CHAPTER VIII 



THE WAR MARE GREETS THE DESERT 



At ten the next morning we went with 

 Akmet Haffez to the Governor's residence. 

 Nazim Pasha had promised to let us see the 

 "Pride of the Desert," the great brown stal- 

 lion presented to him by the Bedouins. I was 

 glad to have that opportunity for Mr. Forbes 

 had already told me of the horse as you will 

 remember ; but the heat was stifling, the reflec- 

 tion of the sun from the red and white sand 

 was killing and I was anxious to get off to the 

 Anezeh with Akmet Haffez. 



Frankly I did not expect much of the "Pride 

 of the Desert." I really resented the waste of 

 time involved in this call on the Governor. 

 Especially hard was it to go through the mo- 

 tions of drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes. 

 I thought the time would never come when all 

 the necessary eastern hospitalities would be 

 over, but they came to an end at last and we 



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