<h2>CHAPTER VIII</h2>
<center>THE LEBANON</center>
<p>During the locust invasion my brother sent me on an inspection
tour to investigate the ravages of the insect in Syria. With an
official <i>boyouroulton</i> (passport) in my pocket, I was able to
travel all over the country without being interfered with by the
military authorities. I had an excellent opportunity to see what
was going on everywhere. The locusts had destroyed everything from
as far south as the Egyptian desert to the Lebanon Mountains on the
north; but the locust was not the only, nor the worst, plague that
the people had to complain of. The plundering under the name of
"military requisitions," the despotic rule of the army officers,
and the general insecurity were even more desolating.</p>
<p>As I proceeded on my journey northward, I hoped to find
consolation and brighter prospects in the independent province of
the Lebanon. Few Americans know just what the Lebanon is. From the
repeated allusions in the Bible most people imagine it to be
nothing but a mountain. The truth is that a beautiful province of
about four thousand square miles bears that name. The population of
the Lebanon consists of a Christian sect called Maronites and the
Druses, the latter a people with a secret religion the esoteric
teachings of which are known only to the initiated, and never
divulged to outsiders. Both these peoples are sturdy, handsome
folk. Through the machinations of the Turks, whose policy is always
to "divide and rule," the Maronites were continually fighting
against the Druses. In 1860 Turkish troops joined with the Druses
and fell upon the Maronites with wholesale massacres that spread as
far south as Damascus, where ten thousand Christians were killed in
two days.</p>
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<p>The European powers were moved at last. Fifty warships were sent
to Beirut, and ten thousand French troops were landed in the
Lebanon, to create order. Under the pressure of the European powers
the Sublime Porte was forced to grant an autonomy for the province
of the Lebanon. The French, English, German, Russian, Austrian,
and, a year later, the Italian, Governments were signing the
guaranty of this autonomy.</p>
<p>Since then the Lebanon has had peace. The Governor of the
province must always be a Christian, but the General Council of the
Lebanon includes representatives of all the different races and
religions of the population. A wonderful development began with the
liberation from Turkish oppression. Macadamized roads were built
all over the province, agriculture was improved, and there was
complete safety for life and property. There is a proverb now in
Palestine and Syria which says, "In the Lebanon a virgin may travel
alone at midnight and be safe, and a purse of gold dropped in the
road at midday will never be stolen." And the proverb told the
literal truth.</p>
<p>When one crossed the boundary from Turkish Palestine into the
Lebanon province, what a change met his eyes!—peaceful and
prosperous villages, schools filled with children, immense
plantations of mulberry trees and olives, the slopes of the
mountains terraced with beautiful vineyards, a handsome and sturdy
population, police on every road to help the stranger, and young
girls and women with happy laugh and chatter working in the fields.
With a population of about six hundred thousand this province
exported annually two million dollars' worth of raw silk,
silkworm-raising being a specialty of the Lebanon.</p>
<p>When autonomy was granted the Lebanon, French influence became
predominant among the Maronites and other Christians of the
province. French is spoken by almost all of them, and love for
France is a deep-rooted sentiment of the people. On the other hand,
the Druses feel the English influence. For the last sixty years
England has been the friend of the Druses, and they have not
forgotten it.</p>
<p>It may be worth while to tell in a few words the story of one
man who accomplished wonders in spreading the influence of his
country. Sir Richard Wood was born in London, a son of Catholic
parents. From his early boyhood he aspired to enter the diplomatic
service. The East attracted him strongly, and in order to learn
Arabic he went with another young Englishman to live in the
Lebanon. In Beirut they sought the hospitality of the Maronite
patriarch. For a few days they were treated with lavish
hospitality, and then the patriarch summoned them before him and
told them that they must leave the city within twenty-four hours.
The reason for their disgrace they discovered later. Not suspecting
that they were being put to the test, they had eaten meat on a
Friday, and this made the patriarch think that they were not true
Catholics, but were there as spies.</p>
<p>Leaving Beirut in haste, Wood and his friend sought shelter with
the Druses, who received them with open arms. For two years Wood
lived among the Druses, in the village of Obey. There he learned
Arabic and became thoroughly acquainted with the country and with
the ways of the Druses, and there he conceived the idea of winning
the Druses for England to counteract the influence of the French
Maronites. He went back to London, where he succeeded in impressing
his views upon the Foreign Office, and he returned to Syria charged
with a secret mission. Before long he persuaded the Druse
chieftains to address a petition to England asking for British
protection.</p>
<p>British protection was granted, and for over thirty years
Richard Wood, virtually single-handed, shaped the destiny of Syria.
