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I<br />
DAWN OF THE BAGHDAD RAILWAY 73<br />
looking down on <strong>to</strong> the Mediterranean shores, knew<br />
of the life and bustle of its sea-girt <strong>to</strong>wns.<br />
We had come out on the <strong>other</strong> side of the unknown<br />
plain and the aspect of things was changed. What<br />
drew us on now was not the mystery of unexplored<br />
space, but the feeling that here was a great barrier<br />
<strong>to</strong> cross. We were about <strong>to</strong> share with these heights<br />
the knowledge of what lay on the <strong>other</strong> side. But<br />
there was more than this—we were about <strong>to</strong> do what<br />
the Monster might possibly fail <strong>to</strong> do. As we drew<br />
near the barrier, the mysterious allusions <strong>to</strong> his<br />
approach all <strong>to</strong>ok the form of pointing at this barrier.<br />
" So far and no further he may come," they seemed<br />
<strong>to</strong> say.<br />
As I rode with Mustapha up a long, winding pass<br />
on the outskirts of the range he pointed at the valley<br />
below us. " The Turkish Railway," he said solemnly.<br />
A long line of laden camels wound slowly up the<br />
opposite side; for a full quarter of a mile they<br />
covered in single file the road winding up out of the<br />
valley. I pulled my horse up, and Mustapha s<strong>to</strong>pped<br />
his alongside of mine. We both bent our heads<br />
forward and listened. The sound of their tinkling<br />
bells came faintly across the valley <strong>to</strong> us; the low,<br />
musical <strong>to</strong>nes, the quiet, measured movement, all was<br />
in keeping with the <strong>to</strong>wering mountains and the still,<br />
clear air. Hassan rode up with the <strong>other</strong> men and<br />
joined us. He put his hands up <strong>to</strong> his mouth and<br />
gave a shrill, prolonged whistle in exact imitation of<br />
the engine we had left at Konia. The men looked<br />
at one an<strong>other</strong> and laughed. Then they shrugged<br />
their shoulders and pushed on up the path.