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Turkish peasant with his boy and girl, beginning to plough and sow in a valley of theTaurus Mountains, a few yards from the Bagdad Road.tains, but a day's journey from Adana,and at the upper entrance to the famous"Cilician Gates" temporarily closed by agreat landslide, I saw the peasants comingout into their fields again, down alongthe river, near the railroad track, fromtheir huts on the mountainside. Delayedfor some hours by a wreck ahead of us, Iwandered out into one of these fields,where I saw in the distance three figures.As I came near I found a father and twochildren; the boy with a plough of a typeseveral thousand years old; the girl assistingthe father in filling the sack fromwhich he was sowing millet. This bucolicscene, beautiful beyond any description,the snow-white peaks looking down uponthe now peaceful valley in which were thewrecks of many abandoned or capturedGerman cars (I counted a hundred inthat very valley) needs only what Turkeydid not give, perhaps could not give,to make it one of human happiness andcontentment, as well as of physical beauty.It needs only security of life andfreedom from rapine and pillage to makeit a paradise. Golden eagles were flyingin its skies above the black doubleheadedeagles on the deserted cars.Even after the way was clear of the74wreck, there was not sufficient "personnel" to run the train, and there wasfurther delay which permitted thesemeditations which I find in my diary,written as I sat on a hilltop with thegolden eagles flying over my head, thepeaceful valley at my feet, the snowcoveredpeaks shutting us all away fromthe rest of the earth:"Here are men and women on the sameearth with me—men and women and especiallychildren, who, born and rearedin this rich and historic valley, have notthe slightest opportunity to see and enjoythe things which we count most beautifuland precious in life, who are nearerto the animals in their daily living thanthey are to human beings of the highestorder. Should not the world whichtraces its faith and its democratic idealsthrough these very valleys, organize itsforces of mercy and education to establishhere a world order for the good, especiallyof the children ? The Red Crosshas been an experiment in that universalsharing of the best things. It had its opportunitythrough the extreme misery ofmany. Let the Red Cross spirit persuadea world order in which there shallbe: