w off their feet or else hammer
nails into them just as they do in shoeing horses. When they die, the
soldiers cry: 'Now let your Christ help you.'"

Memorandum forwarded by a foreign resident at H.: "On the 1st of June,
3,000 people (mostly women, girls, and children) left H. accompanied by
seventy policemen. The policemen many times violated the women openly.
Another convoy of exiles joined the party, 18,000 in all. The journey
began, and on the way the pretty girls were carried off one by one,
while the stragglers from the convoy were invariably killed. On the
fortieth day the convoy came in sight of the Euphrates. Here they saw
the bodies of more than 200 men floating in the river. Here the Kurds
took from them everything they had, so that for five days the whole
convoy marched completely naked under the scorching sun. For another
five days they did not have a morsel of bread, nor even a drop of
water. They were scorched to death by thirst. Hundreds upon hundreds
fell dead on the way, their tongues were turned to charcoal, and when,
at the end of five days, they reached a fountain, the whole convoy
naturally rushed towards it. But here the policemen barred the way and
forbade them to take a single drop of water. At another place where
there were wells, some women threw themselves into them, as there was
no rope or pail to draw up the water. These women were drowned, the
dead bodies still remaining there stinking in the water, and yet the
rest of the people later drank from that well. On the sixty-fourth
day, they gathered together all the men and sick women and children and
burned and killed them all. On the seventieth day, when they reached
Aleppo, there were left 150 women and children altogether out of the
whole convoy of 18,000."

APPENDIX III

LINES WRITTEN BY A SOLDIER IN THE

ENGLISH ARMY ABOUT MARCH, 1916.

_Christ in Flanders_

"We had forgotten You or very nearly,
You did not seem to touch us very nearly.
Of course we thought about You now and then
Especially in any time of trouble,
We know that You were good in time of trouble
But we are very ordinary men.

And there were always other things to think of,
There's lots of things a man has got to think of,
His work, his home, his pleasure and his wife
And so we only thought of You on Sunday;
Sometimes perhaps not even on a Sunday
Because there's always lots to fill one's life.

And all