MY QUEST OF THE ARAB HORSE 



closure. There was a Syrian in the party 

 who could talk English, and he explained to 

 us that these town Arabs had misunderstood 

 our intention and thought that the picture had 

 been made as an insult to their horses. This 

 was quite a disappointment indeed. The 

 Lakelands were entirely discouraged, but it 

 only stopped me for a few days. 



Notwithstanding the want of appreciation 

 given to my efforts as an artist, I was soon back 

 as a regular customer, paying every day that 

 the fair was open, to see the same horses go 

 through the same games, at the same price. 

 Because of the time I had spent on the bleach- 

 ers watching the games of the so-called 

 Bedouins, I lost my position on the Herald, 

 and was driven back to San Francisco, where 

 there were no Arab horses, and where, for this 

 reason, I was able to hold a position on one 

 of the newspapers. 



At the close of the World's Fair, I saw by 

 the press dispatches that the Arab horses 

 which were to have been sent back to Syria, 

 had been held by a mortgage in this country, 

 and had been sold at an auction, but not until 

 after nine had been burned to death in their 



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