The other things can follow." "There was an old Egyptian chap," he said, "a governor of one of their provinces, thousands of years before the Pharaohs were ever heard of.
They dug up his tomb a little while ago.

It bore this inscription: 'In my time no man went hungry.' I'd rather have that carved upon my gravestone than the boastings of all the robbers and the butchers of history.

Think what it must have meant in that land of drought and famine: only a narrow strip of river bank where a grain of corn would grow; and that only when old Nile was kind.

If not, your nearest supplies five hundred miles away across the desert, your only means of transport the slow-moving camel.

Your convoy must be guarded against attack, provided with provisions and water for a two months' journey.