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Identifier: cradleofmankindl00wigrrich (find matches)
Title: The cradle of mankind; life in eastern Kurdistan
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Wigram, W. A. (William Ainger), 1872-1953 Wigram, Edgar Thomas Ainger, Sir, 1864-1935
Subjects: Kurds Kurdistan -- Description and travel
Publisher: London, A. & C. Black, ltd.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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a peculiarly atrocious massacre of the unarmedChristians of the plain. Therefore they would break outwestward, where no one would dream of expecting them.They would march in two bands, lest their line should bestrung out unwieldily—and perhaps with a tacit previsionlike that of the patriarch Jacob, that if one band was caughtand overwhelmed the other might have chances of escape.They would cross the Zab by the flimsy wooden bridgesnear the mouths of the lateral valleys of Diz and Tal.*Then, making a wide circuit northward, they would reuniteon the further side of Julamerk, whence one more long daysmarch would bring them to Albaq (near Bashkala) and thepass that led to Salmas Plain. And, in the face of all military probability, this daring planactually succeeded. If the Assyrians were but poorly dis-ciplined, the Kurds who beleaguered them were no better. * The Tal gorge debouches upon the Zab from the left, near thefurther end of the reach shown in the frontispiece. See also p. 288.
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A HIT OF THE ROAD BETWEEN TAL AND JULAMERKThese built-up sections, or Stangi, are a feature of the mountain paths 374 OUR SMALLEST ALLY The pursuers who should have pressed on their tracks, assoon as they found that the Yailas had been evacuated,stayed behind to quarrel over the division of such sheep ashad been abandoned; and the isolated detachments thatstrove to check their progress were surprised by theirsudden sally and easily brushed aside. The Patriarch marched with the Tal column, and hismarch was marked by an incident as moving as it ispicturesque. His route led him over a lofty mountain colnear Julamerk,* whence for the last time he was able tolook down upon the little green alp that marked the siteof his own village of Qudshanis; and, as he paused to gaze,one natural sigh escaped him: When shall I ever drink thewaters of Qudshanis again ? The words were caught byas attentive ears as those of the three mighty men whofollowed the son of Jesse. Without a word to their chieftai

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