CHAPTER XIII.

A LAST VISIT TO ASIA MINOR.

I become an object of interest to the Palace spies--I

therefore leave Constantinople for a time--England

and the Anatolian Railway--Prosperous whitewash and

a deceitful governor--Bureaucratic changes in Asia

MinorThe measures for restricting large gatherings of

the people--Wedding entertainments diminished--The

war-game of Jareed--My mother's objections to my visiting

England--A perversion of the truth on my part.

AT this time, when I was making a fair living by means of the business

entrusted to me by those European concessionnaires whom I have

mentioned, I thought it convenient to take up my residence in Pera,

the European quarter of the capital. But my residing in Pera among

foreigners must have made me an object on which some persons connected

with the Palace deemed it worth while to keep an eye. I began to

suspect that my movements were being shadowed by some mysterious

individuals, though I could hardly be sure. I informed my English

friend, the late correspondent of the Times, that I had reason to fear

that the spies were after me, and that I thought the time had come

to carry out my old intention of going to England. He agreed with me

as to the advisability of my getting out of Turkey, but he warned me

that unless I secured some means of livelihood beforehand, it was a

most risky matter to give up my work, my hopes and probable chances

at home, and go over to a country which was absolutely foreign to

me. A strong presentiment, however, possessed my mind that I should,

sooner or later, be added to the list of the victims of the prevailing

tyranny. Taking advantage of the approach of the summer vacation,

I thought it would be better at least to go away for some little

time from Constantinople. My English friend recommended me to the

director of the then newly opened Anatolian railways, and he gave me

a first-class free ticket to Angora, which I had not seen for several

years. A few days later I crossed over the harbour of Constantinople

to the Asiatic shore, and from the Haidar Pasha terminus I took the

train which carried me away at once towards the heart of Asia Minor.

The distance between Haidar Pasha and Angora is shorter, I should say,

than between London and Glasgow, yet the express train takes two whole

days to cover it. The German Railway Company does not seem generous

in affording facilities to the people of the country, and the customs

officers and the rough inspectors employed by the Tobacco Régie Company

(one of the European companies) give the traveller an intolerable

amount of trouble by seizing and examining his belongings at different

places on the journey. The train stops when it has gone half-way on the

first evening, as it is not allowed to run at night The traveller's

inland passport is examined, and he himself is subjected to a perfect

inquisition of questionings, first in the capital, again on the first

night, and finally on the second night, when he reaches his destination.

When the Anatolian line was first constructed as far as Angora, the

general belief in the country was that the long projected trunk line

from the Ottoman capital to the Persian Gulf would pass through

Angora. This has not been the case, and the main line changes its

course at Eski-Shehir, which is situated half-way between the capital

and Angora, and runs to the south, towards Konia (ancient Iconium).

It is no doubt within the recollection of many people that the scheme

of shortening and facilitating communication between Europe and the

nearer East and India by constructing a great line over Asiatic Turkey

was first projected by English engineers, supported by the British

Government. This enterprise, however, could not be realised. The

Germans, ever ready to seize all commercial and political ground lost

by the English in the nearer East, took the matter into their own

hands, and are now going to have the control of what should have been

essentially the British route to India through the friendly Ottoman

empire. I do not know whether the possession of this line by Germans is

a loss to England, but it is really a loss for my countrymen that this

enterprise should not have been in the hands of an English company,

because they are aware that in dealing with the English there is a fair

possibility of mutual benefit; while in bargaining with Germans, the

greediest of all grasping Europeans, Turkey has little to expect in

return for what she has to give.

On the second evening after my departure the train arrived at Angora at

the moment of sunset. I saw from the window of my carriage that some of

the mud-walled houses of the town and the walls of the ancient citadel

were white and glistening. At first I thought that they were some new

buildings which had sprung up as a sign of the prosperity produced

by the opening of the railway. But I soon discovered my mistake. The

Governor-General had given orders that the municipal authorities were

to whitewash the citadel and that many of the citizens were to do the

same to their houses before the formal opening of the railway, so that

the European visitors and official commissioners who should come to

Angora for the first time might suppose that the town was as smart and

prosperous as it looked. The governor must have learnt this mode of

deception from the Yildiz authorities, who caused all the more ruinous

quarters of Constantinople to be whitewashed or surrounded with high

timber hoardings before the German Emperor first came to the city.

I was particularly surprised that the great time-worn stones of the

ancient citadel should have been so monstrously disfigured by a vulgar

coat of whitewash. The governor was a certain Abideen Pasha, and he is

now the Vali of the Turkish Archipelago. He is an Albanian by birth,

and was first educated in Athens. He can write poems in ancient Greek,

and is known to be a linguist and scholar. He had been governor of

Angora for several years, yet he had done almost nothing to improve the

condition of the province. In other countries such a man would perhaps

have been given a professorial chair in some educational institution,

but he would hardly have been put in a responsible government post

which requires practical administrative capacity. Turkey cannot expect

beneficial reforms from such learned theorists, any more than from the

ignorant incapable officials who are still entrusted by the Palace with

the administration of many of the important provinces.

