Some details of this inspired chronology were wholly new to the Sphinx. It was interesting, for example, to hear that there had been three million of those people, and that before they started there had been a time when the Nile had been turned to blood--twice, in fact: once by the grace of God and once by magicians. The Sphinx did not remember a time when the Nile had turned to blood. In the five thousand years and more of its existence it had never heard of a magician who could produce that result. It was interesting, too, to learn that the Red Sea had opened a way for those people to cross, and that the hosts of Egypt, trying to follow them, had been swallowed up and drowned. This was wholly new. The Sphinx had been there and seen all that had happened, but she had somehow missed those things. Not that the Sphinx was surprised at these embroideries. She had seen several mythologies created, and knew the general scale of enlargement and glorification. It was only when she saw strong, cultured, and enlightened nations still accepting the old Hebrew poem--with all its stately figures and exaggerations--as gospel; heard them actually trying to prove that a multitude as big as the census of Australia had marched out with its chattels and its flocks; heard them vow that the Red Sea had parted long enough to let this population pass through; heard them maintain that this vast assembly had found shade and refreshment on the other side by twelve wells of water and under seventy palm-trees: heard them tell how the sea behind them had suddenly rushed together and swallowed up all the Egyptian army (including the king himself, some said)--it was only when the Sphinx heard learned men argue these things as facts that a smile--scarcely perceptible, yet still a smile--began to grow behind the stone lips. That is the smile we saw to-night--a quiet smile, a gracious smile, a compassionate smile--and as it has grown so slowly, so it will not soon depart. For by-and-by, when these ages have passed, and with them their story and their gospels--when those old chronicles of the Jews have been relegated to the realm of mythology for a thousand years--there may come another band who will establish their traditions as God's holy word, and the Sphinx--still remaining, still observing, still looking across the encompassing sands to the sunrise--will smile, and dream old dreams. XXXVIII WAYS THAT ARE EGYPTIAN