CHAPTER III

THE BOYS CLIMB THE PYRAMIDS

"UNCLE Ben, I am going to ride the Pasha out to the Pyramids,"

announced George, as they were talking over their plans for a trip to

the great Pyramids of Gizeh. They had just come in from a ride, and

Nabul and Abdal were anxiously waiting, fearful lest the tall Effendi

would say, "Well, boys, we won't need you to-morrow."

"Do you really mean to say that when you can either drive in a

comfortable automobile or carriage, or ride on a street-car out to the

Pyramids, that you prefer donkey back?" asked his uncle.

"Indeed I do, Uncle Ben, it's lots more fun," said George, "besides we

can ride in automobiles and street-cars when we are home."

George was now quite used to riding donkey-back, though didn't he feel

tired and bumped about the first day or two! But now he could ride as

well as the little Egyptian boys, and Nabul had taught him how to guide

the donkey by taps with his heels; as for Teddy Pasha, he obeyed George

almost as well as he did his little master.

"And Nabul, how will he get out there, run all the way? It's some

distance, you know," said Mr. Winthrop, smiling at the boys.

"No, no!" broke in Nabul eagerly, "I ride behind the young Effendi;

Teddy Pasha, he is strong."

"Yes, uncle, you know how strong these little donkeys are; they don't

mind one bit carrying two persons. When Nabul gets tired of walking he

can easily ride behind with me, can't you, Nabul?" chimed in George.

Nabul nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes."

"Well, if you boys and Teddy Pasha don't mind, it's all right," laughed

Uncle Ben, "but if you don't object, I am going to drive, so, Abdal,

I will not want you to-day, but there is a gentleman in the hotel who

wants a donkey boy, and I have told him to take you," continued Mr.

Winthrop.

The boys all pulled long faces, especially Abdal, who knew he was going

to miss a good time, for they intended to take their lunch and stay the

day.

"It is just as well if neither of them went," muttered Mustapha, "there

is sure to be trouble with the boys out there."

George started to ask why, but before he had a chance Mustapha carried

the boys off to make arrangements for the morrow.

Little Nabul was at his usual place bright and early the next morning,

all ready for their trip to the great Pyramids. He had a broad grin on

his face as he peered through the railings and "salaamed" or bowed to

Mr. Winthrop and George, who were finishing their breakfast at one of

the little tables on the terrace.

The Pasha, too, looked around and wriggled his ears knowingly.

"He smells sugar, the rascal," exclaimed George, who had got in

the habit of giving him sugar, and so, filling his pocket from the

sugar-bowl, he came down into the street and began feeding it to the

donkey.

Mustapha now came up with a small open carriage, and they got off at

once, leaving Abdal looking very blue.

Uncle Ben was in the carriage and Mustapha on the seat beside the

driver, while George on Teddy Pasha trotted along, guided by Nabul on

foot as usual.

Soon they were crossing the bridge across the Nile which has two great

stone lions at either end, and then out on to a long, straight avenue

shaded by big trees, which leads straight as an arrow from the city of

Cairo out to the Pyramids.

There were many people coming and going along the great avenue. The

country folks were bringing their produce into the city to sell, and

much of it was carried on the backs of donkeys. There were great

lumbering carts drawn by oxen, and long lines of camels, laden with

such big loads piled on their backs that they looked like moving

mountains.

Up to the very gates of Cairo come the great gardens and farms which

grow bountiful supplies of vegetables and fruits, and there are even

great wheat-fields watered by the flowing Nile and tilled by the

fellaheen, or labourers, after the same manner that the natives of

Arabia, across the Red Sea, worked in Bible times.

Egypt is a great and progressive and very wealthy country, but the

country folk have not all been taught as yet how to get the best

results from their labour. They are learning rapidly, however, and

they see things in the city, when they bring their produce to market,

which please their fancies, and now in many an Egyptian farmhouse built

of sun-baked mud, and even in the tents of the Bedouin Arabs of the

desert, one often sees those common nickel alarm clocks, oil lamps, and

even little hand sewing-machines.

Amidst all this throng of country people going citywards our friends

made but slow progress. Often the little donkeys from the country would

pass, carrying two and sometimes three big men on their backs.

"See what great loads these country donkeys have to carry," said Nabul

to his donkey. "Thou shouldst be willing to carry me for a while," and

so saying Nabul jumped up on Teddy Pasha's broad back behind the little

American.

Teddy Pasha turned his head around with an inquiring look as much as to

say, "Oh, yes, I can see you," and then drooped his ears, then stood

stock-still. Not a foot would he budge.

"Go on, lazy one, is this the way that thou wilt disgrace me?" cried

Nabul, beating his heels against the Pasha. "No one will again believe

me when I praise thee! Oh, thou ungrateful beast!" he continued,

half-crying with vexation. By this time the carriage was far ahead and

some little children wading in a pool by the wayside began to jeer at

them.

George remembered the sugar in his pocket and tried to coax the Pasha

with some of it. The Pasha ate it gratefully, but that was all he would

do.

At this moment the boys heard some one laugh behind them, and the

jingle of donkey bells, and who should go dashing past them but Abdal

on his donkey, Bobs!

