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cisely like those shown on the sculptured walls were constantly coming to light, and in one case we were shown what seemed to be a sort of narrow stone runway for the use of the ka, connecting the grave with the spot where it might find its food. It was a crooked groove of stone, hardly large enough for a kittenbut doubtless quite sufficient for a disembodied ka track!

We left Sakkâra in mid-afternoon, confident of returning later. The Nile steamers call here on their way up, and we were due to be soon afloat. Wherefore we departed with the less regret and took our devious ways back to Bedreschein — the ladies on donkeys as before and the Hakkim and I on foot. We had set out that day for exercise, and we got our fill before the day was done. It is no light matter to walk to and from Sakkâra, with several laborious miles of desert-tramping thrown in for good measure. To make matters worse, a sand-storm began to blow, and in attempting a short cut to town we missed our ladies — and two trains. A fortunate meeting with a friend who had a private launch was all that got us back to Cairo for dinner — tired, but happy.

What a ride it was, to be sure! It was my first experience with Nile navigation. The wind blew a hurricane, and the sand-storm soon turned into a terrific shower - for it can rain in Egypt, and when it does, it pours. We dodged several sandbars in the darkness with entire success and finally drew up safe and sound at the quay in front of the Semiramis. I could not have been more rejoiced to see the Capitol, or the State House on Beacon hill. The rain ceased as it had begun. The wind lulled itself to sleep. The Hakkim hailed an arabiyeh-and we jogged contentedly home under the deep gloom of the lebbakhs.

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