In the land of Ararat, a sketch of the life of MrsElizabeth Freeman Barrows Ussher, missionary to Turkey and a martyr of the great war . urheart. It is needless to harrow your feelings,but there are two little waifs, sitting now in thesun, in our yard, about whom I must tell were found near our garden gate thismorning, crying from cold and hunger. Theolder, a girl about five or six, had carried hertwo-year-old brother on her back from the Varakmonastery, which had been a refuge for 2000villagers before the Turks burnt it up yester-day morning. Their mother who had two otherchildren to
In the land of Ararat, a sketch of the life of MrsElizabeth Freeman Barrows Ussher, missionary to Turkey and a martyr of the great war . urheart. It is needless to harrow your feelings,but there are two little waifs, sitting now in thesun, in our yard, about whom I must tell were found near our garden gate thismorning, crying from cold and hunger. Theolder, a girl about five or six, had carried hertwo-year-old brother on her back from the Varakmonastery, which had been a refuge for 2000villagers before the Turks burnt it up yester-day morning. Their mother who had two otherchildren to bring, had left them and they fol-lowed on alone as best they could. They spentthe night on the plain alone, and why they didnot freeze I can not see, for the baby had ab-solutely nothing on him but a ragged cottonshirt. The night was very cold. Their handsand feet were blistered and sore, and they wereso hungry that we could not get a word fromthem till after they had had a bath, a warmbreakfast, and some clean clothes. Their motherhas not appeared, and several persons are hunt-ing for her. One of the refugees is the Road Church. FLEEIiXG FKOM .MASSACRE THE CONFLICT 137 Dove,* who had to flee with her father-in-law,leaving her two children with their grand-mother. She came in two weeks ago, and shedid not know till yesterday whether or not herchildren were among those who had their throatscnt by Turks when her village was burned. Yes-terday, at the command of the Vali, the restof the women and children of that village werebrought to the city to be fed. This is in ac-cordance with the plan to make so many mouthsto fill that the food will fail. Aghavni was de-lighted to see her boy again, a beautiful childof four years, whose first word was: Im hun-gry. She then asked about the five-year-oldsister, only to be told that she had died on theway! Aghavnis husband obeyed the summonsto join the army some months ago, and now noone knows where he is. These extracts from Mrs. Usshers di
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