The minute Pasha saw it was Bobs passing him he got on his mettle and

away he went after him. Meantime the carriage had halted, and when the

boys came up, Uncle Ben was looking anxiously around and Mustapha was

ready to scold.

"Why dost thou linger?" he demanded of Nabul, "and Abdal, why art

thou not in the city earning money instead of galloping all over the

country?"

"I knew well that when the Effendi reaches the great Pyramids he will

want to ride out to see the wonderful Sphinx, and I knew, too, he

would not want to ride one of those miserable little donkeys that one

finds there, so, behold, I am here at his service," and Abdal, quite

unabashed, smiled so sweetly at Mr. Winthrop, that the gentleman did

not have the heart to scold him for deserting his friend at the hotel.

"Thou wilt have to fight, then, with the donkey boys at the Pyramids;

they will call thee a meddler, and perhaps beat thee," called out

Mustapha ungraciously as the little procession started on again.

"Pouf," said Nabul, "they are only Bedouins." The little boys who live

in Cairo have a great contempt for the Bedouins, the people who live in

the desert.

"Why should they object to our riding your donkeys?" asked George, full

of curiosity.

Nabul explained in his broken English that there was a tribe of

Bedouins who lived near the Pyramids, who thought that they only had

the right to act as guides to the visitors who come to see these great

monuments. This was because the men of their tribe had been doing this

for years and years; and it was thus that they resented any one coming

in and interfering with their ancient privileges.

"I call that real selfish, don't you, Uncle Ben?" exclaimed George.

"But they shall not fight me and Abdal, we are your donkey boys; you

ride our donkeys in the great city, and you shall ride our donkeys at

the Pyramids; it is the same thing; they shall not run us away," said

little Nabul stoutly.

"We won't let them," declared George, and he doubled up his fists,

"we'll fight first."

"Behold the great Pyramids!" called out Mustapha, pointing between the

trees. Sure enough, there stood the three Pyramids, that every child

knows so well from the pictures, rising one behind the other.

"They look very small," said George disappointedly.

"But they are big, very big, wait and you will see," said Nabul. This

was quite true. As they rode nearer, the Pyramids seemed to grow bigger

and bigger. Now as they had come to the end of the avenue the carriage

stopped, for only the sandy desert lay beyond.

Abdal had Bobs ready and Uncle Ben mounted, and away they went up a

sloping hill toward the largest of the three Pyramids. All around the

base of this Pyramid were gathered a crowd of Egyptians, men and boys,

leading camels and donkeys. As soon as they caught sight of the little

party, this howling crowd came rushing to meet them. A number of them

gathered around Uncle Ben and George, catching hold of them; shouting

in their own language and in broken English, "Take me for guide! Take

me for guide!" Such a din as they kept up was never heard anywhere else.

George did not know whether to laugh or to feel frightened when two big

fellows tried to pull him off his donkey, but he held on to Teddy Pasha

for dear life, and the Pasha helped him fend off the fellows by backing

his ears and kicking out with his heels.

Meanwhile Nabul and Abdal were brandishing their sticks in the faces of

the Bedouins and calling them all kinds of names, all the while holding

on tightly to the bridles of their own donkeys. Big, fat Mustapha

forgot all about his dignity and went at the fellows, trying to push

them away and shouting at the top of his voice. In the midst of the

fuss Nabul cried out: "O Sheik, O Sheik, decide for us!" At the same

time he rushed up to a tall man with a long gray beard and flowing

white garments, who strode up, giving the crowd of Bedouins a whack

first to one side and then to the other with a high staff which he

carried in his hand.

"Oh, thou ruffians, wilt thou drive the strangers away with thy

violence?" demanded the old man, looking sternly around him, while

Mustapha explained things to him.

"The Sheik will make them behave now," said Abdal.

"How can he?" asked George, glad to be free of the two Bedouins who had

been pestering him.

"It is the Sheik of the Pyramids, the chief of the tribe, they must

obey him," answered Nabul.

"Who gave them the right to guard the Pyramids? Why can't anybody walk

around here alone if he wants to?" persisted the American boy.

"I know not, it has always been so," said Nabul with a shrug of his

shoulders.

"Ah! And they pay many pieces of gold as a tax for the right," chimed

in Abdal, looking wise.

"They rob the travellers of money, too, the thieves!" returned Nabul,

glowering at a bunch of donkey boys who were poking all manner of fun

at the little boys from the city, though they did not dare to attack

them while the Sheik was around.

Mustapha had evidently arranged matters with the Sheik, and came back

with four of the Bedouins whom he said would take Mr. Winthrop and

George up to the top of the great Pyramid.

"Dear me, I certainly don't need two big men to help me climb up

there," exclaimed George. "Why, it must be as easy as can be to climb

from one of those steps to another, Uncle Ben."

"It's probably harder work than it looks, just try it," answered his

uncle.

Mustapha was going to sit in the shade and have a friendly smoke with

the Sheik, and rest after his exertions, but he very graciously told

Nabul and Abdal that, if they wanted to, they could leave their donkeys

in his charge and climb up with the "young Effendi."

