THE GRECO-TURKISH WAR 654 "As we struggled on the Karya road," he says," there came a new experience. 'Pop,pop; pop,pop,pop ; pop, pop, pop, pop, pop ; pop.'

It was not very different from the sound of shooting manypheasants, butIknew they were shooting men. My heart began to try to beat in time with tlae pops. When four or five came together,Iwondered howmany were down that time;Ihurriedlest both sides should be killed out before Igot there. So Iturned a corner and came on the village of Karya— small and ramshackle and dirty— wedged into a recess under hills like cataracts suddenly turned to round slowly, now rapidly. Every now and then the pops were varied by a boom— agun. Here and there a tiny patch of dirty smoke curled languidly off the broadhillside. Through a glassIwatched it for a long time fromHamdi Pasha'sheadquarters,andImadeout some black dots on a tongue of the ridge about one-third ot the way up. That was a battery of artillery. At the very top was a linerather like tlaeleg of a beetle undera microscope;that was a battalion of infantry. Pop, popple, boom, little black dots, and littleblack streaks— that was all."

The battle might perhaps be described as a SKETCH MAP SHOWING THE SITUATION AT THE BEGINNING AND AT THE END OF THE FIGHT FOR THE FRONTIER, stone; above these the solemn whiteness of Olympus. Olympus is the back-scene of Karya ; its foreground was the fight. There was a broad valley, perhaps a mile to acouple of miles across; at the other side of it grey-green hills, part stones, part young grass,part wood. Tlae hills rose to various summits— four to five in all, though these were hardly individual enough to make the whole thing more than a crested ridge ; you might as well call it one hill as five. Isuppose they were 3,000 or 4,000 feet high, and quite steep. Along them ran the frontier. You could recognise it by tlae little dabs of white which stood for blockhouses. Across the valley came the pops— sometimes rare and distinct, sometimes a rapid popple when all the individual reports ran into each other. It sounded like a machine that was now going skirmish, very much extendedinspace and prolonged in time. Close and serious fighting there was really none. Tlae Greek advance over Mount Analipsis had been checked in the early morning by three Turkish battalions, which were camped near Karya and belonged to Hamdi Pasha's division. Colonel Kaklamanos, who commanded on the Greek side, sent for reinforcements and brought his mountain guns over theridge. Hamdi Pasha hurried to Karya and orderedup battalionsfrom right and left to strengthen the defence. For somehours he had no guns with which to replj to the Greek mountain batteries on tlae spurs of Analipsis. His batteries were away to the eastward near Leptokarya. He had orderedthem up, but they were dragging slowly for hours along the reeky track that served for a road. Meanwhile, the