MY QUEST OF THE ARAB HORSE 



dangerous affairs, so even this was finally aban- 

 doned. Worship was confined to the Mosque 

 near the Yildiz Kiosk. Even in these narrow- 

 precincts His Majesty was not safe, as the 

 bomb thrown at him a few years ago bears wit- 

 ness. 



It was natural, therefore, that the attendance 

 at the Selamlik was carefully scrutinized and 

 that one's credentials had to be thoroughly 

 looked into before a permit to witness the cere- 

 mony could be obtained. Generally the get- 

 ting of the permit is a matter of four weeks 

 or so, but we had no time to spare and so were 

 prepared for the ceremony on short notice. 



It required real activity on the part of the 

 Embassy to get us three to the post at the 

 right time and it was at 11 o'clock Friday 

 morning, July 20, 1906, before we knew the 

 "one best bet." Our appearance was a shock 

 to the dignified foreign consuls and ambassa- 

 dors. For some reason or other, they did not 

 think we were dressed exactly right. Moore 

 wore his own trousers, with a borrowed frock 

 coat which was a little tight for that kind of a 

 day, and a borrowed plug hat (that's the only 

 name to call it) which was two sizes too small. 

 It is strange, but true, that some other fellow's 



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