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ABYDUS AND CAIRO. 445
banded in light and shade, is plain to see. So is the dome-
like summit of the great pyramid of Dahshur. Even the
brick ruin beside it which we took for a black rock as we
went up the river, and which looks like a black rock still,
is perfectly visible. Farthest of them all, showing pale
and sharp amid the palpitating blaze of noon, stands, like
an unfinished tower of Babel, the pyramid of Meydiim. It
is in this direction that our eyes turn oftenest—to the
measureless desert in its mystery of light and silence; to
the Nile where it gleams out again and again, till it melts
at last into that faint, far distance beyond which lie Thebes
and PhilaB and Abou Simbel.
banded in light and shade, is plain to see. So is the dome-
like summit of the great pyramid of Dahshur. Even the
brick ruin beside it which we took for a black rock as we
went up the river, and which looks like a black rock still,
is perfectly visible. Farthest of them all, showing pale
and sharp amid the palpitating blaze of noon, stands, like
an unfinished tower of Babel, the pyramid of Meydiim. It
is in this direction that our eyes turn oftenest—to the
measureless desert in its mystery of light and silence; to
the Nile where it gleams out again and again, till it melts
at last into that faint, far distance beyond which lie Thebes
and PhilaB and Abou Simbel.