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PROFESSOR OWEN 
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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 farew'ell 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 
exj^ectation 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 hajjpy 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 
