Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1913-03-21

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dared stray more than step from 1t
for fear of being left behind
The train on which we set out from
PhihpopoIis, in addition to carrying
supplies in the cars, carried soldiers
on top of them-mostly young fellows
newly drafted. At every watering
tank we stopped an hour or so-I1o-
| body seemed to know just why. AZ
one village we waited 80 long the sol
diers all climbed down to get the
cramps out OF their legs and. after
wetting their threats at the boiled wa
ter barrel, began to sing, much to
the embarrassment of a group OF vii
lage girls:
''How delicious Is my love
| For the parsons pretty daughter,
And the parsons pretty daughter.
| How delicious she.'
Not as naughty as many soldier
songs: but nevertheless the maidens
fastened away blushing. The youths
laughed. Night came on and the
train, with a steamy sigh, resumed its
course.
Foretoid Fate Of Turkey.
| We now found ourselves squeezed
into a dark corner OF the car beside
an official who was going down to
take charge of the Bulgar postoffice
at Salonika. He conRded to us,
though with the skeptical air of a
man Of the world. how certain signs
had foretold the fall of Turkey, even
before it was known the war was i'm
minent. For instance, a tent which
had been erected for the sultan at a
military review In Constantinople,
was caught in the teeth OF wind
storm and flung fiat-just what had
lately happened to the whole Turkish
army! And again, the crown prince
of Turkey, Isuff Izzedin, while on re-
cent visit to Constanza, had made a
misstep from the gangway and had
got tumble into the chill waters of
the Black, sea-just as the empire IT.
self had since got a tumble into the
cold waters of defeat. To all of which
we nodded our heads, and nodded. and
nodded, and were falling fast asleep.
when. about 10 p. m. the train drew
/ up with jolt greater than usual,
and gruff voice from the black of
the night informed us this was as far
as we went.
Out we dragged our baggage onto
the ground.
please, sir, where do we get the
train for Tchatalja?"
Thus we inquired of every one we
saw except of those who inquired of
/ us first. Nobody knew. Nothing to
do but pile into the railroad station,
where the waiting room had been
turned into sort of cafe.
The place was crowded with hun
gry thirsty soldiers We sat at ia
BILE beside a man who did not care
to talk: he had just got news his
/ brother had been killed. Opposite US,
reminding one OF couple of pompous
bears in uniform, were two veterans
| of the Turkish war of 1878, their
breasts bright with medals, their
boards bristling with valor and their
neaQS all out ICSL III Au6C Aua mats,
whose long hair fell fiercely over their
eyes Being too old for the regular
army, both were volunteers: both had
been wounded and were returning.
One, whose name was Nicola. carried
captured Turkish Mauser rife. of
which he was very proud. and his
brass-mounted belt was stuck full of
Turkish cartridges.
Il have a son at Tchatalja,' he ex-
planned, swallowing with q friendly
growl glass of hot, yellow liquid
miscalled tea. Il am going down to
i tell him never to fall back
However. 1t was not long before old
/ Nicola himself fell back-in a stupid
doze. in that smoky. overcrowded
room. Then midnight came, and with
1t another train. We started; we
stopped; we bumped about through
the rest of the night, cold. cramped.
heavy with sleep. yet sieepless, till
/ finally toward dawn we We're drawn
slowly alongside the station Of Mus
tapha Pasha. We had crossed the
frontier and we're il Turkey at last.