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At length
we reached something of an eminence—the border of the Mokattam Hills—covered
with small, loose and chip-like stones, and our guides told us this was
the first. We had thought of standing or at last-prostrate trees, in a state
of Petrifaction; but scarcely a stone around us would measure a foot in
any direction. They were, however, certainly petrifactions of wood, and
as such, a curiosity, a few specimens of which we gathered from our examinations.
I made a very pleasant excursion with a friend to the ruins of Heliopolis,
or the City of On. We passed along by green fields of waving wheat and luxuriant
clover, with here and there fig trees, tamarisks, and acacias.
We found nothing of the Heliopolis but old curtain mounds and a few vestiges
of the once splendid Temple of the Seen.
The most conspicuous relic is a fine obelisk, standing in its original position,
probably at the entrance of the temple; and there it has stood near four
thousand years, being as is supposed the oldest of its kind in Egypt. It
often met the eye of Joseph, whose father-in-law was a priest of the temple.
Moses passed it as he went to his studies. Herodotus speaks of it, and Plato
meditated at its base. Lone monument of the nightly Past!
While in Cairo and vicinity, one is impressed with a feeling of deep interest
in being in the midst of localities with which is associated so much of
Bible history. Abraham and Sarah have been here. I have looked upon hill
and river, if not Pyramid, that their eyes once saw. I visited the spot
where tradition says the infant Moses was found by Pharaoh’s daughter
in the ark among the flags of the Nile. It was the margin of the beautiful
island of Rhodes, which furnished a charming site for a royal palace. Nearby
is the Nilometer, an ancient contrivance for marking the daily height and
rise of the water in the river. Over this land
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