Army Life in Russia

SKETCHES OF Army Life in Russia

PREFACE

A YEAR ago, in "The Russian Army and its Campaigns in Turkey in 1877-78/' I endeavored to explain to military readers the organization of the Russian army, to narrate the events of the war I had been sent to observe, and to state certain pro- fessional conclusions which that war justified. In the following pages I have attempted to give a few sketches, which, crude and imperfect as they are, may yet serve to give some idea of the soul which animates the Russian military machine, and tell what manner of man the Russian soldier is, and how he lives and moves and has his being.

To analyse the characteristics of a large body of men is always a difficult matter, and, moreover, in writing publicly of a people from whom the greatest kindness and hospitality have been received, one runs the risk either of offending those who have bestowed this kindness, by giving too great promi- nence to unpleasant truths, or else of being false to thepublic which is addressed, by stating only the virtues of the people described. I have certainly had no intention of limiting myself to the latter, and I hope I have not been indiscreet in stating the former. Should these sketches ever come to the notice of those who treated me as one of them- selves during the campaign in Turkey, I feel sure they will see that whatever I have written in crit- icism of their countrymen is wholly free from malice, and is only what I have often said to them and they to me in friendly conversation ; and they need have no fear of having it made public. If I have not shown the Russian soldier to be above all manly, generous, and warm-hearted, then I have certainly failed to transcribe the picture of him which re- mains in my own mind, and have done injustice to a people whose hospitality to individual Americans is no less conspicuous than their unvarying friendship for the United States as a nation.

Washington, June, 1880.

CONTENTS CHAPTER

I. The Tsar

II. The Russian Soldier

III. Shipka Pass

IV. Plevna

V. The Winter Campaign

VI. Russian Generals

VII. War Correspondents

VIII. Constantinople

IX. St. Petersburg

X. The Eastern Question

SKETCHES OF Army Life in Russia. CHAPTER I. THE TSAR.

In attempting to give any description of the characteristics of the Russian Army, one naturally begins with the Tsar, who is at once the head and the object of the whole organization. It is in Rus- sia alone, of all civilized countries, that at this day we find the idea of personal allegiance existing in its primitive purity, undisturbed by the tendencies of modern representative government. This personal allegiance is the corner-stone of the whole fabric of society in Russia, and it has been strengthened rather than weakened by the changes which have taken place in the development of the country since the time of Peter the Great.

In other coun- tries the soldier fights for his country, for the idea that is so clearly crystallized in the German motto " Fur Gott und Vaterland " but the Russian soldier fights for God and the Tsar. To his mind the Tsar is specially appointed by God as his Viceroy to govern that large portion of the earth called Russia, and devotion to the Tsar includes all that we understand in the word patriotism.

I arrived at the little Bulgarian village of Biela, where the Emperor was then quartered, on the afternoon of August 5, 1877. Winding my way through the crooked little streets I inquired for the Emperor's headquarters, and finally reached a court- yard surrounded by a fenc be the aide- de-camp on duty, stating my name and position, and asking him to send my card in to the Minister ofWar. Hepolitelyinvitedmetoentertheyard, took my card, and quickly returned to say that the minister would be out in a few minutes, and would present me to the Emperor before dinner which was about to be served. I was covered with the dust of a ride of twenty-four consecutive hours across the parched plains of Roumania in a telega,* and I was somewhat appalled at the idea of being pre- sented in such a condition ; but, on asking if it were not possible for me to wash my hands and face, I was assured with a good-natured laugh that there would not be time, but I need give myself no un- easiness as it was a daily occurrence for some aide- de-camp or other officer to arrive covered with dirt just at dinner time. Wiping off a part of the dust from my face with a handkerchief, I looked about the place where the Emperor of Russia was quar- tered. It was a plain little courtyard, about a hun- dred feet across, on one side of which was a small one-story house built partly of wood and partly of mud, in which the Minister of War and his office were quartered. Opposite this was an immense tent, formed of three hospital tents joined end to end, in which were tables set for dinner. At one side, partly concealed by a little hedge, were two ordinary officers' tents in which the Emperor lived. In the courtyard, officers of various ranks, ministers, generals, aide-de-camps, officers of the escort, etc., were beginning to assemble.

