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RAS ATAKAH.
is the same as our " nase " or " naze." This bold promontory, south of Suez, running out from Jebel Atakah, on the western shore of the
Red Sea, comes into every view of Suez.
SINAI.
^UEZ itself has no history, but it occupies one of the finest sites in the world. Up to it—
^-^ not as an affair of yesterday, but always—must have come the sea-borne commerce
and the enterprise of Asia, seeking fresh outlets. As to-day there is a tide of people passing
by it on the way to India, China, and the newest countries of the newest continent,
Australasia, so we may with reason suppose that the primitive peoples of the world sailed
up the Red Sea in their rude ships, ever lured on with the idea that there must be some
" happy islands " or some " land of the gods " beyond those glowing waters. To such the
golden sands of Suez presented the first impassable barrier, and in the still air might
the thoughts have had birth—
" Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore
Than labour in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar ;
Oh rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more ! "
There are no ancient buildings and certainly no modern buildings worth looking at in
Suez. The Canal, the big ships, and all that pertain to them, these are the only things that
one would care to see, and, perhaps, to watch the bustling ease with which the mails are
is the same as our " nase " or " naze." This bold promontory, south of Suez, running out from Jebel Atakah, on the western shore of the
Red Sea, comes into every view of Suez.
SINAI.
^UEZ itself has no history, but it occupies one of the finest sites in the world. Up to it—
^-^ not as an affair of yesterday, but always—must have come the sea-borne commerce
and the enterprise of Asia, seeking fresh outlets. As to-day there is a tide of people passing
by it on the way to India, China, and the newest countries of the newest continent,
Australasia, so we may with reason suppose that the primitive peoples of the world sailed
up the Red Sea in their rude ships, ever lured on with the idea that there must be some
" happy islands " or some " land of the gods " beyond those glowing waters. To such the
golden sands of Suez presented the first impassable barrier, and in the still air might
the thoughts have had birth—
" Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore
Than labour in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar ;
Oh rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more ! "
There are no ancient buildings and certainly no modern buildings worth looking at in
Suez. The Canal, the big ships, and all that pertain to them, these are the only things that
one would care to see, and, perhaps, to watch the bustling ease with which the mails are