Fit as Fiddles and as Hard as Nails

only mark on the broad horizon. A long low mound raised its back above the mirage like a rocky island in an unrippled sea. From one extremity of the mound we could detect a high dome that towered above the ruins dominating every feature in the desert.
As we approached closer, the landscape cleared; the mound with its battered dome stood firm against the sky. We pitched camp three miles to the north of the ruins. In company with fourteen other officers and a cavalry escort I visited the ruins of Ur. Unfortunately time was short; the evening was drawing to a close and the fear of hostile Arab resulted in strict orders that we should be back in camp by sunset, however we were able to spend almost one hour amidst the debris, see the