cn. XIX.] Jeddans Horse. 8i 



ill tlic animal. He is a bay Keliilaii Aklinis with 

 three white feet {inuttlahh esli, sinmdl) and a great 

 splotch of white down the nose. He has a fine 

 sloping shoulder and powerful quarters, but the 

 neck is heavy and the hocks set too high. A 

 charger, in fact, more than a racer. 



Jedaan's son Turki joined clumsily in the man- 

 oeuvres, but it is evident he is no horseman, and, 

 from some hints thrown out by the people about 

 him, I fancy he is half-witted. A boor he certainly 

 is. Jedaan's secretary, Mehemet Aazil, a native of 

 (Jrfa, also rode with us, and a little pale-faced, grey- 

 eyed man whom the Consul recognised as an old 

 acquaintance. He is the Ulema Abd-er-Rahman 

 Attar, a doctor of divinity from Aleppo, and a man 

 of considerable influence among the Anazeh, not on 

 account of his clerical profession, but from the fact 

 that his father was a horse-dealer and had had com- 

 mercial relations with them. He seems to be here 

 on some sort of diplomatic mission, connected witli 

 the quarrels of the tribes. The Consul tells us that 

 this Abd-er-Eahman is really a learned man both in 

 divinity and law, and an honourable man to boot ; 

 so that, although he talks Turkish, which somehow 

 grates upon my ears, and has a wretched town com- 

 plexion, w^e are making friends with him. He seems 

 a mine of information about desert history and 

 politics. 



The fantasia over, Jedaan got down from his 

 horse, and mounted the same scrubby filly he met 



