Farmers' Gazette, And Cheraw Advertiser

THE ARABIAN HORSE.

A most moving incident, illustrative of the extraordinary strength, as well as attachment of the Arab horses, is given by Lamartine, in his beautiful Travels in the East:

"An Arab chief, with his tribe, had attacked in the night a caravan of Damascus, and plundered it; when loaded with their spoil, however, the robbers were overtaken in their return by some horsemen of the Pacha of Acre, who killed several and bound the remainder with cords. In this state of bondage they brought one of their prisoners, named Abou el Marck, to Acre, and laid him, bound hand and foot, wounded as he was, at the entrance of their tent, as they slept during the night. Kept awake by the pain of his wounds, the Arab heard his horse neigh at a little distance, and, being desirous to stroke, for the last time, the companion of his life, he dragged himself up, bound as he was, to his horse, which was picketed at a short distance. Poor friend,' said he, 'what will you do among the Turks? You will be shut up under the roof of a khan, with the horses of a pacha, or an aga; no longer will the women and children of the tent bring you barley, camel's milk, or dourra, in the hollow of their hand; no longer will you gallop free as the wind of Egypt in the desert; no longer will you cleave with your bosom the waters of the Jordan, which cool your sides, as pure as the foam of your lips. If I am to be a slave, at least may you go free. Go; return to our tent, which you know so well; tell my wife that Abou el Marck will return no more; but put your head still in the folds of the tent, and lick the hands of my children."

With these words, as his hands were tied, he undid with his teeth the fetters which held the courser bound, and set him at liberty; but the noble animal, on receiving its freedom, instead of bounding away to the desert, bent its head over its master, and, seeing him in fetters and on the ground, took his clothes gently in his teeth, lifted him up, and set off at full speed towards home. Without ever resting, he made straight for the distant but well-known tent, in the mountains of Arabia. He arrived there in safety, and laid his master safe down at the feet of his wife and children, and immediately dropped down dead with fatigue. The whole tribe mourned him; the poets celebrated his fidelity; and his name is still constantly in the mouths of the Arabs of Jericho."

This beautiful anecdote paints the manners and the loves of Arabia better than a thousand volumes. It is unnecessary to say, after it, the Arabs are, and ever will be, the first horsemen, and have the finest race of horses, in the world.