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"
What
do
you
make
of
this
,
Quatermain
?
"
asked
Sir
Henry
.
I
shook
my
head
,
I
could
make
nothing
of
the
thing
.
"
I
have
it
!
"
said
Good
;
"
the
road
no
doubt
ran
right
over
the
range
and
across
the
desert
on
the
other
side
,
but
the
sand
there
has
covered
it
up
,
and
above
us
it
has
been
obliterated
by
some
volcanic
eruption
of
molten
lava
.
"
This
seemed
a
good
suggestion
;
at
any
rate
,
we
accepted
it
,
and
proceeded
down
the
mountain
.
It
proved
a
very
different
business
travelling
along
down
hill
on
that
magnificent
pathway
with
full
stomachs
from
what
it
was
travelling
uphill
over
the
snow
quite
starved
and
almost
frozen
.
Indeed
,
had
it
not
been
for
melancholy
recollections
of
poor
Ventvögel
's
sad
fate
,
and
of
that
grim
cave
where
he
kept
company
with
the
old
Dom
,
we
should
have
felt
positively
cheerful
,
notwithstanding
the
sense
of
unknown
dangers
before
us
.
Every
mile
we
walked
the
atmosphere
grew
softer
and
balmier
,
and
the
country
before
us
shone
with
a
yet
more
luminous
beauty
.
As
for
the
road
itself
,
I
never
saw
such
an
engineering
work
,
though
Sir
Henry
said
that
the
great
road
over
the
St.
Gothard
in
Switzerland
is
very
similar
.
No
difficulty
had
been
too
great
for
the
Old
World
engineer
who
laid
it
out
.
At
one
place
we
came
to
a
ravine
three
hundred
feet
broad
and
at
least
a
hundred
feet
deep
.
This
vast
gulf
was
actually
filled
in
with
huge
blocks
of
dressed
stone
,
having
arches
pierced
through
them
at
the
bottom
for
a
waterway
,
over
which
the
road
went
on
sublimely
.
At
another
place
it
was
cut
in
zigzags
out
of
the
side
of
a
precipice
five
hundred
feet
deep
,
and
in
a
third
it
tunnelled
through
the
base
of
an
intervening
ridge
,
a
space
of
thirty
yards
or
more
.
Here
we
noticed
that
the
sides
of
the
tunnel
were
covered
with
quaint
sculptures
,
mostly
of
mailed
figures
driving
in
chariots
.
One
,
which
was
exceedingly
beautiful
,
represented
a
whole
battle
scene
with
a
convoy
of
captives
being
marched
off
in
the
distance
.
"
Well
,
"
said
Sir
Henry
,
after
inspecting
this
ancient
work
of
art
,
"
it
is
very
well
to
call
this
Solomon
's
Road
,
but
my
humble
opinion
is
that
the
Egyptians
had
been
here
before
Solomon
's
people
ever
set
a
foot
on
it
.
If
this
is
n't
Egyptian
or
Phoenician
handiwork
,
I
must
say
that
it
is
very
like
it
.
"
By
midday
we
had
advanced
sufficiently
down
the
mountain
to
search
the
region
where
wood
was
to
be
met
with
.
First
we
came
to
scattered
bushes
which
grew
more
and
more
frequent
,
till
at
last
we
found
the
road
winding
through
a
vast
grove
of
silver
trees
similar
to
those
which
are
to
be
seen
on
the
slopes
of
Table
Mountain
at
Cape
Town
.
I
had
never
before
met
with
them
in
all
my
wanderings
,
except
at
the
Cape
,
and
their
appearance
here
astonished
me
greatly
.
"
Ah
!
"
said
Good
,
surveying
these
shining-leaved
trees
with
evident
enthusiasm
,
"
here
is
lots
of
wood
,
let
us
stop
and
cook
some
dinner
;
I
have
about
digested
that
raw
heart
.
"
Nobody
objected
to
this
,
so
leaving
the
road
we
made
our
way
to
a
stream
which
was
babbling
away
not
far
off
,
and
soon
had
a
goodly
fire
of
dry
boughs
blazing
.
