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food, and within two weeks began to eat it 

 out of the manger. And so the desert horses 

 came to America. 



We could not but feel some elation over the 

 fact that the importation had been successfully 

 carried out. It is a far cry from the home of 

 the Anezeh to Morris Plains, and, as we had 

 found, the journey was beset with difficulties. 

 To have overcome them all and to have 

 brought the string of horses in safety to this 

 country was a satisfaction, to put it as mildly 

 as possible. I will not speak at length here 

 of the successful results of the importation, 

 but perhaps those who have followed the story 

 of the Maneghi Sbeyel stallion, "The Pride of 

 the Desert," the gift to me from Nazim Pasha, 

 will like to read of his achievements here. He 

 has proved that horsemen are the same the 

 world over, whether they wear the rough cloaks 

 of the Bedouins spun under camel-hair tents 

 or frock coats built on Fifth Avenue. The 

 Bedouins followed us from the desert to the 

 coast, breeding two mares a day to him. 



When we reached America, our horsemen 

 also picked him from the rest as the best ani- 

 mal of the lot. He was written of by experts 

 and horsemen as being of the Morgan type, as 



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