I was introduced to a number of them, and presently to the Minister of War, with whom I was talking when the Emperor appeared. Every one stopped, faced in the direc- tion of the Emperor's tents, cracked his heels to- gether, and carried his hands to his cap to salute. The Emperor was dressed in an ordinary general's undress uniform without the sword. He walked slowly, coming from behind the hedge in front of his tents, stopped to say something to the men com- posing the band of music, who replied with a simultaneous shout, and then came among the officers, bowing in return to their salutes and extending his hand to some of them, who acknowledged the favor by loyally kissing his shoulder. I was immediately taken up by the Minister of War and presented. The Emperor asked a few questions concerning my journey, etc., and then motioned to dinner. In ac- cordance with the invariable Russian custom, there was a side table containing Vodka and other bran- dies and whiskies, cheese, caviare, small fishes fried inoil,andotherappetizers. Afterpartakingofthis preliminary meal, known as " zakooska," we went into the dining tent where there were two long tables containing about eighty places. The Em- peror sat at the middle of one of these ; on his right a white-headed veteran, General Suwaroff, Prince Italiisky, grandson of the famous one whose deeds at Ismail are familiar to all readers of Byron ; on his left General Milutin, Minister of War, and on either side of them other generals in the order of their rank. Opposite the Emperor sat General Von Werder, Military Agent of Germany, and on either side of him a Roumanian officer just arrived, and —— myself the only three foreign officers present and beyond us other Russian officers. As we sat down the band struck up an air outside the tent, and continued playing at intervals throughout the dinner. The service was of silver, the cups lined with gold, and each piece bore the imperial cipher and the letter N. It evidently was not new, and had in fact seen service in the war of 1828 with the Emperor Nicholas. The servants wore the crown livery of dark blue coats, bordered with gold fringe, covered with double-headed eagles embroidered in black silk, but otherwise the surroundings of the table were of the plainest.

The dinner was simple, soup, joint, entree, compote and coffee, and a small allowance of the light wines of France and Germany. France and Germany. Conversation was general and unrestrained, principally concerning the inci- dents of Gourko's first passage of the Balkans from which one or two aides had just returned. Just after the compote (preserved peaches or some other fruit) was finished there seemed to be a silence, when the Emperor said something in Russian and the whole company responded with one loud simultaneous shout. I looked up startled and saw the Emperor staring at me and laughing very heartily at my confusion. He explained that it was the signal for smoking, and that I must learn to answer withtheothers. ThewordswereVweenemaipah-h-h- to which every one answered tronn; vweenemai patronn being the Russian command "Take cartridges." After this little pleasantry every one produced from his pocket his silver cigarette case, lighted a cigarette, and smoked, and sipped his coffee. Candles were then lighted, and a large package was brought and placed before a gray- headed old courtier, Count Adlerberg, the Minister of the Court, who immediately began reading the comments of the various newspapers of London, Paris, Berlin and Vienna upon the progress of the war. Thesewerearticleswhichhadbeencarefully selected by an official of the Foreign office present at headquarters, from the files of papers brought the previous day by a courier. They had all been trans- lated into French, and were read off in a monotonous tone. Occasionally there was an interjection at some opinion favorable or unfavorable to the Rus- sian cause, and a slight discussion at the termination of some of the articles, but most of them were re- ceived in silence though listened to with attention.

It seemed to me, fresh from the bustling rough and ready world of America, where people read their own newspapers, a strange scene.

The autocratic ruler of eighty-seven millions of people, scattered over a territory comprising one- fifth of the inhabited portion of the entire surface of the earth, sitting here in a tent in a rude village of a foreign land, whither he had come to free his fellow christians from the yoke of bondage to their hereditary enemies, surrounded by his ministers and generals, and listening to the news from the outside world and the opinions formed in the editorial rooms of newspaper offices !

We had news from England, then from Austria, from Germany, from France. IalmostwonderedwhetherIwasreallyin the midst of the every-day bustling life of the 19th century, or whether I was not assisting at some slightly varied rehearsal of one of Shakspeare's plays, so thoroughly medieval did the scene appear tome. Afterthenewshadallbeenreadtherewas a little conversation, and then the Emperor rose to leave the table. Every one stood up to salute him, and he passed along saying a word or two to this orthatperson. Ashepassedmehestoppedand said he supposed I wished to join the army and see the active I that such was operations. replied my 'desire, with his permission. He then said with a certain emphasis that his brother had the entire command of the army, he himself being only a spectator ; that his brother was expected here in a few days, and that I could then make arrangements to return with him to the army headquarters proper.

