MY QUEST OF THE ARAB HORSE 



We spent several days with the Anezeh and 

 the faces I had admired so much at first had 

 begun to wear on me. After all, these desert 

 Bedouins were, first and last, warriors, and the 

 constant fighting expression in their faces was 

 becoming monotonous. The idleness in which 

 they lived, with no pur23ose in life other than 

 to sit around till some raid was started, was 

 wearing on me. 



We had enjoyed our stay; we had feasted on 

 a camel (they said it was a young one) ; we 

 had talked horse pedigrees with the Anezeh 

 for days without interruption ; we had seen the 

 greatest animals they had, and now owned 

 some of them; we had bought nearly all the 

 horses that my Irade would permit to be ex- 

 ported; time was flying and we were a long 

 way from New York. It seemed when I 

 looked at the map as if we never would be 

 able to get there. Next day was set for our 

 departure, and after one of the most enjoy- 

 able nights of our visit, passed in listening to 

 horse stories and desert legends, we retired 

 about eleven o'clock, and were up by daylight 

 getting the luggage ready to start. The fare- 

 well feast was over, our tents were coming 



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