MY QUEST OF THE ARAB HORSE 



Anezeh had was ours, but although I had been 

 tremendously impressed, it was not until the 

 second night that I began to feel really at 

 home. On that second night I saw some dogs. 

 Our tents were pitched in a beautiful spot, and 

 as the Bedouins were walking about gossiping 

 of the new arrivals, I noticed how different 

 the dogs were from the mangy curs we had 

 seen in every village and town from Constanti- 

 nople to Aleppo. While almost wild, they 

 were large and noble-looking fellows, with big 

 heads, and were accustomed to drive flocks and 

 herds. They didn't roam promiscuously like 

 the dogs of the town. 



I saw at one tent a litter of pups that were 

 big and husky. This dog family consisted of 

 the father and mother and four children — three 

 girls and a boy. The boy walked out to see 

 us. I stopped and patted him, whereupon he 

 fell on his back with his heels up, and was im- 

 mensely pleased. 



He looked back at the tent where his family 

 w^as and w^ondered if they were as happy as he. 

 He saw in his home a place where only the 

 fittest or the prettiest survived. His father 

 was a big powerful fellow in his prime, and he 

 would be able to drive the males from a good 



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