After the Emperor passed out the officers grad- ually dispersed to their tents or quarters. I found that my baggage had been directed to a deserted Turkish house, a few hundred yards off, and installed there, and I was informed by the aide-de-camp on duty that by the Emperor's invitation I would be expected at his table so long as I remained at his headquarters, and that coffee was served at eight in

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the morning, breakfast at noon, dinner at six, and a cup of tea for those who desired it, at nine in the evening.

The dinner was the principal gathering of the day at the Emperor's headquarters, and varied but little from that just described, except that the reading of newspaper articles only took place on the days fol- lowing the arrival of a courier. The Emperor ordi- narily rose between seven and eight in the morning, took coffee in his own tent, and was busily engaged with his ministers until noon, when he came to breakfast with his suite ; this meal was short, and he then went out for a drive in an open barouche with one of his family, if any were present, if not, with Prince Suwarof or some other general ; in his drive he always included a visit to the hospitals, if any were near, or to some of the troops ; returning to his tent, he devoted three or four hours to work, then dined, and after dinner, if before sunset, took a short walk, and then retired to his tent, where none but the most intimate of his followers were admitted. His life varied but little from this throughoutthewholecampaign. Hewaswiththe army at Kishineff at the time of the declaration of war, April 24th, but returned to St. Petersburg a week later. A month afterward, however, he came back to the army again, reaching Ploiesti, in Rou- mania, on the 8th of May.

For the next seven months until after Plevna had fallen on December 10th he remained continually with the army, not commanding it, though he was advised as to all its affairs, but sharing in more than the proportion of a sovereign its hardships and dangers, animating it by his presence, and extending to those who reaped its misfortunes in wounds and sickness his sym- pathy and his aid.

The Minister of War, the Minister of the Court, and the Chief of the " Third Section," or Secret Po- lice, were always with him. Prince Gortschakoff's age prevented him from coming to camp, but he established himself at Bucharest, the nearest town. Communication with St. Petersburg was kept up by incessant telegraphing and by means of special couriers leaving each place three times per week, and, traveling without rest by rail and post, accom- plishing the journey in four to five days.

During the greater part of the time the Emperor was in the possession of good health, although suffering at times from bilious fevers, particularly during the autumn rains. His headquarters were shifted from one village to another, to be as near as possible to the most important operations of the troops. During the summer he lived with compar- ative comfort in a tent, but as the cold autumnal rains came on he was forced to seek such shelter as the miserable huts of the villages afforded. His manner was always the same dignified, courteous, and apparently calm; yet even a casual observer could detect the weight of care and responsibility which seemed to rest so heavily upon him. The expression of his face grew still sadder as the sum- mer and autumn wore on and Plevna held fast, and —— he gradually lost flesh more than thirty pounds giving him a gaunt look. Only once he broke down, and, as I was told, could not restrain his tears as the list of killed in his guard at the battle — of Gorni-Dubnik was read out to him every name being as familiar to him as his own, and comprising those who had grown up about him from boyhood. Just after this battle he rode over one Sunday to thank the troops who had taken part in it. I was then at General Gourko's headquarters, who com- manded these troops, and rode out with him to meet the Emperor and his suite. They arrived — about noon the more important officers in car- riages, and the others and the escort of cossacks on horseback. Leavinghiscarriageandmountinghis horse the Emperor rode forward, followed by his suite, toward the men who were drawn up for parade. As he rode down the lines, saluting the men with " Good morning," and they answering — back in long shouts stopping now and then to talk with some of the officers or distribute crosses — to the men the men followed him with eyes stretched to their utmost, and with awe and ven- eration depicted on their faces. Studying their intent expressions one got some insight into the thoughts of these simple-minded, faithful creatures, and saw that it still was possible in this sceptical age for men to look up to another man with per- — sonal adoration. The enthusiasm was not forced — nowhere was there an indifferent face fastened his eyes on the Emperor, and kept them theresolongashewasnearhim. Foramoment they seemed to forget every one else but the Tsar who actually was before them in the flesh. Their expression was not so much one of joy as of absent- minded, wondering veneration. I have never seen a similar look on men's faces elsewhere, and at other reviews of the same troops by generals or princes the same sort of ceremony was gone through, but the men never had the same thoughts written on their faces as they had when they saw the Tsar.

