To the east the illimitable desert stretched far away, and I could
trace the brown line of road along which the caravans travel between
the Nile cities and the port of Suez, on the sea of Ezion-Geber, in
order to unlade there for ships from Farther Ind that are awaiting
them.
Almost beneath the crumbling tower, on which I stood taking in this
wide view of a part of the populous valley of the Nile, wound a broad
path, well trodden by thousands of naked feet. It was now crowded with
Hebrew slaves, some going to the city with burdens of brick slung at
the extremities of wooden yokes laid across the shoulder, or borne
upon their heads, and others returning to the plain after having
deposited their burdens. It was a broad path of tears and sighs, and
no loitering step was permitted by the overseers; for even if one
would stop to quench his thirst at the fountain, he was beaten
forward, and the blows accompanied with execrations. Alas, mother,
this cruel bondage of the Hebrews is the only dark spot which I have
seen in Egypt,--the only shadow of evil upon the brilliant reign of
Queen Amense!
I took one more survey of the wide landscape, which embraces the
abodes of one million of souls; for in the valley of Egypt are
fourteen thousand villages, towns and cities, and a population of
nearly seven millions. Yet the valley of the Nile is a belt of verdure
only a few miles wide, bounded by the Libyan and Arabian hills. Every
foot of soil seems occupied, and every acre teems with population. In
the streets, in the gardens, in the public squares, in temples, and
courts of palaces, in the field, or on the river, one can never be
alone, for he sees human beings all about him, thronging every place,
and engaged either in business or pleasure, or the enjoyment of the
luxury of idleness in the shade of a column or a tree.
Descending the tower, and seeing the prince still engaged with his
builders, pointing to the unfinished towers of Raamses, and the site
of the new palace he proposed erecting near by, I went down the steps
to the fountain, to quaff its cool waters. Here I beheld an old and
majestic-looking man bending over a youth, a wound in whose temple he
was bathing tenderly with water from the well. I perceived at a
glance, by the aquiline nose and lash-shaded dark, bright eye, that
they were Hebrews.
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