MY QUEST OF THE ARAB HORSE 



"Yes," I replied, "y^^ ^^^ E^^^B back to the 

 desert." 



He broke down with hysterical laughter, 

 and grasj)ing me by the hands commenced to 

 kiss them, and tell me that I was too good to 

 stay in this country, that I ought to live with 

 my brother in the desert. 



"Mr. Davenport, Said go desert two or three 

 months?" 



"No, Said, in two or three weeks. I will 

 find a ship, if I can, that will take you direct 

 to Iscanderoon, Alexandretta. There vou can 

 follow the old Roman road across the moun- 

 tains to Aleppo, and from there the camel car- 

 avan route to the desert." 



I turned and walked away, bidding him 

 good-night, and had nearly reached the house, 

 when he called to me and asked if I would say 

 before God that my heart was not mad. I will 

 admit that after dinner I went to bed early, 

 and did not get much sleep. 



I got up before daylight, still restless, and 

 went out, and there in the north pasture saw 

 an impressive spectacle — the trying out of 

 Said's religious faith. Wadduda, the war 

 mare, dressed and draped in all her beautiful, 

 wild regalia, was in the pasture. From her 



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