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speaks for the million men who lay at 

 arms all of that one winter, and for the 

 silent thousands who remained. 



When fugitives and pursuers disap- 

 peared to northward, and the incessant 

 din of cannonading ceased for the first 

 time in six months, the country people 

 crept back to the places where their 

 homes had been. Nothing of their houses 

 remained, and their fields were filled with 

 pits and trenches and dugouts where the 

 troops had hibernated. 



Marshal Oyama gave all the quarters, 

 the dugouts, and their contents to the 

 peasant owners of the soil, and, by the 

 end of March, the little communities had 

 reassembled and were busy with spring 

 plowing. They soon rebuilt their wattle 

 and dab houses, their mazes of mud walls 

 that mean safety, propriety, and orderly 

 life to them, and to this day the man 

 with the hoe and the man behind the 

 plow are turning up unexploded shells in 

 their fields. As they always open any 

 such strange finds with a stone or a ham- 



mer, the mission hospital is never with- 

 out some such gunshot case in its wards. 



In the large sense, the province did not 

 suffer materially by the war, for, while 

 the people were driven from their homes, 

 their property seized or destroyed, and 

 payment rarely made to them for such 

 losses, the presence of those two great 

 bodies of troops stimulated all industries,, 

 and gave employment at high wages to 

 thousands who would otherwise have 

 been idle through the winter months. 



Altogether, the two armies spent more 

 than four hundred million roubles for 

 provisions, clothing, labor, and transport 

 in the province, although sums equivalent 

 to their individual losses did not always 

 come to the same sufferers. The towns- 

 women made money beyond all their 

 dreams by sewing on the fur and wadded 

 garments required for the Russians. 



Country women and children shared irt 

 this silver shower, and the keen Manchu: 

 middleman reversed the old adviccr 

 "cphtchcr le mandarin," and plucked the 

 Russian, cruelly, to the last. 



Photo by A. C. Barlor, Chicago* 



ON THE ISLAND 01? CAPRI 



