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NORTH SHORE BREEZE 
Manchester Brotherhood Hears 
Dr. Washburn on Turkey 
The meeting of the Brotherhood Mon- 
day evening was nearly a record break- 
er in point of attendance, 117 being 
present, that number having been ex- 
ceeded on but one previous occasion last 
winter. Fresident Warner presided and 
after the usual song service and read- 
ing of the minutes of the previous 
meeting by the secretary, EH. F. Pres- 
ton, Rev. Dr. George Washburn was in- 
troduced as the speaker of the evening. 
He was given a very warm reception, 
the entire company standing and giving 
him a vigorous hand clapping. 
In his introduction President Warner 
spoke of the speaker as coming from 
Boston and in opening his remarks the 
Dr. said he wished to correct one state- 
ment—‘‘It is Dr. Washburn from Man- 
chester,’’ which was the signal for 
more applause. ‘‘I am very glad to 
eome here tonight,’’ said Dr. Washburn, 
‘““because my heart and my sympathies 
are with Manchester and the Brother- 
hood. I realize that it is a little early 
in the month to be talking about tur- 
key but the Turkey that I am going to 
talk about is so old and dry that you 
could hardly digest it in one night and 
so I am only going to touch on one fea- 
ture of it and tell you of a few of my 
experiences that I had on a little jour- 
ney I once took in that country, which 
will give you a little idea of what the 
country is like. 
‘“We landed from the steamer at 
Alexandretta and commenced making 
preparations for my journey of 100 miles 
into the country to Marash. Horses or 
mules must be provided for myself and 
attendants and to carry the baggage, 
for you must remember there are no 
railroads and even no carriage roads. 
In fact, there is not even a rough trail, 
simply an unbroken wilderness, and all 
we can do is to get the general direct- 
ion we want to go and then simply 
make our way through the forests and 
over the mountains in that direction. 
‘“We found very few bridges over 
the streams which in most cases had to 
be forded. There were no _ villages 
along the way but we frequently passed 
ancient graveyards and the ruins of an- 
cient villages. Anyone who has not 
traveled by horse-back, knows very 
little about travel. There were no ho- 
tels or inns on the road and we had 
to rely on finding some friendly home 
for a stopping place for the night. The 
first night we found such a home and 
we were taken in and given quarters 
on the second floor. The boards on the 
floor were so widely spaced I had no 
difficulty in watching all that was go- 
ing on below and was interested in 
watching the preparation of my even- 
ing meal. After much discussion they 
decided to cook me a chicken and after 
it had been prepared it was put on a 
platter, but while it was being brought 
to me in my room a dog made a grab 
for the chicken and made a dash with 
it in his mouth out of doors. Then 
there commenced a lively chase after 
the dog by all the members of the 
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family, and after several minutes of 
this, around the house, the dog was fi- 
nally cornered and the chicken secured, 
but in a badly mutilated condition. I 
was curious to see what would be done 
with the chicken as it was in too bad 
a condition to serve and it was finally 
brought up to me all chopped up fine. 
I ate it. My bed consisted of three 
pine boards and my pillow was my 
saddle from my horse. 
‘“We were on our way the next 
morning at daybreak and were soon 
crossing a mountain range five or six 
thousand feet in height. It started to 
rain and it rained harder and harder 
as the day wore on, the wind blew fur- 
iously, and we got pretty well soaked. 
We were cold and wet, and with no 
roads to follow made traveling any- 
thing but pleasant. We finally came to 
a No Man’s settlement, a sort of wan- 
dering tribe, who were living in tents, 
and approaching the door of one which 
I took to be the home of the chief, 
made my appearance before him and 
saluted saying, ‘Peace be to you.’ I 
awaited with some anxiety his return 
of my salutation for if he did not re- 
turn it there was nothing to do but to 
move on and what the consequences 
would be at night I did not know. 
Much to my relief he responded say- 
ing, ‘May you have peace,’ which 
meant that we were welcome. We were 
then invited to partake of such food 
as he had to offer, which was onty 
sour milk and dried apricots. We ate 
them as best we could. 
‘‘My bed was on the floor of the 
tent and during the night I had a ter- 
rible nightmare. I was sleeping on my 
back and when I finally managed to 
wake up I found a goat standing on 
top of me and browsing on my beard. 
But we made out the night and I 
don’t know what we would have done 
but for the hospitality of this wander- 
ing tribe. 
‘‘The next day we went on and 
came to the walled town of Cozza which 
was inhabited by people that had been 
corralled and driven in from the moun- 
tains and forced to live there. Com- 
ing from the healthful air of the 
mountains to the malarial air of the 
plains, half of the number died the 
first year. There were about 5000 
people there at this time. We found 
an empty shop in the village where we 
made our headquarters and the gov- 
ernor sent his courier to see me to see 
if he should call and I told him I 
should be glad to have him call. He 
said he would have to send someone 
else to call first and I said I should be 
glad to have as many call as he wanted 
to send. Soon a man called bearing a 
tray filled with a course dinner and 
everything to go with it and it was 
very nice. Later, after my meal had 
put me in good humor, the governor 
himself came and I was surprised to 
learn that he knew me very well, com- 
ing from Constantinople, his home in 
that city being only a few blocks from 
mine. 
The governor had been sent to 
this city to preside over it and was 
practically in exile. He said he was 
overjoyed to meet a _ civilized man 
again. The next morning we went on 
and reached our destination that nignt, 
100 miles from where we started. 
‘‘After finishing my business we 
started back by a different route, this 
time having the company of three 
young women missionaries who wished 
to have an escort on the journey back. 
Reaching the foot of a mountain range 
our guides left us to go a short way 
to a place where they were to buy 
grain for the mules and were to join 
us at a point up the mountains and 
left us to go on alone. The weather 
had been very hot, the thermometer 
being in the eighties, but in going up 
the mountain it grew cold and before 
reaching the summit we were over- 
taken by one of the most furious snow 
storms I have ever seen. We were be- 
solutely lost as to direction and didn’t 
know what to do. The only thing that 
I could do, I concluded, was to leave it 
to the mules to find the way and select- 
ing the largest and most intelligent- 
looking animal in the lot, I placed him 
in the lead and we plunged on through 
drifts three and four feet deep. It 
looked to me as though we would all 
be dead before morning and as a last 
resort I planned on gathering the mules 
together in a circle and get inside the 
circle ourselves to get what warmth 
we could from the animals, which 
might keep us alive until morning, 
The young ladies, who had screamed 
when they were fording a river, were 
now, in the face of real danger, quite 
calm and composed. I was about to 
call a halt and put my plan into effect 
when my leg rubbed against a stone 
wall and I knew we were safe. It 
proved to be the house that had form- 
erly been the home of the very mule I 
was riding. To his sagacity we no 
doubt owed our lives. 
‘‘There were many other incidents 
that I have not time to tell you about. 
The melancholy thing about the jour- 
ney was to see the desolation and help- 
lessness of the country; a rich country, 
but badly governed under Turkish 
rule. We arrived at the sea shore with 
strong impressions of the wretchedness 
and misery of the people of Turkey 
that we never realized before and it 
is my belief that the Turkish empire 
is doomed, but just what time its dis- 
solution will come we cannot tell.’’ 
At the close of Dr. Washburn’s in- 
teresting talk, Story Wonson of Glou- 
cester, rendered a cornet solo, ‘‘My 
Rosary,’’? accompanied by G. Allyn 
Brown. The tables were then spread 
and an oyster stew served, closing an 
evening of great interest and profit. 
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