An Unprotected Female at the Pyramids | Page 4

becoming rather tired; "but I'm sure he's a very honest man in
trying to protect us from being robbed."
"That he is," said Miss Dawkins. "What a delightful trait of national
character it is to see these men so faithful to their employers." And then
at last they got over the ferry, Mr. Ingram having descended among the
combatants, and settled the matter in dispute by threats and shouts, and
an uplifted stick.
They crossed the broad Nile exactly at the spot where the nilometer, or
river guage, measures from day to day, and from year to year, the
increasing or decreasing treasures of the stream, and landed at a village
where thousands of eggs are made into chickens by the process of
artificial incubation.
Mrs. Damer thought that it was very hard upon the maternal hens--the
hens which should have been maternal--that they should be thus robbed
of the delights of motherhood.
"So unnatural, you know," said Miss Dawkins; "so opposed to the

fostering principles of creation. Don't you think so, Mr. Ingram?"
Mr. Ingram said he didn't know. He was again seating Miss Damer on
her donkey, and it must be presumed that he performed this feat
clumsily; for Fanny Damer could jump on and off the animal with
hardly a finger to help her, when her brother or her father was her
escort; but now, under the hands of Mr. Ingram, this work of mounting
was one which required considerable time and care. All which Miss
Dawkins observed with precision.
"It's all very well talking," said Mr. Damer, bringing up his donkey
nearly alongside that of Mr. Ingram, and ignoring his daughter's
presence, just as he would have done that of his dog; "but you must
admit that political power is more equally distributed in England than it
is in America."
"Perhaps it is," said Mr. Ingram; "equally distributed among, we will
say, three dozen families," and he made a feint as though to hold in his
impetuous donkey, using the spur, however, at the same time on the
side that was unseen by Mr. Damer. As he did so, Fanny's donkey
became equally impetuous, and the two cantered on in advance of the
whole party. It was quite in vain that Mr. Damer, at the top of his voice,
shouted out something about "three dozen corruptible demagogues."
Mr. Ingram found it quite impossible to restrain his donkey so as to
listen to the sarcasm.
"I do believe papa would talk politics," said Fanny, "if he were at the
top of Mont Blanc, or under the Falls of Niagara. I do hate politics, Mr.
Ingram."
"I am sorry for that, very," said Mr. Ingram, almost sadly.
"Sorry, why? You don't want me to talk politics, do you?"
"In America we are all politicians, more or less; and, therefore, I
suppose you will hate us all."
"Well, I rather think I should," said Fanny; "you would be such bores."

But there was something in her eye, as she spoke, which atoned for the
harshness of her words.
"A very nice young man is Mr. Ingram; don't you think so?" said Miss
Dawkins to Mrs. Damer. Mrs. Damer was going along upon her donkey,
not altogether comfortably. She much wished to have her lord and
legitimate protector by her side, but he had left her to the care of a
dragoman whose English was not intelligible to her, and she was rather
cross.
"Indeed, Miss Dawkins, I don't know who are nice and who are not.
This nasty donkey stumbles at ever step. There! I know I shall be down
directly."
"You need not be at all afraid of that; they are perfectly safe, I believe,
always," said Miss Dawkins, rising in her stirrup, and handling her
reins quite triumphantly. "A very little practice will make you quite at
home."
"I don't know what you mean by a very little practice. I have been here
six weeks. Why did you put me on such a bad donkey as this?" and she
turned to Abdallah, the dragoman.
"Him berry good donkey, my lady; berry good,--best of all. Call him
Jack in Cairo. Him go to Pyramid and back, and mind noting."
"What does he say, Miss Dawkins?"
"He says that that donkey is one called Jack. If so I've had him myself
many times, and Jack is a very good donkey."
"I wish you had him now with all my heart," said Mrs. Damer. Upon
which Miss Dawkins offered to change; but those perils of mounting
and dismounting were to Mrs. Damer a great deal too severe to admit
of this.
"Seven miles of canal to be carried out into the sea, at a minimum
depth of twenty-three feet, and the stone to be fetched from Heaven

knows where! All the money in