fter the troops had all been visited an open air mass was held. One division of about ten thou- sand men was drawn up on the plain west of Plevna, and about two miles from the high range of hills on which the Turkish batteries stood the division; was formed on three sides of a square, with a few squadrons of cavalry on each flank. In the centre stood the Emperor, alone and bareheaded, slightly in advance of his suite; in front of him was the priest in gorgeous robes, with a golden crucifix and the Bible laid on a pile of drums which answered for an altar; a short distance to one side was a choir consisting of twenty or thirty soldiers, with fine musical voices. Every one uncovered his head, and the service began in that slow, sad chant which is peculiar to the Greek church ; at the name of Jesus every one of the vast crowd crossed himself. On the opposite hills, as the service went on, could be seen large numbers of Turks congregating in wonder at the assembly of this large number of men. Finally came the prayer for the repose of those who had died in the battle a few days before ; the Emperor knelt on the ground, resting his head on the hilt of his sword, every one followed his exam- ple, and the whole division knelt there with their guns in one hand, crossing themselves with the other, and following in a subdued voice the words of the chant.

Nothing could give a clearer perception of the relations between the Tsar and his men than this strangely impressive scene ; the Gosudar Imperator (Our Lord the Emperor), surrounded by his people, with arms in their hands, facing their hereditary enemies in religion and politics, and chanting in slow monotone, whose periods were marked by the booming of distant cannon, the requiem for their deadcomrades. TheRussianpeoplehavenofewer daily sins to answer for than other people, but the feeling which binds the lower classes to their Tsar is one of purely religious enthusiasm and veneration, which finds no counterpart elsewhere in these latter days. The west of Europe and America have suc- ceeded, without substituting anything better for it, in destroying that faith which constitutes the poe- try of the Christian religion ; in Russia, on the other — hand, we find only primitive faith or else nihil- — ism among the middle and lower classes ; modern scepticism, which discards religion but respects good government and morals, has taken no root among them. With them the divine right of kings is still a living principle.

It would be idle to pretend that the upper classes, which travel widely, speak many languages, habituate Paris, and lose their distinctive national traits in cosmopolitan intercourse, have much of the reality of this religious feeling ; they attend the church services with great regularity, and make the sign of the cross at the proper moments ; but they do it in a perfunctory way, and with many signs of weariness on their faces. But to the class from which the soldiers come, the religion of miracles and ceremonies which they are taught, is the most real thing of their lives, and on earth it all centers in the Tsar.

No one who saw the Emperor at any time during these long months that he remained with the army could doubt his honesty, or his firm conviction of right in the cause he had espoused. He is a man who lacks the iron will and energy of his great pro- genitor Peter, or even of his own father Nicholas, but he is endowed with a greatness and tenderness of heart which few autocratic rulers have possessed ; he began his reign with an act of justice (in freeing the serfs) the greatness of which as the individual — act of one man is equalled but by one other the — emancipationbyAbrahamLincoln inourtimes; he is closing it by another act of justice only less great—the effort to free his co-religionists from the intolerableoppressionoftheTurk. Nomoregen- erous or holy crusade was ever undertaken on the part of a strong race to befriend a weak one. So all true Russians believe ; so even a sceptical for- eigner is forced to admit after seeing and appreciat- ing the sacrifices which the effort entails, the enthu- siasm with which these sacrifices are endured, and the small returns which it brings in material benefits. The strong sense of right is his only support ; no mere ambition could suffice to sustain him in the terrible trials and responsibilities which his acts have brought upon him. The reorganization of the landed system and of the administration of jus- tice, and the other radical reforms of the early part The Tsar. 15 of his reign, called forth the opposition of the nobles to such an extent as nearly to cost him his throne ; and while this opposition is hardly yet dead, these very reforms have given rise to the most chimerical aspirations and the most bitter disappointments ; to- day in his later years (he is the longest-lived by two years of all his race) his life is in constant danger from those on whom he has conferred such great benefits, while his efforts in behalf of the Bulgarians have excited the suspicion, jealousy and hatred of half the nations of Europe. Weighed down with the deepest sense of the responsibility of his acts, keenly ion of his own people, and to the taunts and suspicions of foreigners, his only consolation must be in his pro- found conviction of right, and his belief that the God of Justice is on his side and will not let his labors go for naught, but will in His own good time give peace to his own people, and happiness to those of his own creed whom he has striven to befriend.

