The Nile River

The sun is fading in the horizon, turning an orange color, making the waters of the Nile glisten. As we sail downstream, I look over my shoulder, where my father and the landlord are standing, debating over whether the landlord should have the barley or the wheat. My mother and sister are looking over, as well, praying that we won't lose our land, and all our crops. My father can have quite a temper sometimes. My uncle is saying something, but we cannot hear him. He takes the throwstick, and aims at a couple of catfish swimming by. He catches a small one, and a smile of victory lightens up his face. My father and the landlord are way out of the view, and Mother has another worry. She doesn't want us to reach Nubia, and all the rapids and waterfalls. She tells my uncle to be careful, and since he accomplished what he wanted to, and got dinner for his family for tonight, we turn the sail carefully, and head back. The journey took quite a long time, and when we came back, dark surrounded the grassy plain in the distance. As I step onto the ground, my foot sinks into the silt, which was deposited by the annual flood, just a few months ago. Our crops bloomed since then, but our landlord wants much more rent then it was originally planned, so Father is very upset. We hardly have any barley left, and there is no more onions, whatsoever. But, we will manage. I hear a herd of elephants far away, and I rush into the straw house. Tomorrow, my sister is meeting up with her soon-to-be husband, and she seems okay with it. Mother says that she is surprised, but happy that she took it with such ease. She will be moving all the way north, to Lower Egypt. I think she will be happy there. She won't have to worry much, because a lot of silt is deposited there, so the soil is very fertile, and her family can raise lots of crops. Tomorrow, Father and I will go to the market, and trade some of our crops for the cedar and gold from Nubia. I hope all goes well. The smell of the fresh air fills my nostrils, and I look over the tall trees, and the lush green grass, thinking about one of our neighbors, who died a few days ago. He was a strange man, and didn't like children running around, carrying ducks and geese, for their parents to prepare for lunch. He will be mummified tomorrow, but people are saying that Hades won't accept him well. After all, the man wasn't one of the welathiest. Some of the sailing boats are still on the river, waiting for any fish to swim by. I take one last look at the beautiful scenery, and rush back inside the house. Tomorrow will be a long day.