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After the Russian Advance in Galicia
Officer in Battle Had Little Feeling
The Battle of New Year's Day
Bass's Story
The Waste of German Lives
The Flight Into Switzerland
Once Fair Belgrade Is a Skeleton City
Letters and Diaries
The First German Prisoners
Two Letters From the Trenches
The Baptism of Fire
An All-Night Attack
The Germans as Seen from a Convent
War-Time Scenes in Rouen
"It Is for Us and for France"
"Chant of Hate Against England"
ANSWERING THE "CHANT OF HATE."
England Caused the War
A SONG OF THE SIEGE GUN.
Why England Fights Germany
AT THE VILLA ACHILLEION CORFU.
Germany's Strategic Railways
GLORY OF WAR.
Chronology of the War

Footnotes

THE PRINCE OF WALES IN WAR KIT.

(Photo © by American Press Assn.)

FIELD MARSHAL PAUL VON HINDENBURG,
Commander of the German Armies in the East.

(Photo from Brown Bros.)

The New Russia Speaks

An Appeal by Russian Authors, Artists, and Actors

[From the Russkia Vedomosti, No. 223, Sept. 28, (Oct. 11,) 1914, P. 6.]

W  E appeal to our country, we appeal to the whole civilized world.

What our heart and our reason refused to believe has come indisputably true, to the greatest shame of humanity. Every new day brings new horrible proofs of the cruelty and the vandalism of the Germans in the bloody clash of nations which we are witnessing, in that neutral slaughtering of brothers provoked by the madness of these same Germans; in their vainglorious ambition to rule the world with violence, they are throwing upon the scales of the world's justice nothing but the sword. We fancy that Germany, oblivious of her past fame, has turned to the altars of her cruel national gods whose defeat has been accomplished by the incarnation of the one gracious god upon earth. Her warriors seem to have assumed the miserable duty of reminding humanity of the latent vigor of the aboriginal beast within man, of the fact that even the leading nations of civilization, by letting loose their ill-will, may easily fall back on an equal footing with their forefathers—those half naked bands that fifteen centuries ago trampled under their heavy feet the ancient inheritance of civilization. As in the days of yore, again priceless productions of art, temples, and libraries perish in conflagration, whole cities and towns are wiped off the face of the earth, rivers are overflowing with blood, through heaps of cadavers savage men are hewing their path, and those whose lips are shouting in honor of their criminal supreme commander are inflicting untold tortures and infamies upon defenseless people, upon aged men and women, upon captives and wounded.

Let these horrible crimes be entered upon the Book of Fate with eternal letters! These crimes shall awake within us one sole burning wish—to wrest the arms from the barbarous hands, to deprive Germany forever of that brutal power upon whose achievement she has concentrated all her thoughts. Already the seed of national pride and of hatred,