CHAPTER It

THE RUSSIAN SOLDIER.

—— THE peasant class or moozhiks which supplies the great body of Russian soldiers, ever ready to do battle for God and the Tsar, leads a hard life. The peasant is born in a little village composed of several hundred log huts of one story each and thatched with straw, containing but one room in which a family of five or six persons live, eat, and sleep, and a large part of whose space is occupied by an enormous flat stove, on top of which most of the family pass the winter's nights. The only build- ing in the village which has any pretence to good — appearance theonlyonewhichtoapersonpassing in a railway train in winter denotes the existence of — a village at all is the village church, a large white structure with bright green roof and gilded cupolas ; within it is a mass of pictures, heavily gilded and — bejewelled altar-pieces, and swinging censers an interior calculated to overawe the imagination by contrast with the poverty of view of the rest of the village.

The surrounding country is a rolling plain unbroken in any direction by peak or mountain and usually destitute of trees, wrapped in an endless mantle of snow for half the year, and bright with green grass or yellow wheat for the other half. The railroads are few in number and invariably leave the villages several miles on either side ; the post roads are equally few and the post infrequent. There is no bustling activity in the villages, nor are there striking features in the landscape to develop the imagination or engender habits of daring or self-re- liance. Everything is on a dead level, benumbing the senses ; the sky during the greater part of the year is of a dull leaden color, and seems to bear upon the spirits with all the weight of lead.

In this depressing atmosphere the peasant grows up, attending schools in the winter months, doing his share of the farming of the commune during the summer, listening to superstitious tales in the win- ter's evenings, imbibing a religion of forms and ceremonies, miracles and superstitions, and know- ing little of the outside world except that he lives in a land governed by a ruler of unlimited great- ness called the Tsar. On attaining the age of twenty, his name is placed in the urn to be drawn for military service, and if the lot falls upon him, he leaves his village and is but little heard of for the next six years ; at the end of this period (if no war is on hand) he returns to his village on permanent furlough for the remaining nine years of his military service, but liable to be called up at any mo- menttorejoinhisregiment. Attheageofthirty- five his military service is over, he receives his share of the commune's property to work, marries, builds himself a hut like the others, breeds a family, works through his life, and dies.

His disposition, character, and habits are deter- mined by these dull, sombre surroundings, a cheer- less climate, monotonous village life, and a super- stitious religion. He is sallow in complexion, lank in figure, has straight yellow hair, and a heavy ex- pression of face ; he wears high boots at all seasons of the year, and dark cloth trowsers tucked into them ; above this, in summer, a bright red shirt worn outside his trowsers and gathered in at the waist by a belt ; on his head a slouchy cap with a peaked visor. 1 8 Army Life in Russia. tary service, but liable to be called up at any mo- menttorejoinhisregiment. Attheageofthirty- five his military service is over, he receives his share of the commune's property to work, marries, builds himself a hut like the others, breeds a family, works through his life, and dies. His disposition, character, and habits are deter- mined by these dull, sombre surroundings, a cheer- less climate, monotonous village life, and a super- stitious religion. He is sallow in complexion, lank in figure, has straight yellow hair, and a heavy ex- pression of face ; he wears high boots at all seasons of the year, and dark cloth trowsers tucked into them ; above this, in summer, a bright red shirt worn outside his trowsers and gathered in at the waist by a belt ; on his head a slouchy cap with a In winter, he is wrapped, both day and night, in a long "shuba" or pelisse, of sheep skin, with the wool on the inside, reaching from his neck to his heels, and his head is enveloped in a woolen " bashlik " or muffler.

His personal habits are to a certain extent clean- ly, since they include a steam bath once a week, but, on the other hand, the bath by no means involves a change of linen, and his greasy sheep- skin pelisse is worn half a lifetime. The sanitary condition of his village is at once primitive and filthy, and but for the cold winters would gcnerate diseases which would depopulate whole dis- tricts.

