MY QUEST OF THE ARAB HORSE 



bles would have held him. He wanted to sleep 

 by his mother. He was not content mitil he 

 could. 



The interpreter then had a story to tell. 

 While the colt was celebrating the reunion, his 

 once owner was not so happy in Aleppo. 

 When the son of Haffez went to him with the 

 revolver the owner found fault with the 

 wea23on, saying it was not the one he wanted. 

 He was so sore that before he would give up 

 the mare he declared he would leave the 

 Anezeh tribe and go to Brihem Pasha, who, to 

 get the blood of his mare in his tribe, would de- 

 fend him with his six thousand armed men. 

 Whereupon the soldiers covered him with the 

 very pistol he had sent for, while Haffez's son, 

 Faiot, took the mare by force. Later he was ar- 

 rested and brought to Aleppo because he had 

 broken his word about a horse which he really 

 did not want to sell. But if we had achieved one 

 horse we wanted we had lost another. The 

 golden bay had died while the celebration of 

 the colt was going on, and before the last tent 

 wagon left the spot the jackals were barking 

 on the mountains nearby. 



The next day at Alexandretta, the Arabs 

 from the mountains knew all about the bay 



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