New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1852-02-21

tn last two or three weeks. Our men hao aso
the inspiration of backshish IN their song anu
their dolorous loye-meIodies rang from shore 70
sho,s The correctness with which these peo-
Mo .,ng ia absolutely surprising. Wild and harsh
- arc their songs, their choruses are IN perfect
.cco,d and even when at the same time exert
inc Al, their strength at the poles aud oars, they
ever fail in note The melodies are simple,
but not without expression, and all are pervaded
with mournful monotony which reminds one
OF the Desert Among our sailors is an lmprovls-
atore, who supplies an endless number of lines
TO the regular chorus Of "hay-hayles sab" SO
far as can understand him, there is not the least
meaning or connection in his poetry, but ne never
fails in the rythm. He sings, for instance 30
Alexandrian ln-then follows the chorus " Hast
en-, three Of you !"-chorus again; Hail, Sidi
Ibrahim !" and so on, for an hour at time. On
particular occasions, he adds pantomlme, and the
scene on our forward deck resembles war
dance of the Black.feet. The favorite panto-
mime is that Of man running into hornets
nest. He stamps and cries, improvising all the
while. while the chorus seeks to drown his
voice. He then throws off his mantle, cap and
sometimes his last garment, shaping his body 10
drive off the hornets, and bowling with PAIN
The song winds up with prolonged CRY, which
only ceases when every lung is emptied. Even
when most mirthfully inclined, and roaring In
ecstacy over some silly Joke, our men always
laugh in accord So sound and hearty are theE
| cachinatory choruses, that we Involuntary
| laugh with them.
A crowd of donkeys, ready saddled, awaited
us on the bank, and the boys began to fight
before our boat was moored We chose three
implanted animals, so large that our feet were
at least three inches from the ground, and set
off on gallop for Stout, which is about mile
and half from the river Its fifteen tall, white
minarets rose before US, against the background
of the mountain, and the handsome front OF the
palace of Ismai Pasha shone through the dark
green of its embosoming acacias. The road
| follows the course of dam, built to retain the
waters Of the inundation, and is shaded with
| palms, sycamores and mimosas On either
side we looked down upon fields OF clover, 80
green, juicy and June-like that was tempted
to Jump from my donkey and take roll therein
Where the ground was still damp the Arabs
were blowing with camels and sowing whea,
on the moist, fat loan. We crossed bridge
and entered the court Of justice the most
charmingly clean and shady place have seen in
Egypt The town, which is built of sun-dried
bricks, whose muddy hue is somewhat relieved
by the whitewashed mosques and minarets, is
astonishingly clean in every part The people
themselves are very orderly, intelligent and
amabe. We were cordially greeted every
where, and are so agreeahly impressed by all
we have seen, that, as place of residence, we
should prefer Stout to Cairo.
The tombs of the City Of Wolves, the ancient
Lycopolis, are in the eastern front of the noun.
tain overhanging the city. We rode to the
Stab Antar, the principal one, and then climbed
to the summit The tombs are much larger
than those of Beni-Hassan, but have been almost
ruined by the modern Egyptians. The enormous
square pillars which filled their halls have been
shattered down for lime, and only fragments of
the capitals still hang from the ceilings of solid
rock. The sculptures and hieroglyphics, which
are here not. painted but carved, also greatly
defaced The second tomb, called by the Arabs
Stab hamam, pigeon Stable,) retains its grand
doorway, which has on each side the colossal
figure of an ancient King. The sand around its
mouth is filled with fragments of mummied
wolves, and on our way up the mountain we
scared one of their descendants from his lair in
a solitary tomb. The Stab han,am is about 60
feet square by 40 in hight, and in its rough and
ruined aspect is more impressive than the more
chaste and elegant chambers of Ben-H assan.
The view of the plain of Stout, seen through its
entrance, has a truly magical effect From the
gray twilight, of the hall in which you stand, the
green OF the fields the purple of the distant
mountains, and the blue OF the sky, dazzle your
eye as if tinged with the broken ray of prism
From the summit of the mountain, which we
reached by scaling a crevice in its white cliffs
we overlooked more beautiful landscape than
that seen from the pyramid. In the north, be-
yad the spires of Manfalout and the crags of
Abouiayada, we counted the long palm-groves
receding behind one another to the yellow shore
of the Desert in front, the winding Nile and
the Arabian Mountains southwark, sea of
wheat and clover, now deepening into dark EN-
erald, now paling into gold, according to the de
gree of moisture in the soil. and ceasing only
because the eye refused to follow, while behind
US, over the desert hills, wound the track Of the
yearly caravan from Darfur and Kordofan. Our
Arab guide pointed out sandy plain, behind the
cemetery of the Mamelukcs, which lay at our
feet, as the camping ground of the caravan, and
tried to tell us how many thousand camels were
assembled there. Aswe looked upon the superb
plain, teeming with It's glory of vegetable life
and enlvened by the songs of the Arab plowmen
funeral procession came from the city and
passed slowly to the burying-ground, accompa.
MED by the dismal bowling of a band of women.
We went below and rode between the white
washed domes covering the graves of the Name
lukes. The place was bright, clean and cheer
ful, in comparison with the other Arab burying-
ground we had seen. The grove which shades