It was fifty or sixty feet high, and rather difficult to climb, but he led us straight up it, cautioning us to be silent and not to show ourselves on the far side.

On the top we crawled forward eighteen or twenty yards on our bellies, until we lay at last gazing downward.
It was plain then whence those half-gorged vultures came.
Who shall describe what we saw?
Did the sahib ever hear of Armenian massacres?
This was worse.

If this had been a massacre we would have known what to do, for our Sikh creed bids us ever take the part of the oppressed.

But this was something that we did not understand, that held us speechless, each man searching his own heart for explanation, and Ranjoor Singh standing a little behind us watching us all.
There were hundreds of men, women and little children being herded by Turks toward the desert--southward.

The line was long drawn out, for the Armenians were weary.