MY QUEST OF THE ARAB HORSE 



that these were Arab horses. I told the re- 

 porter to wait and I would be back in a minute. 

 It was a long moment ; I followed those horses 

 — up one street and down another, until they 

 finally arrived back at their headquarters. 

 Here, with about eight thousand small boys, I 

 was stoj^ped at the outside gate while the 

 horses, with big sparkling eyes and gracefully 

 carried tails, pranced in. The majority of 

 them were grays, and I thought (my four- 

 year-old drawing was in mind) it was very 

 strange that there were no spotted ones. 



During the next few days I thought of noth- 

 thing else but these horses and dreamed of 

 nothing else during the nights. After a week 

 or so it commenced to worry me, but finally the 

 fair opened, and after it had been running a 

 few weeks, this Bedouin camp was exhibited on 

 the "JNIidway." 



In these days I drew nothing but horse 

 pictures, for I was on the Herald for that pur- 

 pose. I had been illustrating the Washing- 

 ton Park races, and had made the acquaintance 

 of Alf and William Lakeland. The first was 

 the famous trainer of thoroughbreds, who was 

 in Chicago with the horses of JNIr. James R. 

 Keene. His brother William was simply there 



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