His gaze mounted higher still, to the great pure sky; he shouted an order in a harsh voice to his sailors; the trireme leaped forward; it grazed the idol set up at the corner of the mole to stay the storms; and in the merchant harbour, which was full of filth, fragments of wood, and rinds of fruit, it pushed aside and crushed against the other ships moored to stakes and terminating in crocodiles' jaws.

The people hastened thither, and some threw themselves into the water to swim to it.

It was already at the very end before the gate which bristled with nails.

The gate rose, and the trireme disappeared beneath the deep arch.
The Military Harbour was completely separated from the town; when ambassadors arrived, they had to proceed between two walls through a passage which had its outlet on the left in front of the temple of Khamon.

This great expanse of water was as round as a cup, and was bordered with quays on which sheds were built for sheltering the ships.
Before each of these rose two pillars bearing the horns of Ammon on their capitals and forming continuous porticoes all round the basin.