Nothing loath, the little Egyptians began to scramble up the side of

the great Pyramid, calling to George to follow, that they knew the way.

The Pyramids are so built that the stones form great steps from the

bottom to the top. To George's great surprise when he got to the first

of these steps, which looked so small from the ground, he found it was

as high as he was. The little Egyptian boys quickly hoisted themselves

up, and nothing daunted, George followed as best he could; but after

two or three of these high steps, he was glad enough to have his two

guides take hold of his arms--one on either side--and lift him easily

from one big step to the other. George was so out of breath that he

could not say a word, but only watch Nabul and Abdal away ahead of him,

climbing up the great stone blocks like gazelles. The ascent seemed

to take a long time to George, but it was really only a few minutes

before the two Bedouins lifted him over the last step. Close behind him

came his uncle, panting between his two guides, and the little party

now found themselves on a sort of platform at the tip-top of the great

Pyramid.

How much could be seen from their lofty perch! And how eager were the

little Egyptians to point out everything to the strangers!

There were the other two Pyramids, much smaller than the one they

stood on, which is called the Pyramid of Cheops. On one side stretched

the great yellow desert of sand and rocks; on the other were green

fields and groups of little Arab villages and palm-trees. That silver

ribbon running through the green fields, way off yonder, was the great

waterway of the Nile, and there beside it was the big white city of

Cairo. They laughed as they looked down on the guides and donkey boys

far below, for they looked like little toy figures.

"The Pyramids were built for tombs, weren't they, Uncle Ben?" asked

George, as they rested and sipped tiny cups of coffee, which they

bought from a man dressed in a yellow gown and green turban who sat

beside a small brazier of charcoal making coffee to sell to the

visitors.

"Yes, by those old Kings of Egypt--the Pharaohs. The stones of which

they are built were brought from great distances and put into place by

regular armies of men who worked many long years. Even to-day there is

more or less mystery surrounding them, and strangers from all over the

world never cease to wonder and marvel at these curious monuments."

After resting awhile, our party climbed down again, which was almost as

hard work as getting up. At the bottom the donkey boys of the Pyramids

were waiting for them again, and only the Sheik's stern eye kept them

in good order.

"You see that door there," said Nabul, pointing to an opening in the

base of the Pyramid; "you can go inside if you like. It is said that

the great kings of olden times were buried in there. That is the door

to the tombs; and there is a great room inside with pictures painted

on the walls, but oh, it is dark, I like it not," said little Nabul,

shaking his head.

George did not think he would like it, either, and wanted to know where

the Sphinx was. So all mounted the donkeys again and trotted through

the sand to see the Sphinx, followed by the disappointed Bedouin donkey

boys who finally one by one trailed off and left them in peace.

"I thought the Sphinx was right beside the Pyramids. I don't see it

now," said George.

"It is there, the great Sphinx, see!" said Nabul, as they turned around

a hillock of sand. Sure enough there was the big stone head sticking up

out of the sand. Nabul and Abdal brought the donkeys to a standstill in

front of it, and the boys stood on the edge of a great pit staring at

the strange figure which has the head of a human being and the body of

a lion, and which was carved out of the rock so long ago that no one

now knows its history.

"Look, the Sphinx smiles, she always smiles like that," whispered Nabul

(he called it "Spinkie" in a funny little way). "I think sometimes I

can see her mouth move." It is quite true that the stone lips do seem

to smile.

"Let's climb up and whisper something in its ear," said George. The

boys ran down the sloping sides of the great pit in which sat the

Sphinx, but to George's amazement he found that he could not even

climb up to one of the great paws, much less the head which towered

high above them.

By this time they all decided that they were very hungry, and that it

would be a fine idea to have a picnic between the paws of the great

Sphinx. So Mustapha opened the lunch basket which he had brought, and

the little party seated themselves in the shade of the strange stone

face, and spread out the contents of the palm-leaf basket on a big flat

stone. Nabul and Abdal had their lunch stowed away somewhere in their

garments, and they were eager that George should taste their favourite

dish of fried peppers that--ugh!--made his mouth smart, though he liked

their sweet honey cakes. But not for anything would the little Egyptian

boys eat any of the nice cold ham which was a part of his lunch, for no

little Mohammedan child, or grown person either, would touch pork in

any shape or form. It was against their religion.

[Illustration: AT THE PYRAMIDS.]

Then they discovered that they were very thirsty, and Abdal ran off to

find something cool to drink, and came back with one of the vendors of

lemonade who hang around the Pyramids selling their cool drinks. The

_sherbutli_, as Abdal called him, wore a bright red apron and carried

little blue china cups on a brass tray. These he filled with lemonade

from the big glass bottle which was slung over his shoulder, and the

children thought nothing ever tasted nicer.

They rested for awhile and amused themselves watching the people who

came riding up on camels or donkeys to see the Sphinx. Finally Mustapha

said it was time to go back to the city, and though George stoutly

declared he wasn't a bit tired he was not really sorry when Uncle Ben

said that he had better drive back in the carriage with him, and Teddy

Pasha and Bobs were probably glad, too, when they turned into their

stables that night.

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