NAPLES 



that was impossible. I feared the worst from 

 the attempt to lead them through the streets. 

 However, there was nothing else to do and so 

 our iVa23les horse-show began. 



The procession was to start with the bay 

 Seglawi Jedran two-year-old colt, the oldest 

 son of the war mare, for he was sensible and 

 quiet. Then was to come the brown stallion, 

 the "Pride of the Desert," and after him an- 

 other two-year-old. The other stallions and 

 two-year-olds were to follow and the mares 

 and colts were to come last. I was to bring 

 up the rear with the man who was leading 

 Wadduda, the war mare. I made Said lead 

 the blue-lipped colt, with the best groom in 

 Naples at the other rein, and I also had two 

 men leading the Maneghi Sbeyel. 



To my surprise, when the order was given 

 for them to back out of the stalls, the proces- 

 sion moved off quietly and the horses took no 

 notice of the trolleys, or the automobiles, which 

 were all around them. Wadduda was gay and 

 prancing, but her main fret and worry was to 

 keep up with the horses on ahead. As we 

 passed close by the equestrian statue of Vic- 

 tor Emmanuel, the grandfather of the present 

 king, showing him mounted on an Arab stal- 



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