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9. This little boy also has been taken
from the orphanage by friends since the picture was taken. I am sorry that I can not Kive you his name. 10 is seven-year-old Tewflk Cuprlsl. His father was killed in the war. His mother is very poor. 11 is Saba Salih. He also Is seven. His father died of typhus. His mother is earn ing what she can. 12. Wakim Karashi is seven. His father died of typhus. His mother is very poor and has bad eyes. She isn't able to take ??are of this small boy. 9 in toman Constitution was followed in less than a year by the equally atrocious, though less widespread massacres of Adana. Even that paroxysm passed, but it left a chronic evil be hind. Mr. Xoel Buxton, who traveled in Turk ish Armenia a few months before the outbreak of the present war, reported that the "Young Turks" had recklessly followed the Ilamidian policy of arming the Kurds and that a fresh disaster was possible at any moment. "Then ? " and here the narrative takes an awful significance for the Christian American reader ? "Then came the war Turkey entered it on the German side and the crimes began which will be narrated in these pages." It is not practicable to give in a single arti cle the history of what followed. But believing that thousands of intelligent readers who think they have "kept up with the times" are com paratively ignorant of the facts of the most horrible tragedy that ever defaced the history of the world, we make a few extracts from our record: "On a given day the streets of every town were occupied by the local gendarmerie with fixed bayonets, and the Governor summoned all able-bodied men of Armenian race that had been exempted from military draft to present themselves now on pain of death. This in cluded all males between fifteen and seventy years of age, and these were all marched out of the town by the gendarmerie. They had 11 12 been reinforced for the purpose from the jails, and brigands and Kurds were waiting in the hills to murder the prisoners. The first se cluded valley witnessed the wholesale massa cre. . . . "The women, old men and children, who made up the remainder of the Armenian popu lation, were now given immediate notice of de portation within a given term ? commonly a week, and in 110 ease more than a fortnight. All families were to be uprooted and driven off to an unknown destination, while their houses and property were to be transferred to Moslems. . . . "These were people living the same life as ourselves ? towns-people established in their homes for generations, and the chief authors of local prosperity. They were doctors and lawyers and teachers, business men and arti sans and shopkeepers. Their women were as delicate and refined, as unused to hardship, as women in Europe and in the United States." If 1 had room for a description of the hor rors of this exodus, heart and strength would fail before I had transcribed one-tenth of the story. From an official abstract of information con veyed to our own government in reply to the request of the President of the United States, we extract certain particulars which feebly indicate the nature and extent of t lie unutter able anguish of the deportation. ? ? rti ? 1 ? ? ? i . v ''Only a third of the two millions Armen ians in Turkey have survived, and that at the price of apostatizing to Islam, or else, of leav ing all they had and fleeing across the fron tier. The refugees saw their women and chil dren die by the roadside. And apostasy for a woman involved the living death of marriage to a Turk and inclusion in his harem. "The other two-thirds were 'deported.' That is, they were marched away from their homes in gangs, with no food or clothing for the journey, in tierce heat and bitter cold, hun dreds of miles over rough mountain roads. They were plundered and tormented by their guards, and by subsidize bands of brigands, who descended on them in the wilderness, and with whom their guards fraternized. Parched with thirst, they were kept away from the water with bayonets. They died of hunger and exposure and exhaustion, and in lonely plaees the gaurds and robbers fell upon them and murdered them in batches ? some at the first halting place after the start, others after they had endured weeks of this agonizing jour ney. About half the deportees ? and there were at least 1,200,000 of them in all ? perished thus on their journey, and the other half have been dying lingering deaths ever since at their jour ney's end; for they have been deported to the most inhospitable regions in the Ottoman em pire ? the malarial marshes in the province of Konia; the banks of the Euphrates, where, be tween Syria and Mesopotamia, it runs through Bring all ye nations, myrrh and frankincense. As when, with gold and many an orient gem. About the cradled child of Bethlehem Like heaven the holy stable glittered, whence Issued salvation: pour the providence Of earthly kingdoms at the feet of them, Who would a world-wide flood of sorrow stem And, Christ-like, feed the multitude immense! Nor think Armenia only bears the Cross Through deserts wild and up her mountain-chain : But every nation climbs its calvary, And hath its consecration; earthly loss Thousands on thousands find is heavenly gain : So the world-soul renews humanity. ARMENIA By G E WOODBERRY O fair Lord Christ, when yet thy face was young In heaven, and thy witnesses were few, Humble thy Kingdom here, nor yet grace drew Emperors to the breast where Lazarus clung ? When round a dying world thy arms were flung ? Armenia first unto thy mercies flew, To the pure gospel through all ages true, And Him, whose sorrows on the world's cross hung. She, who beheld the glorious covenant, When o'ver the Flood, at the Creative Word, Bright above Ararat sprang the bow in heaven ? What to her agony will thy pity grant? For unto her through faith in thee, O Lord, The thorny crown of Christendom is given.