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PAUL F. HOYE
Fig. 4. Zummurrud, a station on the old Hijaz Railway.
swinging wide to encircle the station, breaking finally into a galloping
charge, their rifles winking fire and the staccato reports of gunfire exploding into the silence and rolling off in echoes across the great empty
plains. . .
Mada'in Salih
MARCH 5
The first truck, its tires spewing a high arch of yellow dust into the air.
careened around a high formation of sandstone and suddenly halted. Misfir
braked too and Moody leaned out motioning urgently behind him. We
looked, Misfir and I, and there, carved into the face of the cliff, etched
deeply into the rough pinkish rock, was what seemed to be the entrance
to a great temple, but was, of course, a tomb. We had arrived at Mada'in
Salih.
In a word the first impact of Mada'in Salih is wonder, although by then
the sheer grandeur of the land had already begun to exhaust our quota
PAUL F. HOYE
Fig. 4. Zummurrud, a station on the old Hijaz Railway.
swinging wide to encircle the station, breaking finally into a galloping
charge, their rifles winking fire and the staccato reports of gunfire exploding into the silence and rolling off in echoes across the great empty
plains. . .
Mada'in Salih
MARCH 5
The first truck, its tires spewing a high arch of yellow dust into the air.
careened around a high formation of sandstone and suddenly halted. Misfir
braked too and Moody leaned out motioning urgently behind him. We
looked, Misfir and I, and there, carved into the face of the cliff, etched
deeply into the rough pinkish rock, was what seemed to be the entrance
to a great temple, but was, of course, a tomb. We had arrived at Mada'in
Salih.
In a word the first impact of Mada'in Salih is wonder, although by then
the sheer grandeur of the land had already begun to exhaust our quota