MY QUEST OF THE ARAB HORSE 



was when you were housed up in the winter of 

 '70-'71. All through the inclement weather 

 you had horse on the brain and I pictured to 

 you the Arab as an equestrian, mounted upon 

 his glorious steed, his desert born companion 

 that shared with him his tent and food and 

 aspirations. 



"Although you were but three years and 

 nine months old, you exhausted my store of 

 knowledge relating to human and horse life 

 in Arabia. You seemed to be specially inter- 

 ested in the way the Arab horse carried his 

 head and tail ; to ask if it was like 'Old John. 



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I only relate this early evidence to show that 

 this trip to the desert was the realization of a 

 boy's dream. Ever since the drawing of this 

 picture of Arab horses, I have had in mind 

 Arab horses, and I have always been easily 

 stopped on any street corner, or crossroad, by 

 a story pertaining to the Arab or his horses, 

 and hour after hour of valuable time I have 

 spent in drawing the Arab horse or in talking 

 about him. 



I must have been in my teens, when a great 

 revival of interest in the Arab came along with 

 the appearance in Silverton, Oregon, of a can 



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