The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1876-08-15
A Thrsslins Scene.
ONE OF THE VICTIMS OF TURKISH BARBARiT1
TlIf Q rIER STORY.


A Thrilling Scene.
ONE OF THE VICTIMS OF TURKISH BARBARaTY
TELLS HER STORY.
The Daily Neaos correspondent ut Prince
Milan's headquarters, writing on the 20th
Nltimo, says:
Every tongue is charged and every heart
is full OF well-authenticated tidings OF TURK
ish atrocities committed on the lnonenSlve
peasant folk Of the frontier villages III dis
tricts where there can he no preteacc for
severity for military reasons. The men are
gone from the villages OF the Greuze; the
victims arc the miserable women and hapless
children. Burning, wrecking, butckc1y, and
violation constitute to oil appearance the en-
Joined functions OF the merciless Bashi-
Bazouks and rufianly Redifs, whom the
Turkish commanders, keeping in fixed po-
sitions their regular troops, let loose with
letters OF marque to practice the utmost in
genuity Of deyiltry. From the frontier dis
trict between Nisch and AlcXinatZ come
now similar tidings to those l telegraphed
the other day rs having been sent by Alenl-
pics from the western frontier about Bellina.
No man who is not obstinately determined
to be incredulous can question the truth OF
these statements. Officers and soldiers
who come down from the front au-
thenticate them with tales OF burnt
villages which they have seen, the man
gled bodies Of children lying in the gut
tars among the charred dfh'iS, head
less trunks OF Seryian soldiers in places
where there has been fighting, men in the
up-country hospitals, with noses slit by
knives as they lay helpless from their
wounds. In the course OF an afternoons
ride Yesterday found my way into little
village on the hill slope, about the door OF
one OF the houses in which there was
group of women and children, with here
and there an old man-all the ahle-bodled
men are away to the war. Tn the settle
under the projecting caves, there set Wo-
man, dragglcd, miserable, and fdrlorn, with
n boy about twelve years ola stanalns %!
her side; and around them tho people
had formed a scmi-circle, and were look
ing on with strange concerned pa
thence OF silence. The woman, too, was
silent: she sat there in an apathetic revere
OF dcspondency, with her eyes on the
ground and one arm around the boy. One
OF the women whispered something to my
companion, a Serbian officer. whose lace
flushed, and whose mouth set sternly at the
low recital. Dismounting, lie approached
the woman, and, speaking to her, started
her from her abstraction. AS he spoke, Ut
first she was asleep seemingly ana manner
ent s.: her aspect was that OF onewlth no lnteI-
est in anything. But at length she kindieu'
and with flashing volub.ify poured 1orth
the terrible story OF her wrongs,
which INV companion hur1iedly and by
scraps translated to me- Delicacy, after al.
is relative term. An English woman. II
she could have brought herself Mt all to tell
the shameful story of outrage and lndlgnny
which this miserable creature had TO re-
count OF herself, would have spoken OF her
degradation and its details with trembling
lip and downcast eye. Not surely the less
did this Sclayc woman CULVER with the
agony of her involuntary degradation be-
cause she told us OF there before
the peoplc-with shril voice and flash
ing yolubility of utterance. The per-
sonal olltragcs to which she had
been subjected cannot be written down
i'm their horrible crcumstantiality; but you
may realize how the recital thrilled her all-
dicnce. If YOU recall the shudderjng spasin
that yibrated through England when the
earliest tidings, happily in one item OF afro
city which they comprised not true,
reached us OF the opening scenes OF
the Indian mutiny. Her cottage had
been burnt before her eyes; OF three
children she had seen onc-her baby
tossed about from soldier to soldier,
and then flung into the flameSs OF
the second she knew nothing; the third, the
lad who was now with her had made
his escape timeously, and joined her, from
out the cover OF Il wood after she had been
allowed to drag herself away from the scene
of deyilrv. Her relatives lived, she said, III
one of the hamlets Of the golubinge uplanas
and She had tramped thus far on her way to
shelter herself among them. Her husband
had left for the army since the earliest days
OF the war, and she knew nothing OF hls
whereabouts. Their cottage had been on
the upland near the Grumada Pass. 1t is not
far from this section Of the extreme south
eastern corner OF Serbia, where is, or rather
was, the village OF Loiun, OF which Co!onei
Proich Yesterday reported from AlcNlnatZ
that the church, school, and houses had
been burned. Poliana, another village in
the same angle, is also reported by the same
authority to have been desolated in similar
manner. Now, apart altogether from the
mere atrocfy OF these outrageS, they are
curious illustrations OF the exceptional
character OF this war. The villages thus
desolated are inside the Servian from
tier. But the Serbian troops are in positions
considerably outside the Serbian frontier in
this same direction; so you have the Turks
in detached parties, not only between the
Serbian columns and their frontier line, but
actually, after fashion, reprisals in the
shape Of a mutual invasion. 1t is Just as II,
when the Germans were holding the coun-
try around Metz, bands Of French soldiery
had been desoating the German villages OF
Duttweiler and Neunkuchen and the dis
trict generally inside the valley Of the Saar
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