Chapter IV.

I now came in full sight of the building. Yes, it had been made by

hands, and hollowed partly out of a great rock. I should have supposed

it at the first glance to have been of the earliest form of Egyptian

architecture. It was fronted by huge columns, tapering upward from

massive plinths, and with capitals that, as I came nearer, I perceived

to be more ornamental and more fantastically graceful that Egyptian

architecture allows. As the Corinthian capital mimics the leaf of the

acanthus, so the capitals of these columns imitated the foliage of the

vegetation neighbouring them, some aloe-like, some fern-like. And now

there came out of this building a form--human;--was it human? It stood

on the broad way and looked around, beheld me and approached. It

came within a few yards of me, and at the sight and presence of it an

indescribable awe and tremor seized me, rooting my feet to the ground.

It reminded me of symbolical images of Genius or Demon that are seen on

Etruscan vases or limned on the walls of Eastern sepulchres--images that

borrow the outlines of man, and are yet of another race. It was tall,

not gigantic, but tall as the tallest man below the height of giants.

Its chief covering seemed to me to be composed of large wings folded

over its breast and reaching to its knees; the rest of its attire was

composed of an under tunic and leggings of some thin fibrous material.

It wore on its head a kind of tiara that shone with jewels, and carried

in its right hand a slender staff of bright metal like polished steel.

But the face! it was that which inspired my awe and my terror. It was

the face of man, but yet of a type of man distinct from our known extant

races. The nearest approach to it in outline and expression is the

face of the sculptured sphinx--so regular in its calm, intellectual,

mysterious beauty. Its colour was peculiar, more like that of the red

man than any other variety of our species, and yet different from it--a

richer and a softer hue, with large black eyes, deep and brilliant, and

brows arched as a semicircle. The face was beardless; but a nameless

something in the aspect, tranquil though the expression, and beauteous

though the features, roused that instinct of danger which the sight of

a tiger or serpent arouses. I felt that this manlike image was endowed

with forces inimical to man. As it drew near, a cold shudder came over

me. I fell on my knees and covered my face with my hands.

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