The Cable Game: The Adventures of an American Press-Boat in Turkish Waters During the Russian RevolutionWashburn, Stanley
History
The Cable Game: The Adventures of an American Press-Boat in Turkish Waters During the Russian Revolution
Washburn, Stanley
Black Sea -- Description and travel; Russia -- History -- Nicholas II, 1894-1917
brewing they go out and make a big bag of assorted anarchists, bombists
and inoffensive but loquacious students, who have been airing their
undigested views on sociology and politics. When people get together
for the glorious riot which has been planned for months in advance,
lo and behold! All of the leading spirits are kicking their heels in
the nearest fortress or packing up their belongings for a trip into
Siberia. So it was at this time in Odessa. The revolutionists had
been talking so long about what they were going to do on the Czar’s
birthday that everybody in town knew of their plans, which, among other
variations, included a massacre of all foreigners. I never learned just
why the foreigners were to be massacred, but it seemed to be admitted
in revolutionary circles that this was the proper thing to be done.
General Kaulbars of Manchurian war fame had been made military governor
of South Russia. He had rushed in two regiments of barbarous looking
Cossacks, who had been instructed to “fire with ball” at the first sign
of trouble, and they certainly looked as though they were prepared to
do it. The order was published and everybody knew what to expect.
In spite of these precautions nearly everybody in Odessa was living
in a state of nerves as to what might happen. The erratic behavior
of the mutinous fleet the summer before, headed by the battleship
_Knias Potempkin_, had aroused general apprehension as to what extent
irresponsibility might carry the situation. The people distrusted
the army and the army the people. The soldiers hated their officers
and the officers feared their own soldiers, and both officers and
soldiers distrusted the population of the town, while the foreigners
had no confidence in anybody. The so-called Jewish massacre a few
months before did not tend to quiet the minds of the peaceful residents.
At that time the town had been given over for three days into a
free-for-all fight and general riot, where everybody killed anybody
they had it in for, and a few Jews thrown in for luck. All of the
foreign consulates had made detailed preparations for trouble.
Rendezvous had been agreed upon for the mustering of the various
flocks. A company of soldiers was to be allotted to each consulate to
act as an escort to the water front, where ships were held in readiness
for immediate departure to places of safety. The residents had been
out of touch with the outer world for weeks, owing to the postal and
telegraph strike and railroad tie-up. All seemed to think that their
respective governments were trying to do something to relieve them and
that the international fleet that at last accounts had been making its
silly demonstration off the Dardanelles, was going to be allowed to
pass through into the Black Sea. No one thought that the Sultan would
make any objection to allowing a few cruisers to pass the Bosphorus
to protect the trembling subjects of the European governments at the
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