Dewey County advocate. [volume] (Timber Lake, S.D.) 1910-1913, 1913-03-28


dared stray more than a step from it
for fear of being left behind.
The train on which we set out from
Philipopolis, 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-no-
body seemed to know just why. At
one village we waited so 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 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 steamy sigh, resumed its
course .r,.r s. .4.s.i
ForetoId Fate Of Turkey.
We now found ourselves squeezed
into dark corner of the car beside
an official who was going down to
take charge Of the Bulgar postoffice
at Salonika. He confided to us,
though with the skeptical air of
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 a wind
storm and flung flat-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
from the gangway and had
got tumble into the chill waters of
the Black sea-just as the empire It,
self had since got tumble into the
cold waters of defeat. To all of which
we nodded our heads. and nodded, and
when, about 10 p. m. the train drew
up with jolt greater than usual.
and a 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 a sort of cafe.
The place was crowded with hun
cry, 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,
one of couple of pompous
bears in uniform, were two veterans
of the Turkish war Of 1873. their
breasts bright with medals, their
boards bristling with valor and their
heads all but lost in huge fur hats.
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
a captured Turkish Mauser rifle, of
which he was very proud, and his
brass mounted belt was stuck full Of
Turkish cartridges.
Il have son at Tchatalja," he ex-
planned, swallowing with friendly
growl a glass Of hot, yellow liquid
miscalled tea. Il am going down to
tell him never to fall back
However, it was not long before old
Nicola himself fell back-in stupid
ioze. in that smoky, overcrowded
room. Then midnight came, and with
It another train. We started; we
stopped; we bumped about through
the rest of the night. cold. cramped,
heavy with sleep, yet sleepiess. till
finally toward dawn we were drawn
slowly alongside the station of Mus
tapha Pasha. We had crossed thu
and were In Turkey at last.