Samuel Bevan, Once a Week (1863)
“ They are both well-mounted; one on a powerful saddle-horse of Raven’s, the other on his own especial favourite—a black Arab of the purest blood. The moon is up, and the desert stretches beyond and around us, bathed in its cool silvery light. Despite the saddened feelings which precede a long separation, we trot gaily and swiftly along; leaving, far away in the rear, our fellow-travellers in the vans. At the centre, or No. 4 Station, we make a long halt, for a spurt of forty-two miles, whether on horse or dromedary, renders repose needful both for beast and rider. ”
