THE HEAD OF THE ETHIOPIAN.
AT length the heralds and forerunners of the royal sun had done their work, and, searching out the shadows, caused them to flee away.Then up he came in glory from his ocean-bed, and flooded the earth with warmth and I sat there in the boat listening to the gentle lapping of the water and watched him rise, till presently the slight drift of the boat brought the odd shaped rock, or peak, at the end of the promontory which we had weathered with so much peril, between me and the majestic sight, and blotted it from my view.Istill continued to stare at the rock, however, absently enough, till presently it became edged with the fire of the growing light behind it, and then Istarted, as well I might, for I perceived that the top of the peak, which was about eighty feet high by one hundred and fifty thick at its base, was shaped like a negro's head and face, whereon was stamped a most fiendish and terrifying expression.There was no doubt about it; there were the thick lips, the fat cheeks, and the squat nose standing out with startling clearness against the flaming background.There, too, was the round skull, washed into shape perhaps by thousands of years of wind and weather, and, to complete the resemblance, there was a scrubby growth of weeds or lichen upon it, which against the sun looked for all the world like the wool on a colossal negro's head.It certainly was very odd; so odd that now I believe that it is not a mere freak of nature, but a gigantic monument fashioned, like the well-known Egyptian Sphinx, by a forgotten people out of a pile of rock that lent itself to their design, perhaps as an emblem of warning and defiance to any enemies who approached the harbor.Unfortunately we were never able to ascertain whether or not this was the case, inasmuch as the rock was difficult of access both from the land and the water-side, and we had other things to attend to.Myself, considering the matter by the light of what we afterwards saw, I believe that it was fashioned by man; but whether or not this is so, there it stands, and sullenly stares from age to age out across the changing seathere it stood two thousand years and more ago, when Amenartas, the Egyptian princess, and the wife of Leo's remote ancestor Kallikrates, gazed upon its devilish faceand there Ihave no doubt it will still stand when as many centuries as are numbered between her day and our own are added to the year that bore us to oblivion.