His diet is as monotonous as his life; once a week, or twice at the most, he has meat, fresh beef or mutton, made into a soup or a stew. Of vegetables he has a variety, but cares little for any of them except cabbage and onions. His great staple article of food is a gruel made of unbolted buckwheat, called "kahsha" his taste for which never diminishes. With this and an abundance of heavy black bread, and an occasional taste of fish or meat, he is abundantly satisfied. His disposition is gentle and good-natured, even his brawls being of the maudlin and foolish and not of the righting character ; he is as incapable of taking care of him- self as a child ; all his important actions are deter- mined for him by the village commune, whose open- air meetings are full of noisy arguments, but from whose decision no appeal is ever thought of. The whole nature of his communistic village life pre- cludes the idea of striking out on his own respon- sibility to make himself independent in fortune ; he has the benefit of his own labor on the land al- lotted to him, but otherwise his individuality is completely destroyed. He is very gregarious, fond of singing and of reciting or listening to long stories, and with all his sombreness of character, he has a latent fund of mirth and humor peculiarly his own.

He leads a sober, temperate life for months, but celebrates the great religious festivals, such as Christmas and Easter, by a prolonged drunk, un- dertaken apparently to relieve the monotony of his existence, and infuse some ray of cheerfulness or at least of excitement into his unvaried life. The liquor is the native vodka, a pure rye brandy, which does him but little harm, and when the celebrating is over he returns contentedly to his work.

I do not know of anything which so pithily illus- trates the submissiveness and dependence of the character of the Russian peasant as the following anecdote, related by Leroy-Beaulieu in a recent number of the Revue des Deux Mondes, and which I reproduce in full.

A satirical novelette, called " Two Generals on an Island," was read to some peasants one evening by the village schoolmaster. A synopsis of the story

wasasfollows "Twogeneralsawakeonadesert island ; they know not what is to become of them, when suddenly they perceive a moozhik asleep. ' Come to ' what on, you lazy fellow,' they cry him, are you doing lying there? Jump up and get us some dinner.' The peasant obeys, catches a hare, cooks it and serves it for dinner. l Well,' say the general, 'there is no house here. Are we gouing to live in the open air like savages? Come, you idiot (doorak), make us a house,' and the peasant takes his axe and makes them a wooden house. Al- though lodged and fed the generals tire of this isolated life. * Well-bred cannot live like people this on a desert island. Come, you loafer, take your axe and make us a boat.' The peasant, al- ways scolded and beaten, makes a boat, and, taking the oars, rows the two generals back to St. Peters- burg, where they give him a rouble for his pains."

Beaulieu continues: "The schoolmaster was asked what did the peasants say of this story. 'They laughed a great deal, and were greatly flattered that generals should have need of one of their like ; it made them very proud.' That was all the impression that the story made upon them."

The character thus formed by his village life and surroundings the peasant carries with him into the army, there to be slightly modified by his new career. The first thing he learns is unquestioning obe- dience and respect to his superiors. He never meets or addresses an officer without standing at " attention," with his hand at his cap through the whole conversation, and until the officer has passed. He does not even answer a question with a direct or " but with " so " "Yes, sir," or "No, sir", but with "Quite so" (Так точно), or "Not exactly so (ne kak nyet).

He al- ways lency princes by title, " Your Illustriousness " for addresses an officer his " Your Excellency princes by title, " Your Illustriousness " for addresses an officer his " Your Excel

"Your cers (all officers of the Russian army belong ex- officio to the nobility). Would that the officers always requited this never-failing respect with the courtesy which should be its never-failing comple- ment ; but, unfortunately, it is not so. There is a strong trace of that meanness which a division into insuperable classes often engenders, and which leads every class to kick the one just below it. I have only too often heard officers, particularly of the lower grades, call a soldier on slight provocation a fool, an idiot, a dog, a pig, and follow it up with blows. I have even seen the first sergeant knocked down and cursed by one of the company officers in front of the whole company in line, for some slight misunderstanding of his instructions. Such cases are, of course, rare exceptions, but one of them leaves an impression on the memory not easily eradicated ; and the deed is all the more flagrant because an instance of a soldier striking his officer is, so far as I know, wholly unheard of.

