The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-10-17

ton. It is to assist in this work that
I sent for you"
I spent the whole morning with Les
lie In measuring out the sheeting. In
the afternoon we distributed to each
man a pot Of Liebigs extract and two
tins of condensed milk. Then we
passed thru the rooms to explain the
use and the way of preparing the food.
no returning to the first ward for this
purpose, to our surprise we discovered
that the majority of the patients were
sitting up in bed ravenously eating
with their fingers their respective RAJ
tons of comforts. We never heard
what effect this concentrated nourish-
ment had upon their digestive organs
for we left early the next morning for
Constantinople., But at all events Les
lies patients were for once not robbed.
It was the eve of the New Year. A
bitter frost had set in during the night,
they were soft but few hours
before. The famous, or, rather, in
famous, tower of skulls glistened with
a chastity shiElmer in the bright sun
as we halted~ to inspect the grim
trophy half a league from the town.
This monument Of Turkish cruelty
was the outcome of an unsuccessful
attempt Of the Servians at the. begin
ming Of last century to throw off the
hated Turkish yoke. The wretched
lnsurgent prisoners with their families
were marched to this spot. Men,
women and children were ruthlessly
butchered and decapitated, and their
heads imbedded in the four rwalls Of
cement some fifteen feet in height
In horizontal rows three feet deep
were the remaining relics of these I'M
fortunate people, grinning from out
the lettering walls of the tower.
Many had shrunken and fallen out of
hot So
still visible sticking in the hollow
cavities; the bones had been trodden
into the earth or carried away, by
Jackals and wolves. Leslie picked
up the vertabra of small child He
told me that he could easily tell it's
age, and came to the conclusion that
1T was only years old when some
cowardly ruffan severed it's poor little
head. ~
We travelled all day, toiling over the
rough, frozen roads of the Balkans to
LON Palanka, where we arrived as the
| sun, in a large red ball, set behind the
long row of poplars thanking the pic
turesque' serrated walls of the old
Iurklsh fortress on the left of the
road. A strong aroma of roasting
cotee tlckled our nostrils as we
entered the village, a sign that there
! was possible hospitality somewhere.
~ tracking the perfume of the
fragrant bean we came to the quaint
looking inn facing the main road.
AS we entered it's courtyard dark
ness had fallen, but the bright flare
from the metal braziers on the bal
cony of burning, cracking charcoal
hghted our way to the stables. ..
AS we descended from our voiture
a grateful and hospitable sound was
the crackle of that charcoal under the
fans and bellows of the gaily CARRIED
boys as they converted the black sticks
to the state of white ash necessary ia
its purity for heating purposes.
Inc Inn was evidently we'll patron
lied that night, and rooms were scarce
SO Leslie and I decided to share the
same apartment, one opening-as they
almost all did-on to the balcony of
| the courtyard. -
We Invested ourselves of our furs
and assisted one another at our ablu-
tons, which were very simple. We