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A <strong>Bulgaria</strong>n law, not one which was passed on the outbreak of the<br />

war—they were far too clever for that—but an Act which was part<br />

of the organic law of the country, allowed the military authorities<br />

to requisition all surplus food and all surplus goods which could<br />

be of value to the army on the outbreak of hostilities. The whole<br />

machinery for that had been provided beforehand. But so great was<br />

the voluntary patriotism of the people that this machinery practically<br />

had not to be used in any compulsory form. Goods were brought<br />

in voluntarily, wagons, cart-horses, and oxen, and all the surplus<br />

flour and wheat, and—I have the official figures from the <strong>Bulgaria</strong>n<br />

Treasurer—the goods which were obtained in this way totalled in<br />

value some six million pounds. The <strong>Bulgaria</strong>n people represent half<br />

the population of London. The population is poor. Their national<br />

existence dates back only half a century. But they are very frugal<br />

and saving; that six millions which the Government signed for<br />

represented practically all the savings which the <strong>Bulgaria</strong>n people<br />

had at the outbreak of the war.<br />

Chapter VII<br />

A War Correspondent’s Trials in <strong>Bulgaria</strong><br />

A sense of grievance was the first fruits of my experience as<br />

a war correspondent in <strong>Bulgaria</strong>. It was the general policy of the<br />

<strong>Bulgaria</strong>n army and the <strong>Bulgaria</strong>n military authorities to prevent war<br />

correspondents seeing anything of their operations. They wished<br />

nothing to interfere with the secrecy of their plans. There were only<br />

three British journalists who succeeded, in the ultimate result, in<br />

getting to the front and seeing the final battle of the first phase of the<br />

war, at Chatalja. There were over a hundred correspondents who<br />

attempted to go. Perhaps as I was one of three who succeeded, I do<br />

not think I, personally, have any reason to complain. But I found a<br />

good deal of vexation in the <strong>Bulgaria</strong>n policy, which was to prevent<br />

any knowledge of their plans, their dispositions, their strategy,<br />

and their tactics, from getting beyond the small circle of their own<br />

General Staff. Even some of their generals in the field were kept in<br />

partial ignorance. Officers of high standing, unless they were on the<br />

General Staff, knew little of the general plan; they were informed<br />

only about the particular operations in which they were engaged.<br />

This policy of secrecy was, however, a good thing from the point<br />

of view of getting to know the <strong>Bulgaria</strong>n people. If the military<br />

authorities had given me facilities to go with the army and see its<br />

operations I should have become familiar with the Headquarters<br />

Staff, perhaps with a few regimental officers, but not with the great<br />

mass of the army nor with the <strong>Bulgaria</strong>n people generally. But<br />

the refusal of facilities to accompany the army cast upon me the<br />

responsibility of trying to get through somehow to the front, and in<br />

the process of getting through I won to knowledge of the peasant<br />

soldiers and their home life.<br />

Ultimately the residuum of my grievance was not with the<br />

secretive methods of the <strong>Bulgaria</strong>ns—they were wise and necessary—<br />

but with the wild fictions which some correspondents thought to be<br />

the proper response to that policy of secretiveness.<br />

Returned to Kirk Kilisse from the <strong>Bulgaria</strong>n lines at Chatalja, I<br />

amused myself in an odd hour with burrowing among a great pile<br />

of newspapers in the Censor’s office, and reading here and there the<br />

war news from English, French, and Belgian papers.

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