Davenport Horses … See How They Last

By Charles Craver
Copyright 1991 All Rights Reserved
Arabian Visions May 1991
Used by permission of Charles Craver

In 1906, an American newspaperman, Homer Davenport, imported 27 Arabian horses directly from Arabia to this country. Most people who saw the horses recognized them as wonderful horses. There were a few detractors, a good many of whom had horses from other sources which they preferred. To each his own.

The Davenport horses were written about, ridden, publicized, shown, raced, and bred to almost every other kind of Arabian that came to this country. They seemed to do fine regardless of what was asked of them. They had a unique capability as a bloodline: they endured. Everything else that came to this country when the Davenports arrived, as well as a good many that have arrived since then, was crossed in with additional bloodlines to the point that survival of bloodline identity was submerged into the American melting pot from which most current “Domestic” Arabian horses derive.

Not so the Davenports. They indeed were bred to everything else, but ever since their arrival in 1906, a few have been bred to each other. Some foals have always been produced so that the original bloodlines of the importation survived intact without anything else being added to them. The total number of such horses is still scant, but there are more of them now than there have ever been before. Continue reading “Davenport Horses … See How They Last”

To ‘Sir’ with Love

To ‘Sir’ with Love
By Debra Mackie all rights reserved
Used by permission of Debra Mackie

He wove his tale full of adventure and danger and the winning of noble horses. He told of his dreams of noble horses. He told of his dreams of the herd that could be and the realization of that dream as years had passed.

He had spent a lifetime creating this treasured herd – as would those who came after him. He grew silent as he looked across the encampment at his mares and his fiery stallion. Engulfed by his thoughts, he was aware only of thundering hoofbeats echoing through his mind, out onto the desert, and across the sands of time.

Lifetimes later and worlds apart, I also heard the echo of those hoofbeats, not on the desert sand but on Midwestern soil. I saw the vision of a Bedouin’s dream – the southern wind made flesh. I saw a horse named Sir.

These are the images that swept through my mind the first time I saw Sir. As this issue is being dedicted to Davenport Arabians, I felt it would be somewhat incomplete without mention of Sir, who is the senior living Davenport stallion.

At the age of 27, he seems to remain impervious to age. And, “Insh’ allah” (Allah willing), he will remain so for many many years to come.

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