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as no grease is used, the terrible squeaking and groaning 

 that is made, as the carts lumber along, remind one, as has 

 been quaintly said, of "all the pandemonium of hell let 

 loose." 



The horses of the sultan's stable, and of some of the 

 pashas', are magnificent creatures, wholly or in part of Arab 

 blood. But the larger proportion of the horses met with 

 are of a very inferior breed. The Turkish cavalry is well 

 mounted, and the horses are far lighter and smaller than 

 those in the English or French service; and during the 

 Crimean war there was nothing attracted so much admira- 

 tion as the splendid horses of the allies. The sultan, and, 

 indeed, the whole Turkish government, jealously guard the 

 Arab race of horses, that no infidel foreigner may ever pos- 

 sess the pure breed. The pure-blooded Arab mare is never 

 to be sold or given away to a foreigner, nor can the Moslem 

 take her with him outside of the country. It may be doubted 

 whether it ever has been done, and whether, in the cases 

 claimed, the blood is pure and the pedigree sure. 



Perhaps no one is better qualified to speak of the Arab 

 horses than the traveler Palgrave, whose command of the 

 Eastern languages was such, that, in the guise of a native, 

 he penetrated into the very heart of Arabia, and lived for 

 months unsuspected among the people. Nay, in one of his 

 journeys in Turkey, he actually officiated in one of the 

 mosques in place of the regular priest, who had been taken 

 sick. Practicing as a physician in the Nejed district, where 

 the race of horses is the purest, and having been permitted 

 to see and examine the stud of the sultan, he says: "Never 

 had I seen or imagined so lovely a collection. Their sta- 

 ture was, indeed, somewhat low, — I do not think that 



