TO THE PYRAMIDS. 11

the Pyramids at the end of it. The air is so clear

that the Pyramids seem not a mile off, yet you

walk, and walk, and walk, and seem to get no nearer.

ROAD TO THE PYRAMIDS.

At last we got there, and proceeded to pitch our

camp of Indian mountain service tents. The sand

was loose and deep the pegs would not hold ; puff

came a little wind, up went the pegs, and over went

the tent. The only way was to scrape away a hole

bury the pegs in that, and stamp down the sand if

possible. Flies in myriads, hot sun, baggage to haul

over this infernal sand up to the axle-trees. No

matter ; we shook down quickly, and dinner restored