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twitch restlessly and his beautiful eyes； so fine； so observant of
everything； say to me as plain as words：
〃She is a beauty； isn't she？〃
〃She is； indeed； my poor little donkey。 But think of this： fixed on
thy back as she is； thou hast this advantage over methou seest her
not！〃
But my reflection； though judicious enough； does not console him； and
his look answers me that he would be much prouder if he carried； like
so many of his comrades； a simple pack of sugarcanes。
CHAPTER XI
THE DOWNFALL OF THE NILE
Some thousands of years ago； at the beginning of our geological
period； when the continents had taken； in the last great upheaval；
almost the forms by which we now know them； and when the rivers began
to trace their hesitating courses； it happened that the rains of a
whole watershed of Africa were precipitated in one formidable torrent
across the uninhabitable region which stretches from the Atlantic to
the Indian Ocean； and is called the region of the deserts。 And this
enormous waterway； lost as it was in the sands； by…and…by regulated
its course： it became the Nile； and with untiring patience set itself
to the proper task of river； which in this accursed zone might well
have seemed an impossible one。 First it had to round all the blocks of
granite scattered in its way in the high plains of Nubia； and then；
and more especially； to deposit； little by little； successive layers
of mud； to form a living artery； to create； as it were； a long green
ribbon in the midst of this infinite domain of death。
How long ago is it since the work of the great river began？ There is
something fearful in the thought。 During the 5000 years of which we
have any knowledge the incessant deposit of mud has scarcely widened
this strip of inhabited Egypt； which at the most ancient period of
history was almost as it is to…day。 And as for the granite blocks on
the plains of Nubia； how many thousands of years did it need to roll
them and to polish them thus？ In the times of the Pharaohs they
already had their present rounded forms； worn smooth by the friction
of the water； and the hieroglyphic inscriptions on their surfaces are
not perceptibly effaced； though they have suffered the periodical
inundation of the summer for some forty or fifty centuries！
It was an exceptional country； this valley of the Nile； marvellous and
unique； fertile without rain； watered according to its need by the
great river； without the help of any cloud。 It knew not the dull days
and the humidity under which we suffer； but kept always the changeless
sky of the immense surrounding deserts； which exhaled no vapour that
might dim the horizon。 It was this eternal splendour of its light； no
doubt； and this easiness of life； which brought forth here the first
fruits of human thought。 This same Nile； after having so patiently
created the soil of Egypt； became also the father of that people；
which led the way for all otherslike those early branches that one
sees in spring； which shoot first from the stem； and sometimes die
before the summer。 It nursed that people； whose least vestiges we
discover to…day with surprise and wonder； a people who； in the very
dawn； in the midst of the original barbarity； conceived magnificently
the infinite and the divine； who placed with such certainty and
grandeur the first architectural lines； from which afterwards our
architecture was to be derived； who laid the bases of art； of science；
and of all knowledge。
Later on； when this beautiful flower of humanity was faded； the Nile；
flowing always in the midst of its deserts； seems to have had for
mission； during nearly two thousand years； the maintenance on its
banks of a kind of immobility and desuetude； which was in a way a
homage of respect for these stupendous relics。 While the sand was
burying the ruins of the temples and the battered faces of the
colossi； nothing changed under this sky of changeless blue。 The same
cultivation proceeded on the banks as in the oldest ages； the same
boats； with the same sails； went up and down the thread of water； the
same songs kept time to the eternal human toil。 The race of fellahs；
the unconscious guardian of a prodigious past； slept on without desire
of change； and almost without suffering。 And time passed for Egypt in
a great peace of sunlight and of death。
But to…day the foreigners are masters here； and have wakened the old
Nilewakened to enslave it。 In less than twenty years they have
disfigured its valley； which until then had preserved itself like a
sanctuary。 They have silenced its cataracts； captured its precious
water by dams； to pour it afar off on plains that are become like
marshes and already sully with their mists the crystal clearness of
the sky。 The ancient rigging no longer suffices to water the land
under cultivation。 Machines worked by steam； which draw the water more
quickly； commence to rise along the banks； side by side with new
factories。 Soon there will scarcely be a river more dishonoured than
this； by iron chimneys and thick； black smoke。 And it is happening
apace； this exploitation of the Nilehastily； greedily； as in a hunt
for spoils。 And thus all its beauty disappears； for its monotonous
course； through regions endless alike； won us only by its calm and its
old…world mystery。
Poor Nile of the prodigies！ One feels sometimes still its departing
charm； stray corners of it remain intact。 There are days of
transcendent clearness； incomparable evenings； when one may still
forget the ugliness and the smoke。 But the classic expedition by
dahabiya； the ascent of the river from Cairo to Nubia； will soon have
ceased to be worth making。
Ordinarily this voyage is made in the winter； so that the traveller
may follow the course of the sun as it makes its escape towards the
southern hemisphere。 The water then is low and the valley parched。
Leaving the cosmopolitan town of modern Cairo； the iron bridges； and
the pretentious hotels； with their flaunting inscriptions； it imparts
a sense of sudden peacefulness to pass along the large and rapid
waters of this river； between the curtains of palm…trees on the banks；
borne by a dahabiya where one is master and； if one likes； may be
alone。
At first； for a day or two； the great haunting triangles of the
pyramids seem to follow you； those of Dashur and that of Sakkarah
succeeding to those of Gizeh。 For a long time the horizon is disturbed
by their gigantic silhouettes。 As we recede from them； and they
disengage themselves better from neighbouring things； they seem； as
happens in the case of mountains； to grow higher。 And when they have
finally disappeared； we have still to ascend slowly and by stages some
six hundred miles of river before we reach the first cataract。 Our way
lies through monotonous desert regions where the hours and days are
marked chiefly by the variations of the wonderful light。 Except for
the phantasmagoria of the mornings and evenings； there is no
outstanding feature on these dull…coloured banks； where may be seen；
with never a change at all； the humble pastoral life of the fellahs。
The sun is burning； the starlit nights clear and cold。 A withering
wind； which blows almost without ceasing from the north； makes you
shiver as soon as the twilight falls。
One may travel for league after league along this slimy water and make
head for days and weeks against its currentwhich glides
everlastingly past the dahabiya； in little hurrying waveswithout
seeing this warm； fecundating river； compared with which our rivers of
France are mere negligible streams； either diminish or increase or
hasten。 And on the right and left of us as we pass are unfolded
indefinitely the two parallel chains of barren limestone； which
imprison so narrowly the Egypt of the harvests： on the west that of
the Libyan desert； which every morning the first rays of the sun tint
with a rosy coral that nothing seems to dull