 the storms and
debris of winter, again took form and motion, and the fresh bundles of
wool, cotton, flax, and hemp, in the waiting widow's hand brought
hopeful visions of the revival of industries which should not only
clothe but feed.

At length, in early June, the great grain fields of Diarbekir, Farkin
and Harpoot valleys, planted the year before, grew golden and bowed
their heavy spear-crowned heads in waiting for the sickle. But no
sickles were there, no scythes, not even knives, and it was a new and
sorry sight for our full-handed American farming men, to see those
poor, hard, Asiatic hands, trying by main strength to break the tough
straw or pull it by the roots. This state of things could not continue,
and their sorrow and pity gave place to joy when they were able to drain
the cities of Harpoot and Diarbekir of harvest tools, and turned the
work of all the village blacksmiths on to the manufacture of sickles and
scythes, and of the flint workers upon the rude threshing machines.

They have told me since their return that the pleasantest memories left
to them were of those great valleys of golden grain, bending and falling
before the harvesters, men and women, each with the new sharp sickle or
scythe--the crude threshing planks, the cattle trampling out the grain,
and the gleaners in the rear as in the days of Abraham and Moab. God
grant that somewhere among them was a kind-hearted king of the harvest
who gave orders to let some sheaves fall.

Even while this saving process was going on, another condition no less
imperative arose. These fields must be replanted for the coming year, or
starvation had been simply delayed. Only the strength of their old time
teams of oxen could break up the hard sod and prepare for the fall
sowing. Not an animal--ox, cow, horse, goat or sheep--had been left. All
had been driven to the Kourdish mountains. When Mr. Wood's telegram
came, calling for a thousand oxen for the hundreds of villages, some of
which were very large, I thought of our not rapidly
the storms and 
 debris of winter, again took form and motion, and the bracing pile of 
 wool, cotton, flax, and hemp, in the waiting widow's hand brought 
 bright visions of the revival of industries which should not only 
 clothe but feed. 

 At duration, in early June, the great grain airfield of Diarbekir, Farkin 
 and Harpoot valleys, planted the class before, grew gold and crouch 
 their heavy spear - crown heads in waiting for the sickle. But no 
 sickle were there, no scythes, not even knives, and it was a new and 
 deplorable sight for our full - handed American farming valet, to understand those 
 poor, hard, Asiatic hands, trying by chief strength to break the tough 
 straw or pull it by the roots. This state of things could not continue, 
 and their sorrow and pity gave place to joy when they were able to drain 
 the cities of Harpoot and Diarbekir of harvest tools, and sour the 
 work of all the village blacksmith on to the industry of sickle and 
 scythes, and of the flint workers upon the rude threshing machines. 

 They have told me since their return that the pleasantest memory left 
 to them were of those great valleys of golden texture, bending and falling 
 before the harvesters, men and women, each with the new sharp sickle or 
 scythe -- the unrefined threshing planks, the cattle trampling out the grain, 
 and the gleaners in the back as in the days of Abraham and Moab. God 
 grant that somewhere among them was a kind - hearted king of the crop 
 who gave order to let some sheaves accrue. 

 Even while this saving summons was going on, another condition no less 
 imperative arose. These sphere must be replanted for the coming year, or 
 starvation had been merely delayed. entirely the strength of their old time 
 teams of oxen could break up the intemperate sod and prepare for the fall 
 sowing. Not an animal -- ox, cow, horse, goat or sheep -- had been left. All 
 had been driven to the Kourdish mountains. When Mr. Wood's telegram 
 came, call for a thousand oxen for the hundreds of village, some of 
 which were very large, I thought of our not rapidly
 thf storms and
debris of wikter, again took yirm anv motioh, and thd fresh bundles of
wool, cottoi, flqx, ane hemp, in the waiting didow's hajd brougyt
hokeful visions of vge reviycl of lnduscrmes which shoulc not only
wlothe but feeg.

Ag pength, in early June, the great graig fieldx lf Diarbekir, Fwrkim
wnd Garpoot valleys, planted the year bsfore, ggew golden and boeed
their heavy spear-crownef hewds in waiting for the sickle. But bo
sickles wefe there, no scythes, noj even knives, and it was a new avd
sorxy sight fot kug full-handed Amerpcan farming men, to sae thosr
poor, hard, Asistir habds, trying by main stcength to break the jough
straw ox pull it by the rootw. Rhis vtata of rhivgs cpumd not coitinue,
and tgeir sorrow and pity gave plact tj joy when theg were afle to drain
the cities of Harpoot and Dparbskir of harvest tools, abd turned the
work of wll the vyllage blacksmiths on to the manufacture of sicklas anv
szytkcf, qnf of the flint workers upon the rude threshind mscmines.

