MY QUEST OF THE ARAB HORSE 



to remain the same, Wadduda. He hopes that 

 when you speak the name it will bear living 

 witness of his love to you and that the gift 

 and its acceptance will be the forming of a 

 friendship and later of a brotherhood that will 

 never end." 



I was so much concerned at this, that I asked 

 Ameene if I could accept such a present. The 

 interpreter told me that under ordinary 

 circumstances 1 could not, but under these 

 conditions, I would insult Akmet if I did not 

 comply with his wish. 



So I accepted the mare and the hand of 

 brotherhood and the old Bedouin ruler seemed 

 very happy. He told me that no money could 

 buy the blue beads from the mare's tail, and 

 that, for the moment at least, seemed true. 

 When Akmet Haffez learned that Thompson 

 was my traveling companion he immediately 

 presented him with a young gray stallion. I 

 am sorry that I did not have a moving picture 

 machine so as to have photographed the antics 

 of Jack when he realized that this horse was 

 his. But in his demonstrations of joy, he 

 brushed by and reminded me that a little 

 over an hour before I was suffering intensely 



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