MY QUEST OF THE ARAB HORSE 



the groom was laid out. As I threw all my 

 weight to try and keep him from climbing into 

 the box of the Maneghi Sbeyel, some Italians 

 placed a box in front of him, and he ran into 

 it. Quick as a flash Said was closing the 

 doors. Then we tied his head, but that did 

 not stop him. He kicked and the boards and 

 splinters flew, and to make matters worse he 

 started the others to kicking. But Said was a 

 wonder. He got hobbles from the barges and 

 at the risk of his life secured the horses, and 

 eventually we got the animals all ashore. 

 It took all of Said's skill to quiet them and 

 there was much kindling wood left on the 

 docks. The horses had kicked their boxes to 

 pieces. 



And it was very discouraging. Said 

 and Thompson were the only ones that kept 

 up. The former insisted that Allah was with 

 us and had imbued Thompson with the same 

 faith. I could see no hope. The next day 

 all the satisfaction we could get from the 

 steamship company was permission to take 

 the horses out of their boxes to a stable across 

 the city. The route to it led through the nar- 

 rowest of streets and it was my personal de- 

 sire to put the animals back on a barge, but 



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