MY QUEST OF THE ARAB HORSE 



ably torn about the knee and other places from 

 riding ; I had no tie, and there were a few other 

 details of dress missing that ordinarily are of 

 little importance in Oregon, anyway, but it 

 seemed to be fun for the boys. Later I saw 

 why. 



When we approached the dock we saw that 

 the town was in holiday attire. The Governor 

 of Aleppo had dwelt at much length on the 

 importance of our visit and the streets were 

 jammed. As we walked off the dock into the 

 carriage waiting to take us to the Governor's 

 Palace, the crowd kept looking for another 

 boat bearing the GREAT PEOPLE. They 

 must have thought we were the advance guard. 



Reaching the palace Thompson and Moore 

 could hardly keep down their mirth. I saw 

 then for the first time that the holes on the 

 shins of my trousers looked a little bigger than 

 they had before, and I felt the lack of that tie. 

 We had to pass the Governor's guard, con- 

 sisting possibly of a thousand soldiers, who 

 were drawn up in double lines. As we passed, 

 most of them knelt. Thompson had been 

 through the same performance in the morning, 

 but when the Governor had asked him for the 

 letters from President Roosevelt, and the doc- 



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