whom I questioned were ignorant of their rise, or purposely refrained
from talking with a foreigner upon the subject.
You will remember that I once inquired of Remeses as to their origin
and present degradation, and he said he would at some other time reply
to my question. Since then I have had no opportunity of introducing
the subject again to him, other objects wholly absorbing our attention
when we met. Yet in the interim I was forced irresistibly to notice
these people and their hard tasks; for, though they were never seen in
the streets mingling with the citizens (save only in palaces, where
handsome Hebrew youths often serve as pages), yet where temples, and
granaries, and walls, and arsenals, and treasure-houses were being
erected, they were to be found in vast numbers. Old and young men,
women, and children, without distinction, were engaged in the plain
across which we moved.
"Pardon me, noble prince," I said; "permit me to linger a moment to
survey this novel scene."
Remeses drew up his horses, and from the chariot I cast my eyes over
the vast level which embraced half a square league.
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