MY QUEST OF THE ARAB HORSE 



been trying to get a horse he had heard of in 

 Alepj)o. This was a great brown stallion 

 which had been recently presented to the Gov- 

 ernor of Aleppo. The Italian Government 

 had tried to buy him, but he was known as the 

 "Pride of the Desert," and had been presented 

 to the Governor by the combined Bedouin 

 tribes. 



Nothing, said Mr. Forbes, could persuade 

 the Governor to sell him. He was beyond all 

 value and price in the estimation of the Pasha. 

 All this naturally aroused our great curiosity 

 and interest and we were more eager than ever 

 to be off, little thinking how well we were to 

 become acquainted with the desert's pride and 

 his owner. 



The next day we left Constantinople for 

 Alexandretta via Beyrout, Syria, a rather 

 roundabout voyage of eleven days with numer- 

 ous stops. 



In Beyrout, through the kindly assistance of 

 United States Consul Magelssen, we were en- 

 abled to employ as interpreter for our trip to 

 the desert, Ameene S. Zeytoun, who had been 

 in the employ of the American Government 

 for a number of years, and who spoke English 

 as well as he did Arabic. The further we went 



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