Shrine to Aeseht Morfyram "It was already midday when we reached the deserted village, a handful of stone cottages climbing one above the other in a tangle of poplar and low brush. We rested in the shade of an old beech and enjoyed a leisurely repast of fruit and nuts, then continued our journey, following a little-used trail through groves of cedar and pine. Early evening found us clambering down a rocky slope toward the river. Picking our way around a sharp bend that skirted beneath a craggy overhang, we came upon a stone shrine set on a granite ledge. I knelt to read the words which were inscribed on the base, Aeseht Morfyram -- presumably a name, but with no further description. The statue stood knee-high and was wondrous to behold, fashioned from marble and draped in a curious cloth that seemed more rags than robes -- but glimmering, as if wet or set with jewels." A Season In Erewhon -- by Purdee Chaydee, 1931.

Unidentified Shrine "Come morning we quit the rolling steppes and rode into the foothills, following a game trail that lay along the high riverbank. By mid day we were in the Gap. We ascended slowly, negotiating a series of narrow switchbacks, with a steep granite wall rising to one side of us and a precipice falling sharp at the other. We finally came to a rock-strewn plain where the river broke into several shallow channels. There we forded and made camp in some woods at the base of a high peak. That night the moon rose full and we sat around the fire with a flask of brandy. Martin spun his usual tales of misadventure, set in Persia during the war. He reached the part concerning his strange encounter with a German officer in the desert -- a story which I had heard several times -- when something spooked our horses. 'There,' said Alisa. 'Something is moving.' She pointed toward the cliff. 'Don't you see it?' Near the smaller of those two bare trees. 'It looks human,' said Martin, reaching for his rifle. I instructed Martin to guard the camp, and then accompanied Alisa to check the horses. For some reason, I took my camera. After assuring ourselves that all of the horses were accounted for, we set out for the cliff. When we reached the spot where Alisa had first seen the figure, we proceeded slowly and quietly. Suddenly, she motioned for us to stop, and we both lowered to one knee. There on a ledge above us was a structure much like a rock tomb, with a house-like arch and a symbol of some sort carved over the entrance. It was mostly concealed behind thick brush, but moonlight shimmered upon the leaves and grasses, and highlighted the worked stone. Standing in the entranceway was a tall figure, barely visible, backlit by an eerie silver radiance, as if a light rivaling the moon shone from somewhere deep within the black portal. I crouched low and opened the shutter on my camera, then carefully balanced it on the flat spot atop a near boulder.There was little hope of any image, but the figure stood stock. We crouched there a long while, transfixed by the beauty and mystery of the moment." A Season In Erewhon -- by Purdee Chaydee, 1931.