A
Mechanical
MUMMY
Monday, May the Seventeenth
As we approached Egypt, it was my great
pleasure to observe the mighty excavation
equipment in the distance. I have heard it on good
authority that these machines unearth Egyptian
treasures by the truckload, by sifting through large
quantities of sand, as if panning for gold. Instead
of gold, they unearth ancient relics. The sand
pours out and the relics remain!
But those machines were never so impressive as
the man running them, Lord Hargrave. I cannot
express with words how handsome the man is, and
young. With looks like that—and so tall!—upon
being introduced, I found myself wishing I had
worn my more attractive hat. Though Hargrave
is only a few years older than myself, he has already accomplished so much. Perhaps my dear
aunt wasn't too far off from the truth when she
suspected I might find a potential suitor out here
on the sands.
I flatter myself to think he singled me out from
the group, for he guided me around the dig on
a personal tour. The dig employs dozens of local
men, as the area immediately surrounding the
tomb itself is too delicate to employ the machines.