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THE CRESCENT AND THE CROSS. [chap, xxx
were very hospitably received by its superintendent, Mr. Trail,
who escorted us over Ibrahim Pasha's extensive gardens : these
are watered by innumerable little canals, filled from the river by
the perpetual labor of sixty buffaloes at the water-wheels. There
are some fine orange and pomegranate groves here; English art
has done its utmost to imitate a European garden, but in vain.
The following day I left Cairo without regret, except in being
obliged to part from my fellow-traveller, who returned to Europe,
while my path lay eastward still. I have hitherto abstained, as
much as possible, from introducing him in these pages, feeling
that I had no right to involve his name in my adventures. Neither
is this a fit place to pronounce his eulogy; but a tribute to in-
tellect, courage, kindness, and considerateness, can never be
misplaced ; and such I offer to the memory of our (to me, at
least) most pleasant companionship.
It was late at night when we parted at the gates of Cairo, and
I rode on alone to Boulac, where my boat awaited me. I had
here another farewell to take; and, as we lingered under the
trellised vines, talking over a past that then appeared so full,
and a future that seemed then so blank, the night wore on; and,
though the breeze blew fair, and the stream, like myself, was
hurrying to the sea, I could still discern the summit of the Great
Pyramid towering above the desert, when daylight came.
were very hospitably received by its superintendent, Mr. Trail,
who escorted us over Ibrahim Pasha's extensive gardens : these
are watered by innumerable little canals, filled from the river by
the perpetual labor of sixty buffaloes at the water-wheels. There
are some fine orange and pomegranate groves here; English art
has done its utmost to imitate a European garden, but in vain.
The following day I left Cairo without regret, except in being
obliged to part from my fellow-traveller, who returned to Europe,
while my path lay eastward still. I have hitherto abstained, as
much as possible, from introducing him in these pages, feeling
that I had no right to involve his name in my adventures. Neither
is this a fit place to pronounce his eulogy; but a tribute to in-
tellect, courage, kindness, and considerateness, can never be
misplaced ; and such I offer to the memory of our (to me, at
least) most pleasant companionship.
It was late at night when we parted at the gates of Cairo, and
I rode on alone to Boulac, where my boat awaited me. I had
here another farewell to take; and, as we lingered under the
trellised vines, talking over a past that then appeared so full,
and a future that seemed then so blank, the night wore on; and,
though the breeze blew fair, and the stream, like myself, was
hurrying to the sea, I could still discern the summit of the Great
Pyramid towering above the desert, when daylight came.