The Washington times., 1905-08-22
Suffering and Defeat
Drove Russians Mad
Horrors of War on fields in Manchuria
Graphically Described by an Officer Who
Lived Long Enough to Tell the Tale.

The following translation from the
Russian Of an officer writing in the ST.
Petersburg Bourse Gazette appears in
the Globe of London. 1t shows one of
the many saddening pictures that have
been sent to Russia from Manchuria:
1T all took place one night after an
engagement. which had gone against US,
al usual We were in camp. All around
me were tired men with sad faces and
weary hearts To make matters worse,
all our food supply was exhausted; there
was not a field hospital anywhere near
US. and there was no fuel for making a
camp fire.
''All the baggage had disappeared lit
orally into the earth. for nobody knew
where 1t was. There were twenty-five
degrees of cold; ones skin cracked and
began to peel off, and the blood in ones
veins seemed to become Jumps of ice. In
such circumstances it would have
meant a certain death to have stood still
or to have given way to wearlness-
Died During Night.
LAS it was many OF the men did not
survive that night Just picture our ter
rible plight. If you can; just picture ten
thousand men huddled closely together,
ten thousand men from among whom
came only the heavy tramping of their
feet on the hard, frozen ground. Besides
the tramp of feet. there was not sound,
not even a whisper
"The stragglers who had found their
way to the camp said that in the open
country to right and left. In front, and
in their rear. they had heard cries for
help, wailing and lamentation, groans
and signs from our wounded, who had
been left behind IN the darkness far
from the main force, they wanted 70
catch up with their comrades, but such
of them as could manage to walk had no
means of helping the weaker ones TO
behind 10 their fate. For what could
have been done with them? low was 1t
possible TO help them?
No Help for Wounded.
% We must get together the wounded
I cried aloud: we cannot leave hem to
die without trying to help them. Who
will come with me?' There was no an
swer So I went up to the colonel, who
just turned his back on me. Then I tried
TO speak with the general; he passed by
me without saying one word. A surgeon
of high rank replied 10 NE when l told
him what l wished to do: w nat are we
to do with the men? We have no
stre1chers: we have no drugs: we have
nothing. So you mad better leave them
alone IN peace. Good night.
Not sympathetic word was to be
had anywhere. The feeling of pity
was quenched. ana nobody shuddereu
any longer at the most horrible sights.
Everywhere was a deadened indiffer-
eEee. From the generals down 10 the
common soldiers everybody knew that
perhaps IL would be his turn tomorrow.
Still l found few sparks Of feeling
among them. l managed to scrape
together q few stretchers. and about
Il hundred of the soldiers followed me
as I struck out of the camp into the
intense blackness of the night.
Was Guided by GToans.
I'VE lighted torches, but We had
scarcely need of them, for after we
had marched for about an hour the
groa:ls of the wounded were better
guide TO Us than were our torches.
which were swept about by the wind
in all directions and threatened to &c
out every moment Every now and then
we pulled ourselves up shortly like