THE RED RUGS OF TARSUS
tious beast. We took him around by a water- wheel which we call the "third degree." It is our final stunt in town-breaking a village horse. The water-wheel stands almost at right-angles with the road. Its little buckets dip up the water and empty some ten feet above into an irrigation trench. The hub of the wheel screeches and the buckets keep up a clank-clank, accompanied by a thud as they go into the water and a sucking sound as they come out. The road is narrow brook on one side and wall on the other. Over the wall pro- trude branches of a tree, wrapped round by hanging vines. It is low bridge for fair. Herbert, leaning over the neck of the fright- ened beast, had all kinds of trouble. We knew the animal had no intention of falling into the stream. Horses don't. The horse, how- ever, refused to pass the wheel. Each time he backed Pony and me some yards down the road. Finally Herbert lost his whip. It fell into the stream. Herbert looked relieved. [63]
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