“’Tisblood，“hecried。“Blood!Osirishasbeenslainafresh，andhisholybloodfillsthebanksofNile。“
Somuchweretheyafraid，indeed，thathadInotforcedthemtoholdtotheircoursetheywouldhaveturnedandrowedupstream，orbeachedtheboatandfledintothedesert。ButIcriedtothemtosteeronnorthwards，forthusperhapsweshouldsoonerbedonewiththishorror，andtheyobeyedme。Everaswewentthehueofthewatergrewmorered，almosttoblackness，tillatlastitseemedasthoughweweretravellingthroughaseaofgoreinwhichdeadfishfloatedbythethousand，orstruggleddyingonthesurface。Alsothestenchwassodreadfulthatwemustbindlinenaboutournostrilstostrainthef？tidair。
Wecameabreastofatown，andfromitsstreetsonegreatwailofterrorrosetoheaven。Menstoodstaringasthoughtheyweredrunken，lookingattheirredarmswhichtheyhaddippedinthestream，andwomenrantoandfrouponthebank，tearingtheirhairandrobes，andcryingoutsuchwordsas——
“Wizard’swork!Bewitched!Accursed!Thegodshaveslaineachother，andmentoomustdie!“andsoforth。
Alsowesawpeasantsdiggingholesatadistancefromtheshoretoseeperchanceiftheymightcometowaterthatwassweetandwholesome。