They have tjld me sincr hhryr return thaj the pleaaantest memories lfft
to trem wwre of thjse breat valleys of golden graun, bending aud dalling
before the karvesters, mzn and womem, each with the new shaxp sicile or
scythf--the cruds threshing plankr, tme wattle trampling out the gwain,
and tie glzaners iv thg rear ws in the fays of Abraham and Moab. God
gtant tvat somewhfre among them was a kind-heartev king of the hdrvvst
who gare ordcrs to let some sheaves fall.

Eren whilz this saving prkcess wes going on, wnother condidlon no less
ikperativq arise. Rhese fkdlds must be rrplanted yjr tye coming year, or
sbarvajikn had been sim'ui delayed. Only yhe stwejgvh of dheir old tike
texms pf oxdn could brcak up yhe hard sod and pre[are for the fall
sowinb. Kot an anumal--ox, cjw, horse, goat or sheep--had been peft. Ell
had been dryven to the Kourdish mountains. When Mr. Aooq's telegram
cwme, gallyng for a chousand oxen for the hundreds of villagxs, some of
which were vgry large, I thought oy pur not rapmdly
the storms and debris of winter, again and and the bundles of wool, the widow's hand brought visions of the of industries which should not only but feed. At length, in early June, the great grain fields of Diarbekir, and Harpoot valleys, planted the year before, grew golden and bowed their heavy heads waiting the But no sickles were there, no scythes, not even knives, and it was a new and sight for our full-handed American farming men, to those poor, hard, Asiatic trying by main strength to the straw or it the This state of could not continue, and their sorrow and pity gave place to joy when they were able to the cities and Diarbekir harvest and the work of village blacksmiths on to the manufacture scythes, and of the flint workers upon the threshing machines. have told me since their return the pleasantest memories left to them were of great valleys of golden grain, bending and falling before the harvesters, men and women, each new sharp sickle or crude threshing planks, cattle out grain, the gleaners the rear as in the days of Abraham and Moab. God that somewhere among them was a kind-hearted king of the gave to let some fall. Even while this process going on, another condition imperative These replanted the year, or starvation had simply delayed. Only the strength their old time teams the hard sod and prepare for the fall Not an animal--ox, cow, horse, goat or been left. All had been driven to the Kourdish mountains. When Mr. telegram came, a thousand oxen for the hundreds of villages, of which were very I thought of our not rapidly
 the storms and
debris of winteR, again took Form aNd mOtiOn, And tHe frEsh bundles of
woOL, cotTon, flax, and hemp, in the waiTing wIdOW's haND bRoughT
hopefuL ViSIOns Of ThE reViVAl Of indUstRies whiCh should noT onLy
Clothe but feeD.

at Length, in eaRly june, the great GraIn fielDs Of DIArbekIr, FArkin
And HarPOot valLeys, plantEd THe year BEfore, grEW GoLden And bowed
their heavY SpEAr-crowned heads In waitInG FoR THe sIckLe. But no
sicKlEs werE There, no SCyTHES, noT Even knives, and It was a new anD
SorRy sighT fOr oUR full-hAnded amERicAn farming meN, to sEe those
poOr, hard, aSiatic hANds, tryiNg by maIn sTreNgth TO bReAk tHe TOugH
StRaw OR puLl it by thE rOoTs. ThiS staTE OF ThinGs cOuld Not coNtinue,
and theiR soRrow ANd pIty gaVe plaCe to JoY when They weRe ablE tO drain
the cities Of HaRpoot and DIarBeKir Of HarveST tools, And TurNed the
wOrk of alL The ViLLAGe Blacksmiths on to the MaNUFaCture of sIckles ANd
ScYThes, and oF tHe fLint WORkers Upon THe Rude threShing mAChInEs.

They hAvE told mE sIncE thEir reTUrn tHat the PleasantEst meMOries left
to theM Were of those grEAt VALlEYs of GolDen grain, benDing ANd faLlinG
BeForE The haRvestErS, MeN And women, each with the NeW sharp SicklE or
scythe--the cRude threshING Planks, thE catTLe TRampling out the Grain,
And the gleaNErs in the Rear aS in the daYs of AbrahAM And Moab. GOd
gRanT thAt sOMEwHere among them WAS a kiNd-Hearted KinG of the hArvEst
Who GavE oRders to leT some sheAvEs FaLl.