It was he who broke the power of Ibrahim Pasha, the son of Mehemet
Ali; it was he who guided Admiral Stopford in the bombardment of
Beirut; it was he, again, who brought about the landing of English
troops in Syria in 1841; we find him afterwards in Damascus as
British Consul, and wherever he went he was always busy spreading
English power and prestige. He understood the East thoroughly and
felt that England must be strong in Syria if she wished to retain
her imperial power. It is very unfortunate that the policy of Sir
Richard Wood was not carried out by his nation.</p>
<p>It was with high hopes and expectations that I approached the
Lebanon. I was looking forward to the moment when I should find
myself among people who were free from the Turkish yoke, in a
country where I should be able to breathe freely for a few
hours.</p>
<p>But how great was my consternation, when, on entering the
Lebanon, I found on all the roads Turkish soldiers who stopped me
every minute to ask for my papers! Even then I could not realize
that the worst had happened. Of course, rumors of the Turkish
occupation of the Lebanon had reached us a few weeks before, but we
had not believed it, as we knew that Germany and Austria were among
those who guaranteed the autonomy of the Lebanon. It was true,
however; the scrap of paper that guaranteed the freedom of the
Lebanon had proved of no more value to the Lebanese than had that
other scrap of paper to Belgium. As I entered the beautiful village
of Ed-Damur, one of the most prosperous and enchanting places on
earth, I saw entire regiments of Turkish troops encamped in and
about the village.</p>
<p>While I was watering my horse, I tried to ask questions from a
few inhabitants. My fair hair and complexion and my khaki costume
made them take me for a German, and they barely answered me, but
when I addressed them in French their faces lit up. For the
Lebanon, for all it is thousands of miles away from France, is
nevertheless like a French province. For fifty years the French
language and French culture have taken hold of the Lebanon. No
Frenchman has more love for and faith in France than lie in the
hearts of the Lebanese Christians. They have never forgotten that
when massacres were threatening to wipe out all the Christians of
the Lebanon, ten thousand French soldiers swept over the mountains
to spread peace, life, and French gayety.</p>
<p>And when the poor people heard the language they loved, and when
they found out that I too was the son of an oppressed and ruined
community, all the sadness and bitterness of their hearts was told
me,—how the Turkish soldiers had spread over the beloved
mountains of Lebanon; how the strong, stalwart young Lebanese had
been taken away from the mountains and forced into the Turkish
army; how the girls and women were hiding in their homes, afraid to
be seen by the soldiers and their officers; how the chieftains were
imprisoned and even hanged; and how violence and pillage had spread
over the peaceful country.[Footnote: Since the above was written
the American press has chronicled many atrocities committed in the
Lebanon. The execution of leaders and the complete blockade of the
mountains by the Turkish authorities resulted in the starving of
eighty thousand Lebanese. The French Government has warned Turkey
through the American Ambassador that the Turks will be held
accountable for their deeds.]</p>
<p>I could not help wondering at the mistakes of the Allies. If
they had understood the situation in Palestine and Syria, how
differently this war might have eventuated! The Lebanon and Syria
would have raised a hundred thousand picked men, if the Allies had
landed in Palestine. The Lebanon would have fought for its
independence as heroically as did the Belgians. Even the Arab
population would have welcomed the Allies as liberators. But
alas!</p>
<p>With a saddened heart I pursued my journey into Beirut. My
coming was a joyful surprise to my sister. Many sad things had
happened since she had last seen me. During my imprisonment she had
suffered tortures, not knowing what would happen to me, and now
that she saw me alive she cried from happiness. She told me how
kindly she had been treated by President Bliss, of the Syrian
Protestant College, and of all the good things the college had
done.</p>
<p>What a blessing the college was for the people of Beirut! Many
unfortunate people were saved from prison and hardships through the
intervention of President Bliss. He never tired of rendering
service, wonderful personal service. But alas, even his influence
and power began to wane. The American prestige in the country was
broken, and the Turkish Government no longer respected the American
flag. An order issued from Constantinople demanded that the
official language of the college be Turkish instead of English, and
Turkish officers even dared to enter the college premises to search
for citizens belonging to the belligerent nations, without
troubling to ask permission from the American Consul.</p>
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