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lay unbought around Cairo. And if he was buried here 

 he was disturbed long since to make room for his suc- 

 cessors. 



" My search was vain. I continued it persistently. 

 Through various persons in Cairo I attempted to institute 

 inquiries, but the answer was always the same. No one 

 remembered him, none of the old men had any recollec- 

 tion of his death, no books remain to speak of him, no 

 record was made, or if made, none was kept of that pe- 

 riod, and I believe I may consider it settled that the 

 grave of Ledyard will never be found until He finds it 

 who will lose no one in the awakening. 



" There was one other, and but one other, direction to 

 look for his resting-place, and that was, I believe, the 

 place where it is most probable that he lies. 



" Around the walls of Cairo roll the waves of desert 

 sand. When you pass out of the gates to the eastward, 

 the instant you leave the city you look back at the walls 

 and gates, and before and around you at the desert. 

 There are no suburbs. But on these hills of sand lie the 

 dead Moslems. Thousands and hundreds of thousands, 

 millions of men lie in this dust, awaiting the coming of 

 the angel. Here lie a hundred thousand men that heard 

 the war-cry of Richard Cceur cle Lion ; here lie a hun- 

 dred thousand men that saw the face of Louis the Saint ; 

 here lie hosts of those that fled before the arm of God- 

 frey. And from those days to this the dead of Cairo have 

 lain down in the dust around their city walls, calmly con- 

 fident that they will not oversleep the day when they shall 

 meet their prophet. 



" I stood on one of the hills and saw the sun set, and I 

 imagined for one instant the scene which would be pre- 

 sented to the eye if the covering could be thrown back 



