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Nile scenery possesses a strange beauty of
its own, but it is a monotonous unchanging
beauty. Long lines of brown banks, a strip of
vivid green behind them, narrow or wide
according to the breadth of the valley and the
facilities for irrigation, and beyond, closing
in the view, a low rampart of yellow-brown
hills-these are the only features of Egyptian
scenery that meet the traveller's eye for mile
after mile of his Nile voyage. Here and there
a village, with its clump of palms, its
shapeless mud huts and queer-looking pigeon
towers, its sheykh's house and the little
whitewashed dome which marks the tomb of a
local celebrity, breaks the monotony; and at
wider intervals a veritable town, with a few
fairly-built houses and a couple of minarets,
to show that, whatever it may appear, it is
not merely a village like the rest, makes an
agreeable diversion. But, as a rule, brown
river, brown banks, and pale brown hills
constitute the Egyptian triad in the
unemotional tourist's recollection. (Source:
Picturesque Palestine, vol. 4, pp. 189-90.) |