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- $Title{True Stories Of The Great War
- IX - Wolves Living On Carcasses In Mountain Passes}
- $Subtitle{}
- $Author{Gordon-Smith, Gordon}
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- $Subject{serbian
-
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- $Date{1917}
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- Title: True Stories Of The Great War
- Book: With The Serbian Stoics In Exile - Under The German Yoke
- Author: Gordon-Smith, Gordon
- Date: 1917
-
- IX - Wolves Living On Carcasses In Mountain Passes
-
- In the mountains just before Puka I discovered the first trace of
- wolves. The carcasses of dead horses, which were now numbered by scores,
- showed signs of having been torn by them. A part of the French aviation
- corps, which was preceding us, got lost in the snow and darkness, and had to
- spend the night in the open without protection. A dozen were frostbitten,
- but no fatal casualties. After six days we finally reached the Drina again,
- a swiftly flowing stream.
-
- Thence the march to Scutari may be summed up in the word mud - mud of
- the deepest and most tenacious kind, sometimes only reaching to the ankles,
- sometimes to the knees, but it was always there.
-
- The twenty-five miles between the Drina ferry and Scutari represents
- physical effort of no mean order. It was the finish for scores of
- unfortunate pack horses. During the last two days they got practically no
- food. On these days we found dead horses every hundred yards. When at last,
- at 4 in the afternoon, we came in sight of the towers and minarets of
- Scutaria every one heaved a sigh of relief. The streets presented a
- wonderful sight, being thronged with Serbian soldiers, mixed with French
- aviators, men of the French and Serbian medical staff and scores of the Red
- Cross unit - British, French, Russian and Greek.
-
- Scutari's normal population of 40,000 had been increased by 100,000
- Serbian and other refugees. Food was running scarce, and there were
- practically no accommodations. The unfortunate diplomatic corps was
- scattered all over in such lodgings as could be found for it. The
- headquarters staff took possession of the Hotel De la Ville. I learned the
- Danube division, which had entered Albania by Montenegro, had performed the
- miracle of saving part of its field artillery.
-
- . . . . . . .
-
- The fate of Serbia was worse than that of Belgium, for to King Albert's
- subjects there always remained France, England and Holland as havens of
- refuge. For King Peter's people there was none. On the one hand, the
- inhospitable mountains of Montenegro offered a barrier which the starving
- people were powerless to cross. On the other was the desolation of the
- snow-capped peaks of Albania, with a population sullenly hostile to Serbia
- and everything Serbian.
-
- But even if they had been willing to welcome them with open arms they
- could not have helped them, as the mountaineers of Albania live themselves
- all their lives on the ragged edge of starvation. The catastrophe,
- therefore, was beyond human aid, and Serbia had to drink the cup of
- bitterness to the dregs and witness the foundering of all that was left of
- her manhood and national wealth. It was the death agony of one of the
- bravest nations in Europe, of a people who had for five long years fought
- four victorious wars for its national existence, and at last succumbed to a
- combination of forces three times stronger than itself.
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