Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1917-07-17
VIVID PICTURE Of
MACEDONIAN FRONT
GIVEN BY COREY

WASHINGTON, D. c., July 17-Her-
bert Corey, the war correspondent, in
a communication to the National Geo
graphic Society, gives a vivid pen pic
tire of the Macedonian battlefront. A
part of the communication is made pub,
lie by the society in the following war
geography bulletin:
THE story of Macedonia today is the
story of the Monastir road Along this
Galerius once tramped with their
highway Alexander and Xerxes and
legiOns 1t has been the link between
the Adriatic and the Aegean seas ever
since history was written.
For centuries it has carried its OK
carts with their solid wooden wheels,
and long trains of donkeys and peasant
bowed women under packs. Serbs and
Bulg arian raiders have descended on
Saloniki along it. For thirty centuries
fighting men and peasants and thieves
and slaves have marched its bottom
less mud.
To-day it is Kaleidoscope as it could
never have been in the worst days of
it's bad history. To the ox-earts and
donkeys have been added great cam
ions and whirling cars filled with offic
ers in fur and gold. Natty Frenchmen
in horizon blue, Englishmen in khaki.
Italians in gray green, Russians in
washed gray, bead its surface. Fezzed
Turks are there and Albanians in white
embroidered with black, and Cretans
in kits and tights and tasseled shoes.
"Airmen, so wrapped in furs that
they remind one of tow bears, dash by
in cars that are always straining for
the limit of speed Arabs, perched
high on their little gray horses, direct
trains of the blue carts of the French
army. Gaudy Sieilian carts with Bib
licaI scenes painted on their sideboards
are dragged through the mire.
"Senegalese soldiers, incredibly black
watch with an air of comical bewilder
ment the erratic ventures of donkeys
that seem to have been put under pack
for teh first time Indo-Chinese sold
iers in papagoda-shaped hats, tipped
with brass putter about at mysterious
tasks. Blackish-brown men from Mad
agascar carry burdens. Moroccans in
yellowish brown swing by under shrap-
incl helmets.
New levies marching toward the
front, the sweat beads standing out on
their pale foreheads as they struggle
under their 6O-pound packs, give the
road to the veterans of six months SER
vice-hard, capable, tireless. Overhead
the fiiers purr on the lookout for the
enemy. Big guns lumber along behind
caterpillar tractors. Ammunition
dumps line the road and hospitals dot
it. Girl nurses from France and the
United States and all the British En-
pire ride over it.
Always the ambulances are there.
They are always given the road. The
men who turn out for them anticipate
the day when, in their turn, they will
be riding in a Red Cross car towards
Salonika and home
"At the farther end of the road is
Monastir, taken last winter by the
Allied forces in battle that in any
other war would have been set down as
great. At the sea end of the road is
Saloniki. the Allied base, where Cicero
lived for time and st. Paul shook
the dust from off his feet as testf-
mony against the Thessolonians of his
day, and where Suleiman the Magni-
fcent built the White Tower, in whose
oubliettes boneS still moulder of the
victims of 500 years of Turkish rule.
"At right angles to that road, as
though they were the bent boy of which
the road is the arrow, are half mill
lion fighting men of the Allied forces
Not many in this conflict, perhaps.
Macedonia is rarely mentioned in the
communicates. Yet the British did not
employ so many men in South Africa
during the whole Boer War. In one
day l have counted the uniforms of
twenty fighting peoples on the road.
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