The daily morning journal and courier., 1898-05-14
NEW HAVEN BRANCH.
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 cents. will kill you with the sword" And after that little preface they would do as they had said. All through the streets wherever man could be found, wherever a boy could be found wherever any one who was capable of work or of supporting a family or be- ing useful to the community was found, he was killed like a dog-worse than a dog.
 At the end of that week, when the people were able to go to their homes, they went, not to homes, but to bare walls that had been through the fire that had been robbed of everything they held, to houses and vineyards that had been rendered useless. They went not only to these bare walls, b ut they went to immediate fear of terrible fate at the hands any wandering Kurd or Turk who might come their way. They went to find, when they tried to get the members of their fami- ly together, that father, brother, hus- band, had been killed How many of those children who came to school on that beautiful Monday morning never saw father or brother again. One of bur teachers, a girl who had been edu- cated in our school, who came from a very respectable, well-to-do heather family, came in the morning, leaving a father, uncle, mother, aunt and brother at home. This was a comfortable home, with plenty of money stored away in the walls of the house, and plenty of everything that goes with t he Armenian sense of comfort and wealth. TO1fr HI1o her family her father had been be- trayed, had been asked for money, and 5 when, for the sake of protection, he said he would give it, he was taken into the house, his throat cut, and his body thrown out into the garden to serve as prey for dogs. The uncle also was taken as a possible person who knew where more money was stored. He was taken to the roof of the house and there brutally killed and his body thrown down from the roof. The en- tire house was sacked, robbed and loot ed. So that home was broken up for her. And so many of the children in our schools never went back to the homes from whence they came.
 But beyond our own there were scores and hundreds of children, not simply i'll the city but all through that province, north, south, east and west where this same holocaust swept; in every village, in every house, in every hut in the pro- vince was the same sword and the same fiendish cruelty. After a few days not only were our premises and the neighboring streets and vineyards filled with those from the city, our old neighbors and friends, but there came in a more miserable, a more sorrow 3 stricken, terror stricken company from the far villages. Bringing their wound ed, their sick, their little children al- most naked, hungry, forlorn, perfectly frantic with fear, they camped round about us. We tried to do what we could for them. We had, thank God and thank the benevolent Americans and the benevolent English people-we had the money and we had the bread and clothing, and we had to some ex- tent the room and medical appurte- nances with which to care for them.
 So they came, and we began to feed them, six, seven and eight thousand With this beginning we ran up to twen- ty thousand, to whom every day for a long time we were giving either half a loaf of bread or portion of soup daily Then they had to be clothed to a certain extent, but we only had time to give them the bare covering that they needed We had to take in the wounded, and that was the most terri bIe part of it all. It was terrible to see these poor men as they came to our hands soon after they had been wound ed, while their wounds were fresh and comparatively easy to care for. But, oh the horrors of those people, not only men, but women and children, who were brought from villages three, four and five days away, who had been perhaps ten days or two weeks on the way. I will not even try to give you an idea of the extent to which human bru- tality could go. It used to seem to me really that it was the work of fiends, actual fiends, and not the work of those who ever were made in the divine image.
 To see the little children, that was the hardest of all. I remember one little boy who was sitting in his m others underground kitchen, nd he didn't know that anything special was going on the first day of the massacre, when suddenly a Turkish soldier stuck his head in the window. He saw this boy sitting there, only twenty feet from him, and took his rifle, aimed it at the poor little fellow, and shot through both thighs. Fortunately though I do not see how it happened, the bones es- capped, though the passing of the bull lets they use tore holes through the flesh into which you could almost put your hands. He was brought in, and for weeks and weeks the poor little fellow used to come eve- ry day to have these wounds dressed. No one else could dress them; my as sistants could never manage him; he wanted the doctor. He thought she treated him more tenderly than the others; so that little fellow, even after his wounds were almost well, was one of my steady patients who never failed me in the morning. Then another lit tie boy of about twelve came in with a terrible gash in the back of the neck. Some brute drew a sword as he was fleeing and brought it across the back of his neck making a wound two inches deep almost through the muscles, and that poor boy had to go about with his head in a brace and with that terrible wound, every step giving the most in-