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I
know
not
how
to
describe
the
glorious
panorama
which
unfolded
itself
to
our
gaze
.
I
have
never
seen
anything
like
it
before
,
nor
shall
,
I
suppose
,
again
.
Behind
and
over
us
towered
Sheba
's
snowy
Breasts
,
and
below
,
some
five
thousand
feet
beneath
where
we
stood
,
lay
league
on
league
of
the
most
lovely
champaign
country
.
Here
were
dense
patches
of
lofty
forest
,
there
a
great
river
wound
its
silvery
way
.
To
the
left
stretched
a
vast
expanse
of
rich
,
undulating
veld
or
grass
land
,
whereon
we
could
just
make
out
countless
herds
of
game
or
cattle
,
at
that
distance
we
could
not
tell
which
.
This
expanse
appeared
to
be
ringed
in
by
a
wall
of
distant
mountains
.
To
the
right
the
country
was
more
or
less
mountainous
;
that
is
,
solitary
hills
stood
up
from
its
level
,
with
stretches
of
cultivated
land
between
,
amongst
which
we
could
see
groups
of
dome-shaped
huts
.
The
landscape
lay
before
us
as
a
map
,
wherein
rivers
flashed
like
silver
snakes
,
and
Alp-like
peaks
crowned
with
wildly
twisted
snow
wreaths
rose
in
grandeur
,
whilst
over
all
was
the
glad
sunlight
and
the
breath
of
Nature
's
happy
life
.
Two
curious
things
struck
us
as
we
gazed
.
First
,
that
the
country
before
us
must
lie
at
least
three
thousand
feet
higher
than
the
desert
we
had
crossed
,
and
secondly
,
that
all
the
rivers
flowed
from
south
to
north
.
As
we
had
painful
reason
to
know
,
there
was
no
water
upon
the
southern
side
of
the
vast
range
on
which
we
stood
,
but
on
the
northern
face
were
many
streams
,
most
of
which
appeared
to
unite
with
the
great
river
we
could
see
winding
away
farther
than
our
eyes
could
follow
.
We
sat
down
for
a
while
and
gazed
in
silence
at
this
wonderful
view
.
Presently
Sir
Henry
spoke
.
"
Is
n't
there
something
on
the
map
about
Solomon
's
Great
Road
?
"
he
said
.
I
nodded
,
for
I
was
still
gazing
out
over
the
far
country
.
"
Well
,
look
;
there
it
is
!
"
and
he
pointed
a
little
to
our
right
.
Good
and
I
looked
accordingly
,
and
there
,
winding
away
towards
the
plain
,
was
what
appeared
to
be
a
wide
turnpike
road
.
We
had
not
seen
it
at
first
because
,
on
reaching
the
plain
,
it
turned
behind
some
broken
country
.
We
did
not
say
anything
,
at
least
,
not
much
;
we
were
beginning
to
lose
the
sense
of
wonder
.
Somehow
it
did
not
seem
particularly
unnatural
that
we
should
find
a
sort
of
Roman
road
in
this
strange
land
.
We
accepted
the
fact
,
that
was
all
.
"
Well
,
"
said
Good
,
"
it
must
be
quite
near
us
if
we
cut
off
to
the
right
.
Had
n't
we
better
be
making
a
start
?
"
This
was
sound
advice
,
and
so
soon
as
we
had
washed
our
faces
and
hands
in
the
stream
we
acted
on
it
.
For
a
mile
or
more
we
made
our
way
over
boulders
and
across
patches
of
snow
,
till
suddenly
,
on
reaching
the
top
of
the
little
rise
,
we
found
the
road
at
our
feet
.
It
was
a
splendid
road
cut
out
of
the
solid
rock
,
at
least
fifty
feet
wide
,
and
apparently
well
kept
;
though
the
odd
thing
was
that
it
seemed
to
begin
there
.
We
walked
down
and
stood
on
it
,
but
one
single
hundred
paces
behind
us
,
in
the
direction
of
Sheba
's
Breasts
,
it
vanished
,
the
entire
surface
of
the
mountain
being
strewn
with
boulders
interspersed
with
patches
of
snow
.
