The Massacres In Roumelia

[Artrianople Cor. New YorK Times.] Philippopolis is, as you know, mainly .1 Bulgarian town, and it was natural that the majority of refugees who had fouud shelter within ifs walls should be Bulgarians. ín eompany with a Greek doctor who has devoted himself with rare energy and self-devotion to the ainelioration of the misery about him, I visited the various hospitals, all of which were overorowded. I saw in these places such sickening sights of horror as are not frequently to be met with, thank Heavcn, even in war. The sufferers were all wornen and children. They had fled f rom the Bulgarian villages wliich used to surround Kasanlik, but which are now leveled to the ground. Among them all therc was but one man. No other male adult had escaped from the fearful massacre perpetrated by the Turkish irregulars. There were children who had rever learned to walk who were horribly cut and mangled. I saw one child of C months only who had been shot throtigh the jaws by a wretch who had murderousJy pursued its mother. There was a womanin the Greek hospital whose right hand had been chopped off by another savage, who found that the readiest way to the gold bracelet which she, in comnion with most women of her people, wore as her wedding dower. The people received us with the liveliest signs of gratitude, kissing our hands, kneeling before us and weeping. Some of them who had been in times of peace among the more well-to-do took us into their houses and showed us the desolatin to which they had been reduced. They showed us the bloodstains on walls and floors which marked the spot of the murder of their male relatives. One dreadful story, which has since been amply confirmed, was told us of the death of an elderly Bulgarian gentleman who had the misfortune to be second cousin to the Russian Vice Consul at Philippopolis. The relationship was known to the Zeibecks and Oircassians, and he hiruself was perfectly aware that if ever those savages occupied the town his death was certain. He resolved to defend himself, at least, and to that end secured arms. His house was broken into, and after a brief but desperate reeistance he was seized and bound. A huge Bashi-Bazouk set him down upon the floor, and then deliberately hacked him to pieces, prolonging the sufferings of the unhappy man as long as possible, and pausing after the infliction of each wound to watch the effect of his stroke, and rejoicing at every expression of agony which his cruelty succeeded in wresting from his victim. This barbarity was perpetrated in the presence of the man's female relatives, who were compelled to stay and witness it. Quitting Oarlova, we made our way to Calofre along a road whieh led us through the lower ranges of the Balkans. Calofre was once a place of 10,000 inhabitants. We found it a ering lieap of ruins, without a single roof remaining, or a single whole wall left standing. The stenoh oí burned careasses and rotting men and cattle was in places almost insupportable. The place is one of indescribable and f earful desolation. We returned then to our camp of the previous night, packed up our traps, and pushed on to Sopot, which we reaohed at niglitfall. What remains of the town stands under a sheer wall of mountain, and as we first saw it beneath the rising moon the aspect of the place was beyond description weird and desolate. Our earliest impression was that it was as complete a ruin as Calofre, but in the morning we found that many of the houses remained standing, and that there was still a hundred people in the town. They were all that were left out of 5,000, and, except for those who had been killed before their eyes, they could make no guess as to what had become of their old townsfolk. They told us that the Balkans, which overlooked the town, were tkickly strewn with the bodies of men, women, and children who had been slain by the Oircassians in attempting to escape. The destruction of the people of this placo and of Calofre had been so fearfully complete that in all my travels through hospitals and places of refuge ftirther south I had not met, to my knowledge, with one creature who had esoaped trom either of them. These are at present the two most awful examples of the f ashion in which war is made in this miserable country. The country is already dcpopulated, and there are no longer roofs and walls to cover a tithe of that gigantic army of refugees which is scattered in hundrcds and in thousands throughout the length and breadth of the land. I myself have seen more than 20,000 homeless fugitives, and I have seen a very small proportion. Whcn the statistics of this war come to be published they will amount to appalling figures. When I passed through Adrianoplo on my return journey I found the hangings going on with more than their old rapidity. On the day of my arrival thirty Bulgarians were strung up in the streets, and as I drove to the railway station on the following morning the executions were still going on, and my carriage passed one newly-hanged man who had not ceased to struggle. A mere tri poel had been set up as a gallows, and half the street was blockaded by it. A knot of womon and children stood about this edifying spectacle, which is now growing so familiar that a hanging excites no more popular attention than would be created by the merest trifle of street interest in New York or London.