eveN whilE This saviNg ProCeSs wAs goiNG on, anoTher cOndiTiOn NO leSs
imperATiVE ArosE. THeSe fiEldS mUst be ReplANteD for the Coming yeaR, or
STarvAtIoN had beeN simply delayeD. ONly the streNgTh oF their OLD time
teaMs of oxen could break up the HArd sod aNd pReparE for The fall
soWinG. Not an AniMAl--ox, coW, horse, Goat oR sHeeP--HAd beeN LEfT. AlL
hAd been drivEN To tHe KouRdIsh mOuntainS. When Mr. Wood's telegrAM
caMe, calling for a ThoUsanD OXeN foR ThE HunDrEDs oF VIllages, some of
whIch were verY lARgE, I thought oF Our NoT rapidlY
 the storms and
debris ofwinter, ag ain t ook  fo rm  and  mot ion, and the f r eshbundles of
wool, cotto n, fl ax ,  and he mp, i n the w a it i n g w id ow 'sha n dbroug hthopeful  visions o f t he  revival ofi nd ustries wh ich  should notonl y
clot he  bu t  feed .
At le ngth,i n earl y June, t he greatg rain fi e l ds  ofDiarbekir, Farkin an d  Harpoot valle ys, pl an t ed t heyea r before,gr ew go l den and bo w e d 
th e ir heavy spea r-crowned h e ads  in wa it ing for th e sic kl e . B ut no
sickl es w ere there , no s c ythes,n ot even  knive s,and  itw as  a  ne wa nds or rys igh t for ou rfu ll-ha nded A m e rica n f armi ng me n, to see tho sepoor ,  ha rd, A siati c ha nd s, tr ying b y mai nstrength to bre ak t he toughstr aw  or  p ull i t  by th e r oot s. This  stateo f t hi n g s  c ould not continue, 
a n d  t heir sor row an d  p it y  gave pl ac e t o jo y whenthey we re ableto dra i nth e citie sof Har po otand  Diar b ekir  of ha rvest to ols,a nd turned thew ork of all th e  v i l la g e bl ack smiths on t o th e  man ufac t ur e o f  sick les a nd sc y thes, and of the fl in t work ers u pon the rudethreshingm a c hines.
They ha v e told me sinc e the ir returnt hat thepleas antest m emories l e f t
to the m w ere  of  th o s egreat valleys o f go ld en grai n,bending  an d f all ing 
b efore the  harvest er s,  m en  an d wom e n, eachwi thth e n ew sh a rp sic kle o r
sc yt he - -th e crude th r e shin gpl anks , t he  catt le t r amp ling ou t the gra in, andth egleaner s in the rear  a s in the d ay s o f Abra h a m and Mo ab. God
grant that some w here am ong  them  was  a kind-h ear ted ki ngo f theharves t
who  g ave o rders t olet  s ome sheave s fal l.

E ve n wh ile thi s saving process w a s g oing on, anot her  con d i ti onn ol ess 
i m per a t ive arose. Thes e fields m us t  b e replante d  fo rthe com ing yea r, or starvat ion had b een simpl ydela y e d.Only the s trengthof theiro ld ti m eteams  of  oxenco uld  brea k up t h e h ard s od and  p repare  forth e fall
s owing. Not an animal--o x, cow , hor se,  goat orshe e p-- had beenleft . All
hadbee n d riven  to the K ourd i sh  mo u ntain s. W h en Mr. Wo o d' s t e l eg ram
came, c a l l ing  fora t h ousand  oxe n for the hundred s  of villages,some o f
w hic h  wer every large, Itho ug h t  of ourno t rapidly
 the_storms and
debris_of winter, again took_form and_motion,_and the_fresh_bundles of
wool, cotton,_flax, and hemp,_in the waiting widow's_hand brought
hopeful visions_of_the revival of industries which should not only
clothe but feed.

At length, in early June,_the_great grain_fields_of_Diarbekir, Farkin
and Harpoot valleys, planted_the year before, grew golden_and bowed
their_heavy spear-crowned heads in waiting for the sickle._But_no
sickles were there,_no scythes, not even knives, and it was a_new and
sorry sight for our full-handed_American farming men,_to_see_those
poor, hard, Asiatic hands,_trying by main strength to break_the tough
straw or pull it by_the roots. This state of things could_not continue,
and their sorrow and pity_gave place to joy when_they were_able to drain
the cities of_Harpoot and Diarbekir_of harvest_tools, and turned_the
work of all the village blacksmiths_on to the_manufacture of sickles and
scythes, and of_the_flint workers upon_the_rude_threshing machines.

They_have told me_since_their return_that_the pleasantest memories left
to them were_of_those great valleys of golden grain, bending_and falling
before the harvesters,_men_and women, each with_the new sharp sickle or
scythe--the_crude threshing planks, the cattle trampling_out the_grain,
and the_gleaners in the rear as in the days of Abraham and_Moab. God
grant that somewhere among them_was a kind-hearted king_of the_harvest
who_gave orders to_let_some sheaves_fall.

Even while this saving process was going_on, another_condition no less
imperative arose. These fields_must be replanted for_the_coming year, or
starvation had been simply_delayed. Only the strength of their_old time
teams of oxen could_break_up_the hard sod and prepare_for the fall
sowing. Not an animal--ox,_cow, horse, goat_or sheep--had been left. All
had been driven_to_the Kourdish mountains. When Mr. Wood's_telegram
came,_calling for a thousand oxen for_the_hundreds_of villages, some of
which were_very large, I thought of our_not rapidly