CHAPTER XI 



AS TO DOGS ; AND AS TO ONE DOG IN PARTICULAR. 



This chaj)ter is going to be a digression. I 

 am going to let horses go by for the moment 

 and talk about something else. So you have 

 fair warning to skip the chapter and catch up 

 further on. But after all, my present text is 

 "dog"; and if you are truly a horse-lover you 

 must almost always necessarily be a dog-lover. 

 The two things somehow go together. 



Besides, although the rather involved story 

 I am about to relate, began in Morris Plains, 

 N. J., and was continued in Paris, Constanti- 

 nople and Aleppo, it ended in the desert and 

 on the way to visit the Sheikh Ali, of which I 

 told in the last chapter. That is my excuse 

 to you for telling it at all. To myself I do not 

 have to make any excuse of any kind — I just 

 simply have to tell the story. And here it is 

 for what it is worth : 



When I left Morris Plains I wanted to take 



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