They had no food with them, no tents, and scarcely any clothing.

Here and there, in parties at intervals along the line, rode Turkish soldiers; and when an Armenian, man or woman or child, would seek to rest, a Turk would spur down on him and prick him back into line with his lance--man, woman or child, as the case might be.

Some of the Turks cracked whips, and when they did that the Armenians who were not too far spent would shudder as if the very sound had cut their flesh.

How did I know they were Armenians?
I did not know.

I learned that afterward.
Some wept.