All Roads Lead To The River
by Lee McAulay
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ALL ROADS LEAD TO THE RIVER
The night before he first beheld the Nile, Louis Beauregard slept in the Libyan desert on the plateau above Giza, tense with anticipation, listening to dogs whining far off in the darkness under the crackling stars.
In the firelit encampment the Arab couriers broke their Ramadan fast and retired to their tents while the three Englishmen, Louis and Smyth and Petherick, sat by the fire talking over their plans for the following day, and beyond. When the other two left for their own tents Louis sat thinking long into the night, writing his journal, wondering if 1850 would be a more purposeful year for him.