New York Times Current History: The European War, Vol 2, No. 2, May, 1915 | Page 9

off the fat of the land in
fashionable hotels and restaurants.
The siege started with a total population within the lines of investment
of approximately 200,000. Experts estimate that the fortress could have
been held with 50,000 or 60,000 men against any forces the Russians
could bring against it. It is probable that such supplies as there were
were uneconomically expended, with the result that when the push
came the situation was at once acute, and the suffering of all classes
save the officers became general. First the cavalry and transport horses
were consumed. Then everything available. Cats were sold at 8
shillings, and fair-sized dogs at a sovereign.
While the garrison became thin and half starved, the mode of life of the
officers in the town remained unchanged. The Café Sieber was
constantly well filled with dilettante officers who gossipped and played
cards and billiards and led the life to which they were accustomed in
Vienna. Apparently very few shared any of the hardships of their men
or made any effort to relieve their condition. At the Hotel Royal until
the last, the officers had their three meals a day, with fresh meat, cigars,
cigarettes, wines, and every luxury, while, as a witness has informed
me, their own orderlies and servants begged for a slice of bread.
There can be no question that ultimate surrender was due to the fact
that the garrison was on the verge of starvation, while the officers' diet
was merely threatened with curtailment. Witnesses state that private
soldiers were seen actually to fall in the streets from lack of
nourishment. The officers are reported to have retained their private
thoroughbred riding horses until the day before the surrender, when
2,000 of them were killed to prevent them from falling into the hands
of the Russians. A Russian officer of high rank informed me that when
he entered the town hundreds of these bodies of beautiful thoroughbred
horses were to be seen with half-crazed Austrian and Hungarian

soldiers tearing into the bodies with their faces and hands smeared with
red blood as they devoured the raw flesh.
[Illustration: Map showing the scene of action between Przemysl and
Cracow and the Carpathian Passes.]
The Russians were utterly amazed at the casual reception which they
received. The Austrian officers showed not the slightest sign of being
disconcerted or humiliated at the collapse of their fortress.
The first Russian effort was at once to relieve the condition of the
garrison and civilians. Owing to the destruction of the bridge this was
delayed, but soon with remarkable efficiency distribution depots were
opened everywhere and the most pressing needs were somewhat
relieved.
The entire conduct of the siege on the part of the garrison seems wholly
without explanation. The Austrians had throughout plenty of
ammunition, and they certainly grossly outnumbered the Russians; yet
they made but one recent effort to break out, which occurred three days
before the surrender.
Civilians inform me that they gladly welcome the Russians and that the
first troops who entered were greeted with cheers, while the garrison
was frankly pleased that the siege was over and their troubles at an end.
As an example of overofficering it may be stated that General
Kusmanek had seventy-five officers on his staff, while General
Artamonov, the acting Russian Governor, had but four on his
immediate staff.
The removal of the prisoners is proceeding with great efficiency. They
are going out at the rate of about 10,000 a day. The docility of the
captives is indicated by the fact that the Russian guards attached to the
prisoners' columns number about one for every hundred prisoners.
They are all strung out for miles between the fortress and Lemberg. The
prisoners are so eager to get out and to see the last of the war that they
follow the instructions of their captors like children.
All the civilians as well as prisoners I have talked with are unanimous
in their praise of the Russian officers and soldiers, who have shown
nothing but kindness and delicacy of feeling since their entrance into
the fortress. This consideration strikes me as being utterly wasted on
the captured officers, who treat the situation superciliously and are
quite complacent in their relations with the Russians.

THE JESTERS.
By MARION COUTHOUY SMITH.
Ev'n he, the master of the songs of life, May speak at times with less
than certain sound-- "He jests at scars who never felt a wound." So runs
his word! Yet on the verge of strife, They jest not who have never
known the knife; They tremble who in the waiting ranks are found,
While those scarred deep on many a battle-ground Sing to the
throbbing of the drum and fife. They laugh who know the open,
fearless breast, The thrust, the steel-point, and the spreading