At the foot of a little acclivity a wall rose lofty and majestic; it was constructed of colossal blocks of rock, which seemed to rest firmly upon each other by their own weight, without requiring the aid of mortar.

Three of these stones were exactly the size of one we had seen in the quarry.

Many appeared to be sixty feet in length, and broad and thick in proportion.

This is the Cyclops wall surrounding the hill on which the temples stand.

A difficult path, over piled-up fragments of marble and pieces of rock and rubbish, serves as a natural rampart against the intrusion of camels and horses; and this circumstance alone has prevented these sanctuaries of the heathen deities from being converted into dirty stables.
When we had once passed this obstruction, delight and wonder arrested our footsteps.