MY QUEST OF THE ARAB HORSE 



The shooting stars which fell in every direc- 

 tion in the desert heavens, were playing like 

 Pain's fireworks, but I was so tired and sleepy 

 that it was with difficulty that I kept awake. 

 About three in the morning we stopped at a 

 small village consisting of a dozen houses. The 

 villagers were aroused by a barking of the dogs 

 and when they heard the words, "Akmet Haf- 

 fez!" they got up instantly and made us wel- 

 come, and we slept in the beds they had just 

 quitted, till about five o'clock, when we started 

 on again. About ten the next morning we 

 arrived at the Circassian village, and after see- 

 ing the colt and having had a few more hours' 

 rest, we felt well repaid for the trip and bought 

 the horse as well as a bay colt with a peculiar 

 dark brown spot on his right flank — a Maneghi 

 Hedruj. At the same place we secured a 

 chestnut two-year-old, an Abeyan Sherrak, 

 which had been recently brought from Deyr, 

 on the lower Euphrates. This little fellow 

 was so full of life that they had to show him 

 with all four feet hobbled, but he understood 

 the hobbles so well that in his pacing motion he 

 managed to make much play. All these three 

 colts were bred bv the Anezeh. 



While at this village we saw a gray mare, 



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