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THE GATES OF KAMT

in its solitary tomb. I remember how, for my part, I loved to think of that pious friend sailing down the silent Nile, with the body of the dead scribe lying at rest in the prow of his dahabijeh, while the great goddess Isis smiled down approvingly at the reverent deed, and the sacred crocodiles watched curiously the silent craft, flitting ghost-like amidst the lotus leaves. More than two thousand years later my father visited this lonely desert tomb. It was before the days that a strict surveillance was kept over tourists and amateur explorers, and he was alone, save for an old and faithful fellah—dead now—who was his constant attendant in his scientific researches. Beside the mummy of the dead scribe stood the four canopic jars, dedicated to the children of Horus and containing the heart and other entrails of the deceased; my father, with less reverence than scientific enthusiasm, had with his penknife loosened the top of one of the jars, when, to his astonishment, he saw that it contained in addition to the embalmed heart a papyrus closely written in Greek."

"In Greek? Not this one, then?"

"No, another, equally priceless, equally valuable, but only as a solution, a complement of the first."

He went up to the desk, and from one of the drawers took out a papyrus, faded and yellow with age, and placed it before me.

"I have made a translation of it, old fellow," he said with a smile, seeing my look of perplexity; "you were a pretty good classic scholar, though, at one time, and you will be able to verify that mine is a correct rendering of the original."

He took a paper out of his pocket-book and began to read, whilst I listened more and more amazed and bewildered, still wondering why Hugh Tankerville had