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Grey to show them the very beautiful face of one 

 of the large coloured basso-relievos on the wall. 

 Then we looked at the figures of Rameses re- 

 viewing the tale of hands cut off the victims of 

 war, very similar to the Assyrian sculptures where 

 heads are counted. Then the ride back to the 

 river. . . . 



' After visiting the " Leaning Pillar " by torch- 

 light, I bade farewell to the Prince and Princess 

 and to the rest of the party, for they start at day- 

 break to- morrow on the upward voyage to the Cata- 

 racts. You may imagine, amid the manifold con- 

 course of the royal party and all its attendants, the 

 pachas and Theban authorities, with sundry ex- 

 traneous visitors, the difficulty of recovering in 

 so extensive a wilderness your own particular 

 donkey. I held up my stick more in fun than 

 expectation of any result, when from behind 

 the gloom of a mighty pillar glided forth that 

 marvellous donkey-boy and his beast (the " good 

 donkey"). He had never lost sight of me. . . . 

 At the Palm Avenue I dismounted, and made 

 my donkey- boy happy with well-merited " back- 

 sheesh." ' 



Returning to Siout, Owen ' landed there, and 

 Fowler, with me as assistant measurer, went off 

 to inspect the neighbouring canal wall.' The 

 journey home had now begun, Brindisi, Mont 

 Cenis, and Milan being visited on the way. ' At 

 Paris,' says Owen, ' I occupied my seat at the 



