How is it that Man should have dedicated this hideous land--in which even the human heart seems to be hardened against all pity--to the merciful Hathor?
Perhaps because it so sorely stands in need of the joy and peace which the loving goddess alone can bestow." "Keep the line, Huni!" shouted a driver.
The man thus addressed, closed up to the next man, the panting leech Nebsecht.

We know the other stronger prisoner.

It is Pentaur, who had been entered as Huni on the lists of mine-laborers, and was called by that name.

The file moved on; at every step the ascent grew more rugged.
Red and black fragments of stone, broken as small as if by the hand of man, lay in great heaps, or strewed the path which led up the almost perpendicular cliff by imperceptible degrees.

Here another gorge opened before them, and this time there seemed to be no outlet.
"Load the asses less!" cried the captain of the escort to the prisoners.
Then he turned to the soldiers, and ordered them, when the beasts were eased, to put the extra burthens on the men.