Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1920-07-13

| stood To all night in the crowded
corridor. There was no room to lie
down. The train was lightless.
At Walk, which we reached at one
the next afternoon, we changed for
train going north.
THEN OUR REAL TROUBLES
BEGAN.
BRIBES CONDUCTORS,
DODGE SOLDIERS
On this section a permit to travel
is necessary. We had none. But bv
tipping the conductors, riding on the
steps and by hopping off at every
Wayside station and changing cars,
thus lodging the military inspectors
we reached Petchori without molesta-
tion. Here we alighted. Petchori is a
flag station some ways from the
town. The fields and woods nearby
were full of soldiers, guns and field
kitchens. A farmer put us on the road
to Isborsk, some 25 miles away and
we hiked off across country with our
packs, which included 80 pounds of
black bread apiece.
We walked steadily from three un-
til eight, when we got caught in a
thunderstorm.
Soon we were wet through so
made across fields to a group of farm
houses. We begged for shelter.
SLEEPS ON STRAW
WITH PEASANT FAMILY
Fresh, warm milk was brought to
us, and straw placed on the floor for
us to sleep upon.
At nine the whole family of US,
grandma, father, mother, two young
girls, three chickens, my guide and
were fast asleep in the one-room hut.
At 8 a. m. we were on our way
again. Some hours later, while rest
ing by the roadside, young Russian
overlook us. A packet of American
cigarets made him our friend.
This Russian was bound for home
His father had a farm about half a
mile from the frontier. A lucky meet
ing it afterwards turned out. He
would take me to Pskoy@ for five
thousand marks.
We were now in the military zone,
for it is an armed peace that exists
between Esthonia and Russia. Field
telephone wires were strung along
the roadside. Every once in while
we met mounted patrols.
OLD TAX RECEIPT
SERVES AS PASS
At Isborsk we were stopped. In
this ramshackle, shell-torn and filthy
old village, with its magnificent gold
and blue-domed Russian church nest
ling within the glistening white walls
of a thousand-year-old monastery, we
were challenged.
There is a military headquarters
! here.
However the two sentries let US
pass on the strength of run-out
hermit to reside in Reval and New
/ York income tax receipt.
/ At two in the afternoon we were
1 in the Young Russians home, from
one window of which could be seen
| the barbed wire that separated Eed
Russia from the outside world
I was told to remain under cover
until after dark.
PIG SUCKS HIS
SHOE ALL NIGHT
tried to snatch forty winks on
bag of straw, but sleep was out OF the
question. A healthy young pig called
! "Yudee," after Yudendlteh, Would
persist in sucking the toes OF my
shoes. =.
About seven visitors arrived:
Neighbors, bearded and blond mou-
iiks. barefoot girls, boys in blouses
voung and old women, came in to
look at the man from America.
The men were interested in nv
plug tobacco; the women fascinated
with my chocolate and sugar.
At eight I bade goodbye to my
guide from Reval and, in company
of the Young farmer and a girl in
string sandals and a sack slung over
her back, made my way out through
the farmyard into very soggy and
newly-ploughed field. !,
We went off silently. We could
hear shots in the distance. The
/ half mile to the barbed-wire took ar
hour TO cover. Most of the time ws