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Legend of the Desert as Told by the Arabs.)
Years ago, when Ilaroun Al Baschid
wore the green turban of the prophet and
ruled over the Caliphate at Bagdad, whose
stately domes and towers rellected them
selves in the Tigris, there lived on the
borders of the desert a wild tribe of
Arabs, with whose chief the mighty Mos
lem was always at war.
And little love, in turn, had the dark
sheik, Abon El Mahr, for the Caliph.
Mightiest of rulers was the proud Al
Kaschid ; in his great palace on the Tigris
were gathered the riches of the Orient ;
in his hall of judgment, glittering with
gold and precious stones, suppliants from
twenty nations thronged to ask for jus
tice or for mercy. But never in that hall
had bent the stately head of the swarthy
Bedouin emir. He laughed to scorn the
men of the walled town, and acknowl
edged no rule save his own free will.
Though fierce was his renown and wide
the terror of his sweeping raids, the sheik
Abon was only a boy of sixteen, lie had
succeeded his father, the old white beard
ed Hassan, when but twelve years of age,
but so active and daring was the young
Arab that he had won a fame that already
more than equaled his father's. In the
whole wide Bedouin land, no braver
warrior than the lithe, sinewy, dark-eyed
Abon grasped bridle rein or urged Hying
steed over the hot desert sands.
And what do you suppose was the
bone of contention between the young
sheik and Bagdad's mighty caliph? One
treasure Abon had for which Haroun
would have given half the gold in his
treasury. In the tent of the desert chief
tain dwelt the fairest, swiftest steed
whose back ever bore rider. In all the
Moslem lands, from the far Indus to
where the bright waters of the Guadal
quiver flashed through the orange groves
of Spain, there was not to be found the
peer of Lalla, the beatiful white steed of
Abon El Mahr.
Straight descended was he from White
Koureen, the famous mare of King Solo
mon, and from the thrice illustrious Hafa
fa, the sable steed of the patriarch Abra
ham, and he was alike the wonder and
the envy of all the surrounding tribes.
Light of foot as the bounding gazelle
was the white horse ; over the soft grass
of the oasis he could pass and yet leave
no hoofprint behind. Shod he was as
with fire, and the swiftness of the light
ning was in every limb. So easy was his
galloping stride that Abon could sit on
his back in full career and drain a cup of
sherbet without spilling a single drop.
Bagdad's mighty caliph had heard of
the peerless steed, and he had sent many
an embassy, with tempting speech and
costly presents, to buy of the Arab chief
the pride and glory of his race. Wondrous
silks and shawls woven ui Persian looms,
gold and jewels of priceless worth, did
great Haroun oiler for the matchless
Lalla, and offered them in vain.
"Go back to your sultan," said the
haughty Abon, scornfully, "and tell him
that if he were to oiler me the gleaming
revenues that come to Bae-dnd in tm
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long years I would not part with the
pride of the desert."
Thus rudely scorned, Haroun Al Bas
chid swore a solemn oath : "Since gold
has been refused, then shall steel buy
the treasure that this boasting robber
holds so dear."
And the great caliph watched there
after for an opportunity to carry out his
vow. More than once did he send out
his bands to intercept the Arab chief,
but they always returned unsuccessful.
Abon El Mahr. was too cunning to be
trapped and, if it came to a trial of speed,
his Lalla could easily outstrip all pursuers.
But one day a black-bearded Moslem,
leader of a caravan that was to trayel
from Bagdad to Alexandria, sought the
audience of the caliph. When he was
admitted to the throne room the trader
hastened to make his errand known.
"O Commander of the Faithful" said he,
"know that I carry much wealth in this
caravan of mine, and I fear the inroad of
that robber Bedouin, Abon El Mahr, who
watches over this route as an eagle the
mountain passes where the young ante
lope gambols. Now I intreat thee to let a
thousand of thy best horsemen accom
pany me on this journey."'
Haroun El Basehid's dark eyes glitter
ed. Here was tin; chance he had long
waited for to gain his end.
"How many soldiers have you of your
own?" he asked the merchant.
"Five hundred," the trader answered.
"That is well," said the caliph. "1 will
send two thousand horsemen, but one
thousand shall go as merchants, wearing
their armor under their tunics. We will
see whether this robber shall always defy
the authority of the successor of the
Prophet."
It was a cunningly devised plan, and
caliph Haroun smiled in his shining black
beard to think how he should entrap
young Abon and his steed.
Little thought had Abon El Mahr of
the caliph's plot against him when he
rode out with his thousand warriors that
night to swoop down on the sleeping
caravan. He knew that a strong force
accompanied it, but the prize was too
tempting to be passed by without a
struggle.
What a trampling and shouting there
was when the midnight raid of the Bedou
ins fell upon the sleeping eamp of the
traders ! They seemed to spring up from
the earth by hundreds, and the trampling
of their steeds and the shouts of the
warriors made pandemonium. But after
the first surprise the desert raiders found'
themselves more than matched in the
stout guardsmen of the caliph.
Fierce was the conflict under the
shining stars. Abon El Mahr and his
peerless steed seemed to be everywhere
in the fight, and his voice cheered on his
men. But vain was the struggle against
overpowering odds, and in the end the
Bedouins were forced to retire, and,
wounded and overborne by numbers,
Abon El Mahr himself and his matchless
steed were captured by the conquering
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