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Shedd says, "afterward told me how she had left her baby on the bank and waded with an older child through the river when the enemy were coming after them. She couldn't carry both. The memory of her deserted baby is always with her." The line of the refugees stretched for miles along the road. The enemy fired from behind boulders on the mountain sides.
There was nothing to do but just stay where they were, send a messenger to the camp for the doctor, and wait for the morning. "Only a few drops of oil were left in the lantern," Mrs. Shedd tells us, "but I lighted it and looked at Mr. Shedd. I could see that he was very sick indeed and asked two of the men to go back for the doctor. It was midnight before the doctor reached us. "The men," Mrs.
It is about 150 miles west from the Caspian Sea and the same distance north of the site of ancient Nineveh. In front of Dr. William Ambrose Shedd there stood an old man from the villages. His long grey hair and beard and his wrinkled face were agitated as he told the American his story.
Shedd made one last vain effort to persuade the people to hold on to their city; but it was impossible they had gone, as it seemed, mad with fright. He and his wife went to bed that night but not to sleep. At two o'clock the telephone bell rang. "The Turks and Kurds are advancing; all the people are leaving," came the message. "It is impossible to hold on any longer," said Dr. Shedd to his wife.
They passed on to the plain, and then as they were in a village guns began to be fired. Three hundred Turks and Persians were attacking under Majdi Sultana of Urumia. Dr. Shedd, riding his horse, gathered together some Armenian and Assyrian men with guns and stayed with them to help them hold back the enemy, while the women drove on.
The cart moved forward into the gathering darkness. Mrs. Shedd crouched beside her husband on the floor of the cart attending to him, expecting the outriders to tell her when they came to the British Camp. For hours the cart rolled and jolted over the rough mountain roads. At last it stopped, it was so dark they could not see the road. They were in a gully and could not go forward.
He lies there where his heart always was in that land in which the Turk, the Assyrian, the Armenian, the Persian, the Russian and the Arab meet; he is there waiting for the others who will go out and take up the work that he has left, the work of carrying to all those eastern peoples the love of the Christ whom Dr. Shedd died in serving. E.D. Cushman The Turk in Bed
Shedd if they should swoop down upon us." All day long the firing went on from the mountain side as the tired horses pulled along the rough trail. The sun began to sink toward the horizon. What would happen in the darkness? Then they saw ahead of them coming from the south a group of men in khaki. They were nine British Tommies with three Lewis guns under Captain Savage.
Shedd describes the scene: "The jam at every bridge was indescribable confusion. Every kind of vehicle that you could imagine ox carts, buffalo wagons, Red Cross carts, troikas, foorgans like prairie schooners, hay-wagons, Russian phaëtons and many others invented and fitted up for the occasion.
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