Siberia (Russia); Siberia (Russia) -- Description and travel
It was a warm and sunny morning. The roofs of the city became visible
as we tramped up toward the high ground, covered with the brick
barracks built by the Russian army, and beyond the town shone the wide
reaches of the Amur River. The city had been captured from Bolshevist
forces but a month before, and the Twenty-seventh Infantry, under
command of Lieutenant-Colonel Morrow had hastened to get into action
with the Japanese, but arrived too late. The Bolshevist forces resisted
up to a certain point, and then melted away. They became peasants
working in the fields--and the Japanese asked these peasants where the
Bolshevists were!
So although Khabarovsk was accustomed to a large Russian garrison
in normal times, and had already become accustomed to the American
doughboy, our column attracted considerable attention. And I was sorry
that transportation had not been arranged for the men’s heavy bags,
which they packed on their shoulders in addition to their regular
marching kits, for six hundred men bent under baggage, struggling up
the hilly roads, do not present an inspiring spectacle.
We Americans in foreign parts do not seem to care anything for the
psychology of the land in which we are operating; we are intensely
practical, and entirely too sure that the American way of doing things
is the best way, and take no account of the effect we may create upon
foreign peoples--overlooking the fact that first impressions are most
vital.
Now Asia is a land in which the bearing of burdens marks one of the
lowest caste. The Siberian is Asiatic in his viewpoint, being so
closely in touch with China and Manchuria. And, as in China, to be
seen carrying heavy burdens when there is no necessity for it, means
that a man’s standing is ruined; no matter how smartly he may dress,
or how decently he may comport himself, or what he may do to show his
superiority after he has been seen at what is considered debasing toil,
the Asiatic never forgets that this foreigner has been a bearer of
burdens. He carries forever that impression in the back of his head, on
occasion dares to be insolent, and judges by that standard all people
of that race.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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