68 MY horse; my love. 



effort, and keep his carcase out of reach of my 

 longest arm. Many of the runs when the scent was 

 good would mean thirty miles and more, as the crow 

 flies, of continuous galloping. This was followed 

 by a long weary trudge home, and it was only these 

 Russian Arabs, so carefully and systematically 

 trained, that could overtake the wary, cunning, and 

 tireless wolf, and give their riders the chance for suc- 

 cessful slaughter." 



They appreciate the Arab in India also, I have 

 heard. 



" In Bombay there is a community of merchants 

 called 'Battias, ' who deal mainly in shirtings. They 

 have accumulated much wealth, and it is their 

 particular fad, to ride to and from their offices in 

 buggies, with an Arab in the shafts. These light- 

 handed mild Hindo(fs are skilful drivers, and get 

 far more trot out of their horses than do the Euro- 

 peans. The high knee action, an inheritance from 

 coarse breeds^ is conspicuously absent in these graceful 

 Arabs, and a good many of them pace." 



I have heard it said that " A Spanish gypsy girl, a 

 pure Arabian, and a game-cock are the accepted 

 embodiments of beauty, symmetry, and graceful 

 m.otion. " 



" Yes, that is an old saying. The pure-bred Arab 

 of the desert is trained to be graceful. His rider 

 needs not the bridle to guide him, but indicates his 

 wishes by the pressure of his knees and legs. His 

 head is not jerked, nor his mouth torn, by cruel bits, 

 but a sign, a pressure, a whistle, or a word, is only 

 necessary to establish a perfect understanding. For 



