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lie had an awful experience. In a remote part of 

 the plain he came across a huge young Russian badly 

 wounded and unable to walk. For over an hour 

 Collins tried his utmost to lift that unfortunate youth 

 on to his horse, but the Russian was very heavy, while 

 Collins is small and slight. To crown all, the horse 

 was one of those extremely restive Japanese animals, 

 there was no tree to tie it to, and there was no help 

 in sight. Only the dreary, deserted, and frozen plain 

 of Manchuria stretched out in all directions. Finally 

 Collins had to abandon the struggle. He gave the 

 Russian his brandy flask, and the two men grasped 

 hands in silence. They could not speak each other's 

 language, but the tears in both their eyes said all that 

 was necessary to say. \Vhen Collins came back with 

 help the Russian had been frozen to death." 



IN TURKEY. 



After his release Mr. McCullagh came to Europe, 

 and accompanied Count Wiiteto Rortsmouth, in the 

 United States, where peace was signed. He returned 

 with Count Witte to Russia, and witnessed the later 

 scenes of the Russian revolution. He acted as Russian 

 correspondent of the Nat' York Times for three 

 years. Russia then became too quiet for his restless 

 spirit. The 'I'urkish revolution attracted him to the 

 Balkan peninsula, where he travelled through Bosnia, 

 Montenegro, Servia; and Bulgaria. His usual good 

 luck never failed him, for he found himself in Con- 

 stantinople when the counter-revolution was engi- 

 neered from Vildiz Kiosk. He witnessed the 

 triumphal entry of Mahmoud .Shefket Pasha at the 

 head of the Macedonian army. He was then cor- 

 responding for the New York Times. In 1910 

 Methuen published his book, " The Fall of Abdul 

 Hamid," to which Mahmoud Shefket contributed a 

 jireface. This also was well received. It is one of 

 the best narratives of the end of the Hamidian 

 reign. 



.Soon after he returned to London he was off to 

 Lisbon to describe the Portuguese revolution. On 

 behalf of the Neio York JVorM he thrice visited Spain 

 and Portugal, keeping watch on the Royalist.s, who 

 were intriguing for a restoration. 



AT AGADIK. 



Then hewas despatched to Agadir, after the raiitlier. 

 He says : — 



" I was promjitly e.xpclled from Agadir by Kaid Gil- 

 hooley, a Moorish chief, who is evidently of Hibernian 

 descent, for, though a Mohammedan and as black as a 

 coal, he keeps St. Patrick's Day, possesses a most pug- 

 nacious disposition, and wears a green turban which 

 looks like an old National League flag. I am also 

 afraid that (iilhooley drinks, for I presented him with 

 a bottle of alleged Irish whisky which I had bought 

 at Casablanca in the shop of an Italian Jew. On 

 discovering on this bottle the alarming legend ' Made 

 in Poland,' I decided to present it to the Kaid, since, 

 being a Mohammedan, he would not taste it. 

 Ciilhooley accepted it with alacrity, and said that he 



wanted to keep it as a curio. But I am afraid that 

 he must have sampled it, and that this accounted for 

 the sudden change in his attitude towards me, for 

 in a wild burst of fury he expelled me. I am glad 

 that I got off with my life, for that whisky must have 

 been awful stuff." 



Mr. McCullagh described his adventures on the 

 Morocco coast in the U'es/mins/er Gazette. On his 

 return from Africa the Ne^o York World sent him off 

 to Tripoli to report the Italian invasion. Hence he 

 was on the spot when the massacres of October 

 took place. 



II.— HIS TESTIMONY. 



Of what he saw and heard and did in Tripoli it is 

 best to let him tell his own story as he told it in 

 the Memorial Hall, London, on Monday night, 

 November 20. 



I was in the chair, or at least on the platform, for 

 owing to the excital)ility and volubility of the 

 Italians present I was as often on my legs appealing 

 for order as in the chair. 



Mr. McCullagh (received with loud cheers), said : — 



" I am not going to deliver an oration. I come here 

 as a witness. I have ,been brought here by two 

 policemen. One is my own conscience, the other is 

 the chairman. 



" I am not pro-Arab nor anti-Italian. I went to 

 Tripoli from Morocco, where the Arabs had given 

 me no reason to love them, and when I got to 

 Tripoli my imagination was powerfully impressed bv 

 the return of the Italians to their old colony after an 

 absence of some one thousand five hundred years. 

 Tripoli was for a long time a Roman colony. One 

 of the Cpesars was born there. In the town of Tripoli 

 is a triumplial arch of Marcus Aurelius. It has, by 

 the way, been converted into a shop, over which is 

 displayed a signboard indicating that it is a cinemato- 

 graph show. The only business carried on inside, 

 however, is the sale of intoxicating liquor. 



" At the corner of every street there are splendid 

 Roman pillars built into the walls. My imagination 

 would indeed have been sluggish if it had not been 

 excited by the return of the race which had built 

 those eternal Roman roads, raised those tall and 

 lonely aqueducts in the desert, erected those splendid 

 temples to the Roman gods. I was so impressed 

 that 1 did the most risky thing I ever did as a war 

 correspondent : I wrote poetry. (Laughter.) 



" .\ man with such feelings cannot be described as 

 anti-Italian. Judging, however, by the fact that a few- 

 moments before I came here I was challenged to a 

 duel by an Italian gentleman, it is evident that I ain 

 regarded in some quarters as a bitter enemy of Italy. 

 (Italian interruption.) Ladies and gentlemen, it is 

 love of Italy which makes me speak as I do and 

 makes me write as I do. (Loud cheers.) 'I'he worst 

 enemies of Italy are those who try to hush up these 

 horrors — (loud cheers) — and would leave such a 

 man as General Caneva in command of a gallant 

 army. 



