![Three Years in the Libyan Desert, Travels, Discoveries and Excavations of the Menas Expedition [Kaufmann Expedition]](/jacket/500x500/9781230303598.jpg)
Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1913 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER III THIRTY DAYS IN THE LIBYAN DESERT Departure of the caravan--Encampment at Haschm-el-Aisch-- Visitors to the camp: Amadeus Haydn, the negro Emperor's grandson--I take my cousin for a hostile Beduin--Over the desert tableland to Wadi Moghara--A forced ride by night: twenty-two hours in the saddle--The petrified forest and the pass of" Bab-Frankenfurt "--Sandstorm at Wadi Moghara-- Bathing and hunting at the Salt Lake--The negro grievance deputation--To Kasr el-Gettajeh--Flight of the Beduin, Abu SeT. At last the morning of our departure approached. All details had been arranged with the Mamur Markaz, the police-officer of the district of Mariut, situated west of Alexandria. Mahmud Effendi Sidky--for he was a namesake and cousin of the Governor of Alexandria--had procured Beduins and camels for us, settled the price, and dispatched the baggage and the rest of the military tents to the last station of the Khedivial railway, then under construction, which runs through the coast district of the desert west from Alexandria. When we left the carriage we were surrounded by a motley crew of Auladali Beduins, who looked with curiosity at men and baggage, and when the Mamur appeared, kissed his hand. Five camels lay ready, and our suite was to be sought among a group of Beduins taking leave of one another. A few days before our departure, Schiess Pasha had placed one of his officials at our disposal to accompany and assist the caravan. He was an amiable young man, whose heart, like ours, beat high with the anticipation of events. The Mamur Markaz soon put a stop to the endless farewells of our future suite, the members of which had not paid the slightest attention to the arrival of their masters. Meanwhile Monsignor Kaufmann and I sat...