Some years had elapsed between my last trip and the present one into

Asia Minor, and during this period I found that serious changes

had taken place in the state of the interior. Among other things,

the number of useless officials sent by the central Government had

increased alarmingly, to the detriment of the inhabitants of the

provinces. For instance, there is no piece of land in Angora which

could properly be called forest, yet a Department of Woods and

Forests had been created there; directors, sub-directors, and several

subordinate officials had been sent out by the central government,

and in connection with this office new taxes and unaccustomed laws

had been imposed upon the inhabitants. The fact is that, in order to

show the Powers that it had been introducing reforms, the Government

of the Sultan had adopted among other laws the French regulations

relating to the management of forests, and a new department had been

created in Constantinople. This central department had opened branch

offices in all _vilayets_ or counties, and many Palace favourites were

sent to them as forest officials, without regard to the circumstances

that in some vilayets there was not an acre which could be considered

forest land. In order to crush local influence in the government of

the provinces, the administrative councils of the towns, on which the

notabilities and religious heads of all communities in each locality,

Mussulman and non-Mussulman, sit ex officio in company with the

officials of the Sultan's Government, were discouraged from attending

meetings.

[Illustration: A WRESTLING MATCH IN OLDEN DAYS.]

Such events as would occasion the gathering of large crowds were either

prohibited or restricted, after the custom of the capital. "He who is

a traitor is also a coward," said the Prophet, and Abd-ul-Hamid, who

has caused irreparable harm to Turkey, is afraid that such gatherings

might be the prelude to a general uprising. I will mention here two

things which used to cause great masses of people to collect. One

was a wedding entertainment, and the other the war-game of _jereed_.

The restriction of the former to a 'simpler' form was, according

to the reasons openly given for it, one of the Sultan's so-called

'paternal' measures. It was alleged to be necessary because people on

such occasions indulged in ruinous expenses, and thus fell into the

hands of the Armenian and other money-lenders, and became victims of

their extortions. As a matter of faot, to maintain a wife is not an

expensive luxury in Asia Minor, but people are fond of grand wedding

entertainments. Several days before a wedding, luncheons and dinners

are given to large parties of rich and poor, who are entertained with

string music and spectacles indoors. A great procession passes through

the chief streets of a town bringing the bride and bridesmaids in

closely shut palanquins, which are carried by mules or horses. At night

there is a display of fireworks and illuminations composed of torches,

and by day exhibitions of wrestling are given by local champions.

(Wrestling is one of Turkey's most ancient and favourite pastimes, and

in the provinces all schoolboys practise it, besides a large number of

adults. It is of the greatest use in developing the physical strength

of the provincial Turks.) Both the bride's procession and these outdoor

entertainments are accompanied by the incessant beating of drums and

blowing of long trumpets, or sometimes of a kind of bagpipe,[8] the

most favourite and in fact the only music of the humbler class of

people and peasants. The old national game of _jereed_, which used to

attract an immense crowd of spectators, was, I learned on this visit,

also prohibited in Angora. This game used to be most popular in every

town of Asiatic Turkey. On Fridays, in the afternoon, when the khutba

or prayer-oration in the mosques was over, people used to hasten out of

the towns, mounted on their trained horses, and armed with several long

and heavy sticks. The _jereed_ is a game for the able-bodied alone. Two

things are essentially necessary for players--they must be first--rate

horsemen, and must be skilled in throwing their sticks straight and

hard while galloping. There are about twenty men on each side, and

they take up their positions about fifty yards apart The spectators

look on from some high ground, where there is no danger of their being

trampled upon by the struggling horsemen. The game is opened by one

man, who gallops forward from one side and throws one of his sticks at

one of the enemy; as soon as he throws it he is pursued. The pursuers

do the same in their turn, and so the game goes on. There must be no

confusion or unfairness, and everyone must play his game 'bravely,' as

they call it. The sticks must not wilfully be aimed at the heads of

the enemy. The players are allowed to do anything to avoid being hit

by the sticks, and in order to avoid it they play risky tricks, such

as bending from the saddle down towards the neck and belly of their

galloping horses. Anyone who has thrown away all his sticks is free to

pick up any stick lying on the ground, with a pole which has a hook at

the end, or by dexterously bending down and snatching it up with his

hand as the horse gallops by. Sometimes, of course, the horses of two

opponents collide, and then most likely both men fall in a heap, and

very often under the horses. The most exciting way to play the game is

that adopted by a man whose horse is unusually swift After throwing his

stick at the enemy he does not hurry back towards his own line, but

dashes away toward the open country and rides as fast as he can. Some

of the enemy pursue him far away down the valley, until he is either

caught up or escapes.

During this last visit the game was no longer played, because some

serious accidents had happened and lives had been lost, and the kind

Government accordingly prohibited it Seeing all these prohibitions,

I was perhaps rather injudicious and outspoken in criticising the

Government. So a relation of mine reminded me of the old proverb which

runs, "A man's safety lies in holding his tongue." He, moreover, warned

me that times were now different, and added, "If you are not careful

you will go...." I understood what he alluded to. He meant, of course,

that I should be sent into exile or thrown into prison if I went on

criticising the existing regime. I did not stay long in Asia Minor

during this last visit, and after settling my affairs I hastened my

packing and returned to Constantinople, where it is, comparatively

speaking, easier to find means of getting out of Turkey. With us there

is filial obligation for a man of right feeling, no matter how old he

may be, to secure his parents' consent to any venture on which he is

going to embark. So, guardedly and in confidence, I broke to my mother

my intention of going to the land of _Ingliz_. The poor Mussulman

lady was terrified at the idea, and began to put to me such questions

as--Who would look after me? Who would take care of me in case of my

falling ill in that distant strange land? And if I died there, should I

desire to be buried according to the rites of the infidels? It perhaps

never occurred to her that there was a danger far greater than those

she instanced--the danger of falling into destitution in a foreign

land. This was the possibility which I dreaded most, as I knew that

anyone who left the Sultan's dominions without his august permission

could not depend for his living upon any resources he might have at

home. So, while I was making ready to return to Constantinople, my

mother entreated me to renounce the idea of going to England, and to

calm her I was wicked enough to make some evasive promises, which to me

meant nothing.

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