MY QUEST OF THE ARAB HORSE 



Hamdani Simri. The mother was a Se- 

 glawieh, and thus according to desert rule the 

 colts were of blood of the Seglawi Jedrans. 



That night we camj)ed at a village owned by 

 relatives of Akmet Haffez. At ten o'clock the 

 Bedouin returned with his beautiful mare, 

 bringing her baby and last child, a chestnut 

 colt, big for his age, with white in the face, and 

 with the same peculiar white feet as his mother 

 and brother. His mane and tail were light 

 yellow, giving him a babyish appearance. He 

 v/as even finer than the two-year-old. 



Again I was driven away by Haffez (who 

 wanted to drive a close bargain) lest I might 

 show how much I wanted the mare for which 

 he soon wanted to make an offer. I went into 

 the tent, but was very restless. I could tell 

 there was some friction. Finally I saw the 

 Bedouin mount the mare and start off with 

 the yearling by his side ; and, after hearing that 

 Haffez had let the bargain fall through be- 

 cause of a difference of four pounds ($16.00), 

 I got him to reconsider. A man with stout 

 lungs brought the Bedouin back and again his 

 hand was put in mine, and the yearling was 

 bought. And now for the first time I thought 

 we were to make an offer for the mare, but 



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