AKMET HAFFEZ AND THE MARE 



anxious to see my Irade, and again he seemed 

 to ask a blessing as it was being translated to 

 him. He told us as Akmet Haffez had al- 

 ready done, the story we had heard in Constan- 

 tinople, of his brown stallion, a Maneghi 

 Sbej^el, a present to him from the combined 

 tribes. He insisted that we must come the 

 next day to his stables and see the horse. 



When we got back to the hotel Moore was 

 there, and he began to laugh and asked us if 

 we had found the Anezeh. We pretended for 

 a w^hile that we had been fooled, but he saw 

 that we were enthusiastic over something and 

 we could not hide the truth. None of us could 

 sleep that night, because we were to start for 

 the Anezeh tribe the next afternoon, where 

 w^e should see members of every big tribe of 

 Bedouins that go to make up the Anezeh peo- 

 ple. And all this due to a simple question 

 about a Bedouin and his white teeth. 



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