A DESERT CITY
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A DESERT CITY
“He seems as one whose footsteps halt
Toiling in immeasurable sand
And o’er a weary sultry land
Sown in a wrinkle of the monstrous hill
The city sparkles like a grain of salt.”
In the desert not twenty miles from Cairo there has sprung up the mushroom growth of a wonder-working Health Resort. It possesses several hotels, an “Establishment,” a golf links, and everything which a really desirable Health Resort must possess.[1] But at the time when I first knew that tract of sand on which it stands the case was far otherwise. If one must have summarized the attractions of the place they would have run:—