MY QUEST OF THE ARAB HORSE 



he was nervous and wanted to get away from 

 me. He seemed to be everybody's dog but 

 mine. When we arrived at Constantinople he 

 and I were as distant as ever, and at Bey rout it 

 was the same. Wherever we stopped he rec- 

 ognized that I was in the party, but that he 

 was not mine. He was more of a nuisance than 

 a dog. He did not have anything to recom- 

 mend him, not even manners. About the only 

 comfort any of us could get out of him was that 

 his sight recalled the lady who sold him to us, 

 and in that way we coaxed ourselves into the 

 belief that we had already got the $25 worth 

 out of him. Long before we arrived at Alep- 

 po I began to show the strain, and at Ale]3- 

 230, after I had carted him over three thousand 

 miles, I left him in a boarding house, while I 

 went to the desert alone. 



As I rode out at the head of the caravan in 

 search of the Anezeh tribe, I realized that for 

 weeks (they would seem years of care and pa- 

 tience with a wayward dog) I was to be with- 

 out even him, but comforted mvself with the 

 fact that, as we evidently did not understand 

 each other's language, it was best we parted. I 

 had named him (the only French word I 

 had been able to learn) "Dedong" (Dis 



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