ol) STORIES ABOUT HORSES.

there is one little story which I must tell
you :—

¢¢ An Arab sheick, or chief, who lived within
fifty miles of Bussorah, had a favourite breed of
horses. He one day missed one of his best
mares, and could not, for a long while, discover
whether she was stolen or had strayed. Some
time after, a young man of a different tribe,
who had long wished to marry his daughter,
but had always been rejected by the sheick,
obtained the lady’s consent, and eloped with
her. The sheick and his followers pursued, but
the lover and his mistress, mounted on one
horse, made a wonderful march, and escaped.
The old chief swore, that the fellow was either
mounted npon the devil, or the favourite mare
which he had lost. After his return, he found
the latter was the case; that the lover was the
thief of his mare as well as his daughter; and
that he had stolen the one to carry off the other.
The chief was quite gratified to think he had
not been beaten by a mare of another breed ;