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THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE 



PART OP THE) BOYISH COMPANY OP VOLUNTEERS WHO TRAMPED PROM ARTEMID 



TO VAN I ARMENIA 



Through winter snows they came to petition the Armenian Governor for real guns with 

 which to defend their homes. The oldest of these boys was twelve. They were self-trained 

 and set out on their six 7 mile tramp without the permission or knowledge of their guardians 

 in Artemid. 



In one huge house carpenters are fash- 

 ioning windows and doors to make more 

 habitable the hovels where the people 

 herd. And tons of matted wool are there 

 being cleaned, carded, and spun for cloth- 

 ing to protect weakened womanhood 

 from piercing cold. 



American charity is at work where 

 miser\' is anesthetised by hope for future 



peace, where barefoot children, trudging 

 through the crunching snow, smile as 

 they swing small blackened pails in which 

 they hope to get some watery soup to 

 soften the black bread on which their 

 lives depend. 



The Governor and I are closest friends. 

 When he was young he ran an elevator 

 in Boston and learned his English from 





