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THE' RAMESSEÜM.
of the wine-jars entire—their corks
undrawn, sealed with the king's sea!,
and the name and date of the vintage
rudely written on the outside. But,
unfortunately, they were all hollow
mockeries. In the 3,300 years the
liquor had all been "absorbed." I
was fortunate enough to be at the
place when the stele and the wine-
jars were discovered. Dr. Pétrie
and his assistants were living in
the emptied wine cellars. They
were cool apartments, being built
with thick walls arched with sun-
dried bricks. One was the dining-
room of the exploring party ; an-
other vault was the gentlemen's
room, and two pleasant wine cellars
were reserved for the ladies. But
on windy days the ladies' apartments (open at both ends) were rather draughty,
so I employed myself in looking about {for the ladies' comfort) for a comfort-
able rock-hewn tomb with several apartments. Dr. Pétrie has often said that
there is no more healthful and delightful dwelling (for the living) than an
Egyptian rock-hewn tomb ! When he was engaged on the survey of the
pyramids he lived in "a dry, comfortable tomb" for several months.
The pylons of the Ramesseum have been overthrown by the water of the
Nile in flood, which rises some 20 feet higher than in ancient days. They are
now heaps of ruins. Inside this temple stood the great granite colossus of
Ramses II., which was 70 feet high. It must have been shattered by lightning,
and is now a heap of broken blocks (page 164).
We now took the road to the right leading past the temple of Seti, where this
good man was worshipped by pilgrims to his tomb in the cliffs above the Tombs
of the Kings. Here is a poor Arab village, where there is a good well of icy-
cold water. Several little girls followed us, each with her small jar of water on her
head. The climb up the ravine that led to the royal tombs is steep and stony,
and no water is obtainable by the way. So we each engaged a little maiden to
attend to our wants. They were sweet children,'good-looking, and one named
Amina was a little beauty. They all ran after the donkeys, prattling their
English words with innocent familiarity and amusing terms of affection for their
of the wine-jars entire—their corks
undrawn, sealed with the king's sea!,
and the name and date of the vintage
rudely written on the outside. But,
unfortunately, they were all hollow
mockeries. In the 3,300 years the
liquor had all been "absorbed." I
was fortunate enough to be at the
place when the stele and the wine-
jars were discovered. Dr. Pétrie
and his assistants were living in
the emptied wine cellars. They
were cool apartments, being built
with thick walls arched with sun-
dried bricks. One was the dining-
room of the exploring party ; an-
other vault was the gentlemen's
room, and two pleasant wine cellars
were reserved for the ladies. But
on windy days the ladies' apartments (open at both ends) were rather draughty,
so I employed myself in looking about {for the ladies' comfort) for a comfort-
able rock-hewn tomb with several apartments. Dr. Pétrie has often said that
there is no more healthful and delightful dwelling (for the living) than an
Egyptian rock-hewn tomb ! When he was engaged on the survey of the
pyramids he lived in "a dry, comfortable tomb" for several months.
The pylons of the Ramesseum have been overthrown by the water of the
Nile in flood, which rises some 20 feet higher than in ancient days. They are
now heaps of ruins. Inside this temple stood the great granite colossus of
Ramses II., which was 70 feet high. It must have been shattered by lightning,
and is now a heap of broken blocks (page 164).
We now took the road to the right leading past the temple of Seti, where this
good man was worshipped by pilgrims to his tomb in the cliffs above the Tombs
of the Kings. Here is a poor Arab village, where there is a good well of icy-
cold water. Several little girls followed us, each with her small jar of water on her
head. The climb up the ravine that led to the royal tombs is steep and stony,
and no water is obtainable by the way. So we each engaged a little maiden to
attend to our wants. They were sweet children,'good-looking, and one named
Amina was a little beauty. They all ran after the donkeys, prattling their
English words with innocent familiarity and amusing terms of affection for their