The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-04-29

tins on the outer coating of dressed stone and arrange for the inscriptions. The ruler who lasted only three ( VT years was buried in a squatty nttie Pyramid, which soon tecame hidden under the drifting sands of the desert. Cheops kept piling up the huge blocks for thirty years. and that Is why ms Pyramid holds the record. If Methuse- lah had been a Pyramid builder he would have been compelled to put up tomb probably a mile and a half high
 and about seleven miles around the base. In a revolutionary South American republic the ruler would probably set no further than laying the corner stone.
 We did not climb the Pyramids MT. Peasiey said he would postpone going up until they inaugurated a lift service. The view from the top Is said to be very fine (see guide book), but those who are boosted and lugged and hauled m over the angular blocks of stone are so exhausted when they arrive at the top that they cannot see anything. We decided to go to the interior ana look at the tomb chambers. An easy incline led up to sort of grotto en- trance ard we thought that going in to see these chambers would be some thing like strolling into rathskeller Let us quote Mir. Peasleys own words. that the reader may gain some Idea or the horrible experience awaiting any one who undertakes the Journey.
 'Three men with bushy whiskers and white Mother Hubbards got hold of me and dragged me up to this hole in the rock" is the way he told it to a group at the dinner table. T told 'em didn't need any help, but they kept hold of me. and the next thing I knew we were in a rat hole as dark as pitch and as hot as an oven. sliding right down to the centre of the earth. The man in front had hold of my leg. pulling me along; another one had me by the col lar, and the hind one kind of slid along with the rest of us and kept up run ming conversation In some foreign Ian guaxe. After we had crossed about an eighth of a mile, as near as could guess 1t off in the dark. we struck large powder, and I found myself lock ed in a miscellaneous embrace of the Arabs Somebody lit candle, and l found myself sitting on the edge or dark hole that looked like the original bottomIess pit. never saw hole that yawned more successfully. They hoisted me over this and then we be- gan to climb up through a long pas sage about the size of an ordinary smokestack. The rock had been worn as smooth as glass. had to douole up like a jacknife to keep from pump ing my brains out. The man aheao dragged me; the one behind kept push ing, and the third one somewhere Tn the rear carried my hat and did the talking. don't know how far we went, but. 1t seemed about quarter or a mile. Finally we came to landing; I fell on my face and said l had enough. The man with the candle turned me over, and all three squatted beside me, there in the deathlike gloom of that internal hole. far from the police, and they wanted to know If I would give them a liberal up when we got outside. I didn't know what they'd do if I said No, so said Yes Then they said they were going to show me the Queens chamber. They grabbed me again and this time we began to work our way through passage that seemed to be just about as big as the inside of a stovepipe, fully as hot and a good deal darker I don't know how far they hauled me, but when they