MY QUEST OF THE ARAB HORSE 



immovable as she was galloped away to fetch 

 the colt which we were to see, and which I 

 had already made up my mind to buy, no mat- 

 ter if his legs were crooked. 



It was nearly sun-down when the same 

 Bedouins returned riding the colt, and, when 

 he was a hundred yards away, Thompson, 

 Moore and myself, all remarked that anyone 

 could tell who his mother was for his eyes were 

 set in the same peculiar manner. It was 

 evident from our measurement that he was 

 not going to be as big as his mother, but that 

 he showed the same characteristics was enough. 

 He was absolutely free from blemish of any 

 kind. He was a pink gray that would prob- 

 ably shed out into white; his disposition was 

 as perfect as his mother's and, although a scant 

 two years old, his manners were those of a little 

 gentleman, and we came to terms rather quick- 

 ly. When a price was finally agreed upon, 

 Haffez always called me and the Bedouin to 

 him. Taking the right hand of each of us, he 

 would join them; then laying one of his hands 

 over ours and pointing up, he would ask the 

 Bedouin if he would swear before God that 

 everything he said was true, and if he would 

 be willing, with God as a witness, to ask the 



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