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Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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smooth in the beginning, reflect like amirror now, you will form some idea ofthe feet and knees and hands that havepressed them and realize something ofthe fervor of the Damascus faith. We left the bazaar by a different wayand our guide got lost getting us backto the hotel. I didnt blame him, though—anybody could get lost in those tangledstreets. We were in a hopeless muddle,for it was getting dark, when down atthe far end of a narrow defile Lauracaught a glimpse of a building whichshe said was like one opposite our ho-tel. So we went to look at it, and itwas the same building. Then our guidefound the hotel for us and we paid him,and everything was all right. He didntknow anything about the city, I believe,but was otherwise a perfect guide. We put in a busy two days inDamascus—a marvelous two days, Ithought. Our carriages were at thehotel next morning, and I want to sayhere that of all the carriages and horseswe have seen, those of Damascus are farand away the best. The horses are
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THE STORY OF THE OLD TESTAMENT IS DRAMATIZED HERE IN A MANNER AND ASETTING THAT WOULD DISCOURAGE THE ARTIFICIAL STAGE. 702 THE OUTING MAGAZINE simply beautiful creatures and in per-fect condition. Even those kept forpublic hire are superb animals withskins of velvet. They are Arabian, ofcourse, and I can believe now that theArab loves his horse, for I have neverseen finer animals, not even on FifthAvenue. I can understand, too, whythe Quaker City pilgrims, ambling intoDamascus on those old, blind, haltand spavined Beirut nags, made theirentry by night. And these Damascus horses go. Theirdrivers may love them, but they makethem hurry. They crack their whipsand we go racing through the streetslike mad. However deliberate the Eastmay be in most things, it is swiftenough in the matter of driving. Footprints of Paul I dont care for it. It keeps mewatching all the time to see what kindof an Arab we are going to kill, and Imiss a good many sights. We wentthrough that crowded thoroughfare oft

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