The prospects for service there were absurd; I heard of the Moorish troubles and went to Morocco.
Others of my sort swarmed there; matters dragged and dragged, and the Kaiser never meant business, anyway.
"Being independent, and my means permitting me, I got some shooting in the back country.

This all degenerated into the merest nomadic wandering--nothing but sand, camels, ruins, tents, white walls, and blue skies.

And at last I came to the town of Sa-el-Hagar." His voice died out; his restless, haunted eyes became fixed.
"Sa-el-Hagar, once ancient Sais," repeated the Tracer quietly; and the young man looked at him.
"You know _that_ ?" "Yes," said the Tracer.
For a while Burke remained silent, preoccupied, then, resting his chin on his hand and speaking in a curiously monotonous voice, as though repeating to himself by rote, he went on: "The town is on the heights--have you a pencil?
Thank you.

Here is the town of Sa-el-Hagar, here are the ruins, here is the wall, and somewhere hereabouts should be the buried temple of Neith, which nobody has found." He shifted his pencil.

"Here is the lake of Sais; here, standing all alone on the plain, are those great monolithic pillars stretching away into perspective--four hundred of them in all--a hundred and nine still upright.