Howard Carter's Expedition

I am here on an archaeological quest, to satisfy many a curious mind's request for knowledge on antiques and artifacts of Egypt's long extinct historical facts, in treasured sands buried, like gold mines earnestly sought for in stories shrouded in mythology. With a large contingent just as curious as I, hardly daunted by curses, but with shoulders high, went to the field, with the sun baking us perhaps to a baker's delight. With our rumpled maps, we yonder searched, bitten as we went by perhaps a million flies, getting relief from sunless skies in times of fair weather, while hoping something lies in the depths of the hot sands for our very eyes to see. With my tools by hard work and search worn out, I brushed to full view, the tomb, brilliantly carved out of young blue blooded Tut, regally laid to rest. To my wearied colleagues, I spoke in real earnest: "To exhume the past, we are here at last."