in primitive purity, that the less natural breeders and blood spendthrifts, from 

 lands of plenty and civilization, might frequently return to the fountain blood as 

 they have done for ages, and procure the never-failing rejuvenating powers of 

 the Arabian horse of the Arabian Desert and the Barb horse of the Sahara Desert. 



Secondly, the very purity and excellence of these two great primitive races 

 of horses have been such as to insure their own as well as their masters' preser- 

 vation through thousands of years of constant battle against spear, sword and the 

 tireless burning rays of a tropical desert sun, all of which proved of less danger 

 and detriment to these blooded steeds than the bigotry and changeable breeders 

 of civilization. 



The very seclusion of the nomads in their desolate desert homes, coupled 

 with the fact that they never deviate from Nature's teachings of once pure always 

 pure, and to never trust the future fate of a breed to the uncertainty of cross- 

 breeding or mongrelization, has thus perpetuated or preserved their match- 

 less horse, the Arab. Nature breeds her beautiful zebras, giraffes, lions, tigers, 

 leopards, and her exquisite gazelle, in the same blood today as she did five thou- 

 sand years ago. 



There is no visible cause for me to believe that the Anazeh Bedouin Arabian 

 horses are different in blood today than they were seven thousand years ago. 

 Neither do I believe that there was ever one atom of out-cross or fresh or foreign 

 blood entered his veins in his natural existence. Modest truth is often enslaved, 

 suffering persecution and opposition, while the prentetious falsehood is eman- 

 cipated through lack of knowledge. "Nothing is more terrible than ignorance 

 with spurs on." 



The only pure and undefiled blood of the equine race— the Arabian — is a 

 striking example of this kind. 



Though he is the progenitor of all blood horses of the world, still we can 

 learn of traditions or theories hatched through idle dreams of English writers, 

 grooms, etc., to the effect that the English blood horse was a mysterious gift to 

 England, or that he amounted to an inheritance from whence they do not state, 

 but would have one beHeve he was hatched from an egg of their breeding skill, 

 or that he was a divine inheritance. 



The great English thoroughbred is a descendant of the Arabian and Barb 

 along with cold blood in the beginning. No man honest and well-posted dares 

 say the English thoroughbred has not been truly great, far greater and of much 

 more consequence in the past than he can possibly be in the future. That he 

 has lost the power to transmit a plastic blood is as certain as it is that he can be 

 improved by new Arabian blood infusions. 



The English become offensive when they dare to forget that it was the Arab 

 and Barb that gave them their ruaaer. In doing so they remind us of what was 

 written at Stratford-on-Avon : 



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