Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1922-06-09

prepared by the National Geographic
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Within "the Zone Of the Straits'-the
strip Of land bordering the Darda-
nelles, the Bosphorus and the Aegean
sea, whose international control is
likely to be altered somewhat by re-
vision Of the treaty of Sevres-lies the
subject of one of the worlds greatest
epics: Troy, where two nations"
fought for the fair Helen.
The Trojan walls, unvisited by the
idle tourist, are still in evidence;
| those same walls that defied the on
slaughts of Agamemnon and Menelaus,
of Ajax, Nestor, Diomed, Ulysses and
Achilles, to fall at last by stratagem.
They remained as a ruined and aban-
doned stage minus it's paraphernalia,
wherein was played so many centuries
ago an insignificant little drama COM
! pared with modern events; but 1t was
| drama so big with human interest
| divinely told that the world has never
known it's equal.
| To be sure, 1t was all In the telling;
| and what would Troy have been with
| out it's Homer? Still, as the theater
of the worlds greatest epic poem, 1t
deserves visit any year, every year.
In the thoughts and emotions 1T re-
wives and stimulates, in the aroused
sense of Indebtedness of all SubSe-
| t,1r on6 Yf " richly o.
paws a visit. The classical student
will leave it in a daze of meditation
upon things more real to him than the
actual things he has seen and touched.
In visiting the ruins Of Troy, one
sets out from the village of Darda-
nelles for a five hours hot and dusty
ride.
After a couple of hours travel
through the plain the road grows
rougher and begins to ascend into billy
country. The traveller realizes that he
should be nearing historic ground
now and he glances around the horizon
| to see if he can identify Mt. Ida, and
toward the sea for first sight of
| Tenedos but no, this is only common
soil. Rounding the summit of the next
rise one sees the road leading down
into Eren Keui, a Turkish village, a
convenient halting place for coffee.
Then the road begins to wind through
the village in a gradual descent until
it makes a sudden jerky little turn
into the open country, and behold the
plain of Troy; not the plain of the his
toric action, but the drainage area
which includes Troy.
To the Hill of IIium.
The road leads straight toward a
ridge in the distance, ''the Hill of
nium,' at the lower point of which
will presently appear the ruins. 1t
was down that identical ridge, or so
one tells oneself that the angry god,
Apollo, strobe toward vengeance,
while the arrows in the culver on his
shoulder changed in Ominous music.
Yonder the summit of Mt. Ida, where
the gods in solemn conclave so often
sat. Away over there, skirting the
ridge Of Ilium, is Simois' stream, or
should be; but the bridge across it
shows upon approach that modern
SimOis is no more than a creek. Worse
than that; following its attenuated
course, less than a mile downstream,
one discovers that 1t ends in morass
instead Of joining the Scamander as of
yore. And the latter stream is scarce
ly less disappointing. for 1t is no more
dignified in size or appearance. In
fact, their sluggish currents united can
scarcely boast of banks except at &C.
casional intervals, for both streams
are now only broad swales merging
with the adjacent plain, with no con-
tinuous current toward the sea except
In seasons of high water, II such are
ever known.
Behold the ruins at lasti A long,
low ridge, some four or five miles In
length, ends abruptly like promon-
tory projecting into the sea, above
which it rises about 80 feet. The ridge
is the so-called "Hill of Ilium," the
sea is the fioodplain Of the Simois and
Scamander, historically known as the
plain of Troy, and the promontory,
with it's crown OF ruins, is Troy itself.
You walk around the ruins and make
the surprising discovery that If the
walking were good you could easily