STARTING ON RETURN JOURNEY 



to me, his hand was placed in mine, while the 

 Arabs jabbered and I knew that the colt had 

 finally been purchased. The Bedouin even 

 promised that he would go to his tent and bring 

 the yearling brother of the colt, a chestnut with 

 the same markings, and join us where we were 

 to camp that night, five hours on towards 



Aleppo. 



As we departed the mare was a picture. 

 She walked with the grace of a well-bred 

 woman; her tail would gracefully sway from 

 side to side ; her ears were ever in motion, and 

 her eyes sparkled. The very sight of her rest- 

 ed us from the long day's ride of the day 

 before and then she broke into a gallop and her 

 swinging tassels were soon lost sight of as she 

 disappeared on the horizon. 



The mother out of sight, we turned to look 

 at her two-year-old son. He seemed finer than 

 others we had of the same age. There was an 

 inherited dignity which the rest did not have. 

 We were already anxious to see his full brother 

 which was supposed to be better still. Both 

 of them were sired by the great Hamdani- 

 Simri chestnut horse that the Anezeh are so 

 proud of and thus combined the two rare breeds 

 of the desert, the Seglawi Jedran and the 



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