The Green Forest tribune., 1900-07-12

wadl. Again two-thlrds of the workers were women; the scenes of the little camp visited the day before were here repeated on a colossal scale. Here were five thousand women carrying pans of mud and mortar on their head, women reduced to mere burden bearers. I saw neither shovels nor picks; each woman simply gathered up the earth in her hands, packed it into sort of dish pan with which she was pro- vided, carried the load on her head to the great embankment, then returned, in line with hum dreds of her sisters, for another load. Thus, with the hands of women, great hole is being dug, and a great wall being built, these two things, the hole and the wall, forming reservoir in the heart of the dreadful desert of India.
 Meanwhile, at more than hun- dred stations missionaries shelter many thousands. Widows and orphans, the aged, and helpless little children, and famine suffer- CTS generally, are given work, are fed and clothed and taught to look up instead of down-all by the wise expenditure of moneys supplied chiefly by the American people. Dr. Louis Klopsch, of The Christian Herald, who is him. self in India, at this moment, journeying from camp to camp, in pony cart or OK -cart, or by any means of transportation the coun- try affords, is, if one may judge by the cordial greetings, public demonstrations and the recogni- ton of the press everywhere in his honor, and in compliment to his philanthropic work here, easi- ly the most popular and most welcome American in India today next to that gracious lady, the Vicereine.
 During the famine of 1897 he sent here more than S400, 1000 and shipload of corn for the relief of the starving. This time he will raise fully one million dol lars.
 He is awaiting the arrival of the relief ship "Quito," chartered by the American Government and loaded with corn by The Christian Herald, which is now on her way here.
 Yesterday at Ahmednagar a gathering of a great multitude of weavers. who had been benefited and whose very lives in some cases had been saved by the money contributed by the Amer ican people, swarmed around Dr.. Klopsch with gifts of sweet smell- ing flowers made up into bouquets and garlands. The interpreter told me that the weavers were metaphorically prostrating them selves in the dust at the feet of the "sahib,'' and begged him to accept the flowers as an express sion of their appreciation of his work. Dr. Klopsch touched the flowers in token of acceptance, and then told the interpreter to announce that he could not con- sent to the decoration, and that if they would kindly excuse him he would personally add 100 ru- pees to the municipal fund for the relief of the poor and needy.
 To return to the great relief camp, where I am writing this, the people work all day, from sunrise to sunset, in the scorch- ing, devitalizing heat, save dur ing the two hottest hours at mid- day. At night they return to their tents of mating little abodes supplied by the Government, and laid out like military camp.
 So much for the dramatic and picturesque side of the famine. The tragic side is a sight that brings tears. If one could de- scribe the awfulness of the tragic scene, the pitiful sight of thous- ands of lives now ebbing away because of the too great lack of food before coming to this haven, if one could unfold before the eyes of the American nation the panorama of the famine stricken portion of India, with it's millions