CHAPTER XII. JIM STANDING SIEGE
THE next few meals was pretty sandy, but that don’t make no difference when you are hungry; and when you ain’t it ain’t no satisfaction to eat, anyway, and so a little grit in the meat ain’t no particular drawback, as far as I can see.
Then we struck the east end of the Desert at last, sailing on a northeast course. Away off on the edge of the sand, in a soft pinky light, we see three little sharp roofs like tents, and Tom says:
“ It’s the pyramids of Egypt.”
It made my heart fairly jump. You see, I had seen a many and a many a picture of them, and heard tell about them a hundred times, and yet to come on them all of a sudden, that way, and find they was REAL, ’stead of imaginations, ’most knocked the breath out of me with surprise. It’s a curious thin
