WHO ARE THE HUNS?

102 Violations of Red Cross Rules.
treatment to the German prisoners. This terrible condition
of things as well as the disregard of all the laws of humanity
towards the wounded, in addition to the serious lack of supplies
under which the faulty organization of the French Red Cross
suffers, have caused many well-known Frenchmen, among them
Albert de Mun, Gustave Hervé, and Clemenceau to make the
most violent criticisms in their newspapers, criticisms based
upon incontrovertible proofs."
This report by an absolutely unpartisan writer has a particular
value in that it shows what a dolus eventualis had from
the very beginning existed through the use of these colored
ruffians of Turcos by the French Government. This government
was well aware that these savage hordes do not care a pin about
the rules of the Geneva Convention nor the "Regulations of
Warfare by Land," but burn and murder for the sheer lust of
it—and the more treacherous and cowardly the murder the
more they glory in it. We are indeed pleased to see from the
foregoing that M. Clemenceau has been forced to draw the
bow a little more lightly, and we do not hesitate to do him the
honor of thinking that the reproaches levelled against him have
not been without effect.
But it is not only the Turcos who demean themselves in
so barbarous a manner,—the infection spreads to the widest
circles of the army and the people. A most terrible scene
is republished in the Chicago "Evening News" from the
"Daily Mail." It is the statement of a French abbé,—surely
a very reliable witness!—regarding the treatment of the
German prisoners during the bombardment of Rheims cathedral.
"Blows from fists and canes hailed down upon the wounded
Germans. The raging mass heaved about us like an angry
sea; I have never seen anything more terrible. Faces distorted
with rage stared into mine. A wounded man who fell exhausted,
was torn away by the mob and flung upon the pavement.
Immediately the insane crowd fell upon him with kicks;
several jumped upon his body. I pushed my way through the
crowd, and succeeded in dragging away the German. He could
no longer speak, but thanked me with his eyes.
"Can't you help me?" I cried to a French officer.