MY QUEST OF THE ARAB HORSE 



for the shops where they made the saddles and 

 bridles, and horse trimmings which were used 

 in the desert. In the poorly ventilated bazaars 

 hundreds of Bedouins crowded around to look 

 at us. The ignorant stared while the better 

 bred greeted us politely. To see three stran- 

 gers, the smallest of whom stood six feet one 

 and a half inches, was a sight to them. They 

 peered at us genteely, and asked the interpreter 

 if we were "Engleese." They shook their 

 heads, as he explained that we were "Americs" 

 and wanted to know where "Americ" was. 



While we were at the saddlery place, in the 

 crowd of Bedouins looking on, I saw one who 

 looked a little darker than the rest and whose 

 teeth were peculiarly white. I remembered 

 reading in one of the Blunt's books, that the 

 Anezeh tribe had peculiarly white, chalk-like 

 teeth and I at once told Ameene, the interpre- 

 ter, to ask this Bedouin if he knew anything 

 about the Anezeh. We had heard at Beyrout 

 that the tribe was then two or three hundred 

 miles south of Palmyra. Moore, in a good- 

 humored, sarcastic way, said: ''Here, if you 

 are going to try and find the Anezeh in Aleppo, 

 I will quit you; this man never heard of the 

 Anezeh, he is a camel driver." While the 



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