The log cabin Democrat., 1922-04-03
UNBURIED DEAD
 PILED IN ODESSA
LAST PHASE OF FAMINE
Associated Press Correspondent Gives Vivid Story of Misery in
 Russia.
(By the Associated Press,

OQcSSd, MATCH {. lbS Mdl. )--F I've hundred to 1000 bodies are each week buried in Odessa's newest cemetery, They are carried out in pushcarts by friends or on their shoulders in collins if the deads relatives still have money and affection enough or are transported ln motor trucks. If carried in trucks the bodies are piled nigh like so many broken packages. :. men, women and children all together and all uncovered, barring a few rags.
 At the cemetery the bodies are dumped near d trench and cast there 1n. Sometimes there is no trench It Is yet to be dug. This statement of fact Is not given in criticism The wonder is that the bodies are buried at all and many would not be but for the free Sunday labor of the Communists, donated as party dis eipline.
 To say that the last phase of the bitter story of famine Russia is told ln this cemetery would be common place. Nobody can tell the story of Russia. Perhaps neither Tolstoi no1 Hugo could have done it. Those liv- Ing or visiting here only now and then at odd moments realize what is happening.
 To say that the population of Odessa, though constantly renewed by Jews fearing pogroms in the country Is about one-half its pre-war popula- tion of 500,000 to 600OO0; that con- dltlons are as bad as on the Volga, worse than in Constantinople, or worse than Vienna at it's worst; to say that the life of the people is daily sapped by fear, famine, nervous ness, madness, hopelessness, doesn't mean much. Probably one would have to see this cemetery to under stand.
 Why not go out to our cemetery and look at the mountain of unburied dead, if you wish to know what is 1 happening to us," said a woman to the correspondent.
 The way ran some miles to the northeast of the city's center, through | the Moldavanka suburb, shattered by , the explosion of 1918 in the military warehouses. All along the streets and the road were block after block of stone buildings knocked down. Be yond the wrecked and unused war2- house and factory district lay the burial place on the edge of the steppe
 This is our third and newest cem- etery,' said the guide. "The others were filled long ago."
 There were no bodies above ground 1 At the extremity of the graveyard a peasant bent over a shovel alongside a muddy trench. Called to, he came wading through mud and snow 1 Eighty bodies have been cast in here and l am covering them," he said Then: "I am hungry. l have not been paid for a long time. There are five of Us. None of us have been paid"
 This seemed to be the end of the story. Going back, Russian priest ! stood at the gate, gowned in faded ! black velvet Let me show you something" he said, getting into the automobile. He directed the machine down a macadam road, leading past the cemetery to the open country He brought the machine within few minutes to big motor truck, backed , across the road. It carried some SC i bodies, limp and naked, arms and hands and heads rising here and there, massed like sardines in can The driver explained that he had just come from the railroad station where the bodies had been assembled 1 for him. He pointed to others lying in the mud across the ditch that drained the road. "These l brought yesterday, Only a part have been buried" he said.
 The priest took the car a little fur ther down the road. Here was an other truck, unloading. "I got the bodies at the typhus hospital and the madhouse," said one of the men Sometimes he got his loads from the streets, at house doorways; often babies put there by parents too pool to bury them.
 How many people were being buried? No one could say exactly. A count had once been kept of those executed. Each had been buried with identity cards tied to the hands. But now there were too many and every one was tired.
 On the way back to the city, the priest was set down at his gate. He said he needed pair of shoes but refused money offered. He smiled vague farewell
 On the way back to the city groups of people were met carrying their dead with no sign of mourning. They might as well have been going tc