Yet in spite of this humility in outward forms, it cannot be said that the soldier degenerates into being servile. Side by side with this unbending discipline, there exists a peculiar feeling of good- fellowship and mutual dependence between the officers and men. The men are jovial and good- natured among themselves, and have their own stood. Oh ! I replied, I know a few Russian The Russian Soldier. 23 glee songs and dances, in which the officers are daily spectators. They freely discuss the move- — ments of the campaign, and try to reason out — often arriving at a very just appreciation the causes and effects of their marches and battles. The officers, when in good humor, are always offer- ing some banter or jest, and receiving in turn quite — asgoodastheygive theanswersbeingneverdis- respectful, but often framed with very great clever- ness and wit, and so aptly pointed as to bring down shouts of laughter from the' men at the officer's expense. As a specimen of this sort of humorous banter, I may cite the following incident. I was in the habit of passing from one portion of the army to another, accompanied only by a Russian dra- goon, who had been detailed to me as an orderly. One night we stopped with some troops bivouacked in a village, and the officer with whom I lodged asked me how I managed to make myself under- "

wordsandphrases enoughtopickmywayabout." The officer then turned to the dragoon and asked him how he managed to understand me. The dragoon put his head on one side, with the air of a modest school-boy possessed of great knowledge, and answered, " Nemnoshko gavariou pa Amerikan- " (Oh ! I speak a little American) !

henever a commanding officer captain, col- onel, general, field-marshal, or emperor—meets the troops under his own command for the first time during the day, his first act is to wish them " Good morning" (Zdarova, Kazansky, Uralsky, or whatever be the name of the regiment), to which the men reply with one long rolling shout, Zdravie zhe- laiem, vass imperatorsky vweesochestvoe, " Your good health, Your Imperial Majesty (Excellency, or No- bility, as the case may be). When a general meets some troops under his orders whose regiment he cannot at once distinguish, he salutes them with "Good morning, brothers!" {Zdarova bratzie.)* When a general first meets his troops on the conclu- sion of a battle, after wishing them good morning, he shouts, " Otsebo vam /" (I thank you,) to which the men answer that they are glad to serve him.

+++ The origin of this habit of addressing the troops as brothers was once told to me as coming from Peter the Great, whose address to his troops on the eve of the battle of Pultowa was somewhat as follows: "Brothers! Know that in the battle of to-morrow your Tsar fights among you, and watches you, but that the life of Peter, like your own, is as nothing compared with the welfare of the country which we serve in common." I imagine, however, that the custom could be traced back still further than that, and is merely a peculiarity of the Slav character. I noticed that the Bulgarians were constantly in the habit of speaking of themselves or the Rus- sians as brothers. +++

As a soldier, the Russian is most strong in all the staying qualities, and weak in the vivacious ones.

The Russian Soldier.

25 In this he is the exact opposite of the French sol- dier; the latter depends on his dan, and the aid which his imagination gives to his courage, but once his cohesion is lost his imagination only serves to destroy his discipline, and turns everything into a wild panic. The Russian, on the other hand, has none of this sort of elan ; he goes into battle enthu- siastically and with lively energy, but not quite vi- vaciously ; there is more of a grim solemnity in his manner as he marches forward singing lustily the national hymn, and thoughtless of his fate. He is at first dull and slow in initiative and self-reliance

and it is only after he has pa ough several battles that he learns by terrible experience the — knack of looking out for himself of taking ad- vantage of every shelter, of quickly protecting him- self by intrenching, and all the other little tricks of battle which may save a man's life without impair- ing his efficiency or detracting from his courage. He instinctively looks for orders, and obeys them with a blind instinct, without stopping to question their merit ; left to his own resources, he is almost helpless, and will often get killed from sheer stu- pidity in standing still and waiting for an order when every one is dead who has the right to give one. But these same qualities, which are so differ- ent from those of our own quick-witted volunteers, have their good side.

The Russian soldier's patience is boundless ; his endurance, his good-humor under hardship, his capacity for fighting on an emp- ty stomach and under difficulties, are beyond all praise, and will enable a general who appreciates these qualities to work wonders with them ; and he is probably the steadiest of all soldiers under defeat and adversity. Deprived of their officers, a body of Russian soldiers may degenerate into a helpless, inert mass, and be slaughtered by means of their very cohesiveness, but they will never take a panic ; their history affords none of those examples in which a mass of crazy fugitives 'fly with a cry of " Sauve qui pent" from a danger conjured up by the imagination and exaggerated and inflamed by the senseless cries of others.

