MY QUEST OF THE ARAB HORSE 



simple art of eating. We ripped and tore 

 at the table cloth and at the other dishes for 

 more than an hour, and then having washed 

 our hands out of a peculiar brass pitcher, we 

 returned to our sleeping rooms. The program 

 was to lie down and sleep till about three 

 o'clock, when we were to start again and ride, 

 reaching the Anezeh, we hoped, before it got 

 very hot. At three o'clock we were saddling 

 the horses and were soon off. 



A couple of hours after sun-up, we began to 

 realize that we were really in the desert. Two 

 Arabs on mares, a gray and bay, came gallop- 

 ing toward us. They were carrying spears 

 that looked fifty feet long. As they ap- 

 proached Haffez, they stopped and said "Sa- 

 1am Alakum — "Peace be with you." They 

 talked for some minutes, when Ameene told 

 me that some of the Anezeh had gone across 

 the Euphrates to war, but that Hashem Bey 

 had left his cousin a few miles on where the 

 latter would receive us. We were disappoint- 

 ed that we were not to meet Hashem at once, 

 but there was really no room for complaint, 

 and with the couriers with the long spears we 

 went on. 



It was about eleven o'clock when we reached 



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