MY QUEST OF THE ARAB HORSE 



real fight he had ever made was the only one 

 he ever was to make. He died a real hero. 



I felt as if I could have destroyed the dogs 

 of the desert for this wanton murder. The 

 affection of this puppy was spontaneous and it 

 was mine. There was no glittering collar on 

 him as he died, but he died as he had traveled 

 — in the shadow of the horse, before his mas- 

 ter's eyes and without turning tail. 



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