CHAPTER VII 



AKISIET HAFFEZ AND THE ^YAR MARE 



E\t:n the arrival of Jack Thompson with 

 the guns could not get me out of the blues. Of 

 course we were in Aleppo (not the Aleppo I 

 had imagined!) , but it did not seem likely that 

 we should get much further. We had had 

 nothing but discouragement from the MacAn- 

 drews & Forbes people and I began to believe 

 that our journey was over without the accom- 

 plishment of what I thought I was so well 

 equipped to carry out. I was utterly down in 

 the mouth. Moore and Thompson evidently 

 thought that something should be done to cheer 

 me up (though they themselves were pretty 

 melancholy) and so decided that if they could 

 get me to some shop with an atmosphere of 

 horse about it, I might be brought into a better 

 frame of mind. Accordingly, with our inter- 

 preter, and with Beard, as a guide, we started 



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