His faith is simple and childlike ; in the one phrase of "God and the Tsar" is summed up nearly all his religion and his philosophy of life. God will take care of him hereafter and the Tsar so long as he lives. When his battles result in de- feats, when his biscuits are full of maggots, when his clothing is made of shoddy, when his boots drop to pieces, he reasons it out slowly, and can only come to the conclusion, so pathetic in its simple faith, "Ah! if the Tsar only knew!" Every one within his reach he freely discusses, criticizes and blames ; he half suspects that his generals may be fools, and he is sure that his commissaries are rascals, but- no thought of censure ever crosses his mind against the Tsar. He never for an instant doubts that the Tsar is his best friend, and would correctalltheseevilsifonlyheknewofthem. But alas ! he reasons, the Tsar cannot know everything, and so there is no help for him ; he goes on doing his duty faithfully, bravely and patiently, hoping that at some day and in some way, he knows not how, things will go better.

The regimental and company officers possess many of the solid stubborn qualities of the soldiers, but in the great mass of the army they are deficient in the higher attainments necessary to direct these qualities in such a way as to derive the full benefit ofthem. Intheregimentsoftheguardtheofficers are gentlemen of polished address, familiar with the life of courts and capitals gained in constant travel through Europe, speaking several languages fluently, and are possessed of a wide variety of knowledge if none of it is profound. In the regiments of the are accustomed to look upon as the necessary qualifica- tions for an officer. The lack of initiative, which forms no great demerit among soldiers if their officers are equal to every emergency, is a terrible defect among the officers themselves.

The ready grasp of a new problem, the energy and "enterprise" which are so common in America, particularly where it is fostered as in the western States by life in a new country and habits of independence and resource, find no counterpart in Russia ; and hence we see their officers when placed in a novel situation letting things take their own course, regardless of consequences, until they at last learn how to deal with it. If 40,000 prisoners are thrown suddenly on their hands, as at the surrender of Plevna, no better expedient presents itself than to herd them out in the snow in great flocks like sheep, and let three days pass before they get anything to eat, and twelve days before measures are perfected for marching them to the Danube, only twenty miles — off the prisoners meanwhile perishing by hundreds every night.

If a bridge forming part of the main line of communication of a great army is constructed across a large river, one end of it leading into a miserable little town with streets so narrow that two vehicles can not pass, you do not find the lines of opposing travel so clearly marked out that there can be no divergence from them, and men stationed at The Russian Soldier. 29 every corner to compel vehicles to take a certain direction, but you see two long lines of small supply wagons gradually approaching each other until they become jammed and blocked in the middle of the town, and several hours and even a day or more are occupied in unloading a half a mile of wagons and dragging them out backwards in order to re-open the communication ; and these are things which do not occur only during the first days or weeks but throughout a whole campaign of months.

The essential characteristic of the whole class of joined to a centralization whose multiplicity of re- ports and papers defies all belief or comprehension and supplemented only too often by the most petty tyranny. Instead of straightening things out by his own ready wit on his own responsibility, the official is either content to let them take their course, shrugging his shoulders with an air of laissez- faire and satisfied that the responsibility rests not with himself but with the official next above him, or else wasting the time that should be devoted to action in an excited discussion with one of his sub- ordinates as to what should be done or how things came to be in such a condition.

Any large army must always represent with very considerable fidelity, the nation from which it is drawn, and Russia's geographical position, back- wardness in mechanical invention, and the dense ignorance which still in spite of all the efforts towards education pervades the peasant class, con- stitute difficulties in her way as a military nation which it is impossible to overcome by any amount of numbers, mutual organization, or bravery. Its only remedy lies in time and the advance in civilization.

At the close of a long conversation about America, — a Russian officer an ardent admirer of our country — like many of his compatriots said with a sigh, " Ah ! my friend, you fortunate people have not the middle age

Peter the Great was the first Tsar who broke with the traditions of the past, and the key of his whole system is found in his saying that he built his town of St. Petersburg as a window to let in the light of Europe." Many of his successors, with minds only less great and wills almost as indomitable as his own, have struggled to bring their people for- ward, but usually on the same principle as Peter's, of introducing and adapting foreign ideas rather than of stimulating the development of native ones; at one time French ideas have predominated, at another time German, and although in the present reign the development has been more of a pure Russian type, yet at all times the progressives at your back." The middle ages are close to Russia, and she finds it hard to separate her- self from them.