MY QUEST OF THE ARAB HORSE 



down, and the people followed the carriage to 

 have a better look at us, I said to Moore, that 

 if the driver stopped then, and asked us to get 

 out at a hotel, I believed I would collapse. I 

 had already given up. The letters which I had 



in my pocket and 

 the Irade permit- 

 ting me to export 

 horses and mares, 

 were losing their 

 stimulating pow- 

 er. For years 

 my idea had been 

 so different of 

 Aleppo, that the 

 shock was more 

 than I could 

 stand. Then 

 while this 

 thought was in 

 my mind, in the 

 midst of the 

 very worst street and next to a most ill-smell- 

 ing shop, our driver halted, and motioned to 

 us to get out. Arthur refused to get out of the 

 carriage and as one of us had to do so, I did and 

 walked in to what they called a hotel. They 



[T4] 



Old methods of travel giving way 

 to the new in Aleppo. 



