Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1855-01-17

The HoRRoRs OF WAR.-We make the fol-
lowing extracts from one of the recent letters
of a correspondent Of the London Times,
written in the camp before Sebastopol: =
If any Of our great biologists want to test
the truth of their theories respecting the APP
pearance of the primeval world, or are desir-
GUS of ascertaining what sort of a view Noah
might have had when he looked out of the
ark from Ararat, they cannot do better than
come out here at once. The whole plateau
on which stands "the camp before Sebasto-
pol"--the entire of the angle of land from
Balaklava round to Kherson, and thence to
the valley of Inkermann-is fitted at this mo-
ment for the reception and delectaton of any
lumber of ichthsossur, sauri, and crocodiles
it is vast black dreary wilderness of mud,
dotted with little lochs Of foul water, and
scanned by dirty, brownish, and tawny colored
streams, running down to and along the ra-
vines.
"Chaos has come again" or rather has Just
departed from the scene. A grand plateau of
bog, varying in depth from foot to two foot,
extends from the valley of Inkermann to the
sea at Balaklava 1t is trodden into holes in
every direction by the hoofs of mules, horses
and camels. 1t is SCARED deeply by the wheels
Of carts and arabas, and the white tents dot
ting its surface, and a few white scattered
farm houses, and the snug quarters of Lord
Raglan, contrast strongly with the black pro.
found amid which they rear their straight
outlines. All over its surface are strowed the
carcasses Of horses and miserable animals torn
by dogs, and smothered in mud Vultures
sweep over the mounds in hocks; carbon
crows and "birds of prey obscene" hover over
their prey, menace the hideous dogs who are
feasting below, or sit in gloomy dyspepsia,
with dropped head and dropping wing, on the
remnants of their banquet.
1t is over this ground, gained at last by
great toll and exhaustion, and loss Of life on
the part of the starving beasts Of burden, that
man and horse have to struggle from Balakla-
va for some four or five miles, with the hay
and corn, the meat, the biscuit, the pork,
which form the subsistence of our army
Every day this toll must be undergone for
we are fed indeed by daily bread, and only
get half rations Of it. Horses drop exhausted
on the road, and their loads are removed and
added TO the burdens of the struggling suryi-
vors then, after few efforts to get out of
their Slough Of Despond, tho poor brutes sue
cumb and lie down TO die in their graves
Men wade and plunge about, and stumble
through the mud, with muttered impreca-
tons, or sit down on projecting stone, ex-
hausted, pictures of dirt and woe unutterable
Sometimes on the route the oyerworked and
sickly soldier is seized with illness, and the
sad aspect of a fellow countryman dying be-
fore his eyes shocks every passer. blythe
more because aid is all but hopeless and i'm.
possible.
The want Of clothing, the want of fuel, the
want Of shelter, the want Of food which have
cost the army and the nation so dearly, might,
sincerely and solomnly believe, have been
obyated by small eXertion of ordinary "pre-
voyanco." Tho articles which arc arriving
to-dayin the Delgravia should have been here
long ago, and the supplies we are receiving
daily, however welcome, are late. They viii
be Of service only to those who have survived,