Photograph by Herbert Corey 



MACEDONIAN TYPES AT SOUBOTSKO ON A MARKET DAY 



"But there is always something at hand which marks this land as the East. ... It may 

 be a cynical and discontented peasant in a town that has escaped injury." 



gained in five years of almost constant 

 fighting. Another' factor was the spirit 

 of the men. They no longer hoped for 

 anything for themselves. They expected 

 to die. Those who still remain expect to 

 he killed in action. But they intend that 

 the bill of Serbia shall be paid. 



If one could forget the foreground, a 

 Macedonian winter landscape would re- 

 mind one of Wyoming or Montana. 

 There are the same brown, shallow swells 

 with patches of scrubby brush. There 

 are the same washed-out ravines, the 

 same distant hills clothed with dark 

 wood, while here and there a great bare 

 eminence thrusts upward. Shepherds 

 herd their sheep within sound of the 

 guns. Women wash their clothes at the 

 river side, and do not even look up when 

 the infantry tramp by on the Monastir 

 road. Little black, galloping figures 

 might be cowboys if the glasses did not 

 prove them to be uniformed men. 



But there is always something at hand 

 which marks this land as of the east. It 

 may be a Turkish drinking fountain 



through whose old pipes the water still 

 trickles. Perhaps it is a Turkish grave- 

 yard — neglected, weedgrown — among 

 whose tumbled stones the cattle graze. 

 It may be a cynical and discontented 

 peasant in one of the towns that has 

 escaped injury. 



"Neither Bulgar nor Serb," said one 

 such old woman, defiantly, when we left 

 the Monastir road at Dobraveni. "I am 

 Macedonian only and I am sick of war." 



MASTERLESS DOGS ROAM THE BARREN 

 HILLS 



And everywhere are the dogs. In this 

 country of shepherds every peasant's cot- 

 tage has a moving fringe of dogs. In the 

 East the dog is neither fed nor petted, 

 so that he feels himself outcast and de- 

 spised. During this war first one army 

 and then the other has swept over north- 

 ern Macedonia, driving the peasants be- 

 fore them. The dogs have been left be- 

 hind. At night one hears them howling 

 on the desolate hills. 



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