On and on they drove them till they reached the shore.

There they massacred them with bayonets, with bullets, or by drowning.

I remember a dreadful scene of a poor woman standing up to her waist in the water.

Three children were clinging to her--but I cannot go on, really I cannot go on.

In the end a Turk waded out and bayoneted her while she strove to protect the last living child with her poor body whence it sprang.
"These, I understand," said Oro, pointing to the Turkish soldiers, "worship a prophet who they say is the voice of God." "Yes," I answered, "and therefore they massacre these who are Christians because they worship God without a prophet." "And what do the Christians massacre each other for ?" "Power and the wealth and territories that are power.