summer park

.The ●dragomans



fered to pay for th▓e privilege of embarking in the company boat.Th▓ere was nothing else to do, much as I rebell▓ed against the recrimination, but to be ferried▓ over with the donkeys. I ▓departed, next day, by the narr▓ow-gauge railway to Assuan, a

nd rea●ched that wate



ring place of the f●irst cataract in time to grace the af●ternoon concert.Pietro’s retreat is ●the last of the chain.Nearly six hund●red miles, now, from the headquarters ▓of die Kunde, I was reduced again t●o a native inn and the companionship of▓ a

half-barbaric horde.I



t was no such palace as▓ housed my fellow-countrymen on Elephantine▓ Island; but the bedroom on the roof was air▓y, and the bawling of a muezzin in the mina▓ret above summoned forth no other faranchee to● witness the gorgeous birth of a▓ new day. So

me miles beyond Assua?/p>



駈 lay the new barrage, where work was▓ plentiful.Just how far, I could not k▓now; still less that it was connected● with the village by rail.Fro▓m morning until high noon, I clawed my way● along the ragged cliffs overh●anging the impoverished cataract

, ere I● came in sigh


t of the vast barrier that has ▓robbed it of its waters.Amon●g the rocks of what was once th▓e bed of the Nile, sat a dozen wooden shanties▓.From the largest, housing the superi●ntendent, came sounds of revelry out of all▓ keeping with the gigantic tas●k at hand.It transpire

d, however, that▓ this was no ordinary dinner-▓hour festival.I had arrived, as so often before▓, mal à propos. “Work” gu▓rgled the superintendent, ha●nding back my papers, “The bloody w●ork is off the slate, Yank.

” ▓ Was it the Egyptia