MY QUEST OF THE ARAB HORSE 



mare, though we had not told the story to a 

 soul. They came to see her in great numbers, 

 and were sorry she had been taken away from 

 her owner. 



That night two New Yorkers sat beside her 

 and played pinochle till daylight, and when she 

 was safe on board the steamer, I felt the relief 

 that only her presence on the steamship could 

 bring. 



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