Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1912-11-29
PAINTS STAMbOUL
AS CITY OF SORROW
CORRESPONDENT TELLS OF SICK.
ENING SIGHTS HE WITNESSED
ON THE STREETS.
CHOLERA, DYSENTERY, ,TYPHUS
The Floors of Beautiful Mosques Are
Strewn With Stricken Soldiers
and Refugees, Some Dead,
Others Ready to Follow.
BY the Special Correspondent of the |. NJ.
S. and the London Chronicle.

Constantinople, Turkey.-It has been
at times difficult to think of this
as doomed city," a description
which every journalist in the world
must by now have applied to Constan-
tinople. Here one can live through
the exciting days as though the war
were the remotest of horrors. One
must go out and seek if one would
touch the fringe of its river, to see
"the red laugh of war" In Pera is
peace. The restaurants, cafes and
music halls suffer scarcely at all.
CARAVAN OF MISERY.
Leave Pera and Galata behind, throw
a small coin to one of the crowd Of toll
gatherers who guard either of the gates
aeros 1e Golden Horn and you enter
the w.. scene. Across the bridge streams
a train of rough wagons drawn by oxen
with painful sIowness. One by one these
carts, with those who accompany them,
are taken aboard ship to be sent to Asia
till the vessel Is packed to its utmost ca
paclty; then in hopeless calm the fore
most of those left sit down-people and
anlmals-where they stood to wait. It
may mean to them cold night without
food or shelter.
EndIessIy this caravan of misery, bound
to no one knows where, stretches over
the bridge through the narrow, twisting,
rank smelling streets of Stamboul, past
the gates, beyond the walls of the city.
From the horizon 1t pours strangely on
ward, hopeIessly looking not back, ex-
pecting only the dawn of nothing.
CHOLERA, DYSENTERY, TYPHUS.
In this pouring tide of war every crazy
wagon bears the wreck of a homestead,
the poor miserable salvage from peas
ant home. Everything which would not
pack and pack quickly into the wagon was
left behind. In the panic Of these re-
fusees who fled before the rumor of APP
preaching war there was not always time
to gather the whole family together.
found mothers and fathers who had no
Idea where their children were. There
we're children hanging ON despaIrlnay to
the wagons Of other families, their fathers
and mothers miles away in the Impene
trable confusion. They have no story to-
tell these refugees. They fled likely at
night from their homes. They mutter
that they have been living without food,
tramping over roads hard, now deep in
mud.
Many have been stricken down by swift
and merclful one thinks, disease. Only
the weather has been kind. Look Into
the wagons and one is almost certain to
find some one III with cholera, dysentery
or typhus lying on filthy rags and ter
rlbly shaken In the sprlnsIess cart as II
lumbers over the rough road. Now ana
then some poor wretch will rush from a
cart trying to find the nearest water.
| After a short, errlns struggle the victim
Will fall down and wrlthe for a time and
then lie still The war has claimed an
other victim.
MOSQUES FILLED WITH VICTIMS.
| Nowhere are such hldeous sights to be
seen as within the sacred Stamboul
mosques Round the buildings are the
refugees, many thousands struck down by
| the disease which can only mean death.
In Stamboul the great mosque OF st.
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Kills Wife TO Stop Suffering.
Paris, France. = Yielding to his
| wife's pleadings that she be put to
death to end her suffering after she
1 had twice attempted to commit suicide
| M. Beguery, sexagenarian, killed her
with three revolver shots at their
home in Sannois near this city. M
Beguery Immediately surrendered to