Sunday, February 7, 2016

Edmund Spencer, Travels in the Western Caucasus (1838)

Captain Edmund Spencer was a prolific British travel writer of the mid-nineteenth century. Between 1830 and 1850 he traveled widely in Eastern Europe, Middle East and Asia, publishing several travelogues. His first travel book was entitled “Sketches of Germany and the Germans, with a glance at Poland, Hungary, & Switzerland in 1834, 1835, and 1836, by an English resident of Germany” appeared in 1836. Spencer’s second great tour took him down the Danube from Vienna to Constantinople and the Black Sea where he visited the Caucasus; his travelogue “Travels in the Western Caucasus, including a tour through Imeritia, Mingrelia, Turkey, Moldavia, Galicia, Silesia, and Moravia, in 1836” appeared in London in 1838. Spencer continued to travel for the new two decades, including an extensive voyage through the southern Balkans which he described in his two-volume “Travels in European Turkey, in 1850, through Bosnia, Servia, Bulgaria, Macedonia, Thrace, Albania, and Epirus, with a visit to Greece and the Ionian Isles” (London 1851). In 1851 he revisited the Caucasus and spent several weeks traveling through North Caucasus and Western Georgia, publishing his accounts in "Turkey, Russia, the Black Sea, and Circassia (London, 1854).

The excerpt below is from Spencer's book "Travels in the Western Caucasus."


The religion of the Suoni [Svan] may be said to be a modification of Christianity, for they observe many of the fasts enjoined by the Greek church, and make a pilgrimage once or twice a-year to the ruins of some of their churches, or other holy shrines. An old man, of known sanctity, officiates as priest when his services are required, for which he is rewarded by each family, once a-year, with a fat sheep. When celebrating any of their festivals, such as Christmas, Easter, &c, they are most liberal in their hospitality, compelling every stranger, poor or rich, who may happen to be in their neighbourhood, to partake of their good cheer.

The Suoni [Svans] speak a dialect of the Mingrelian, and in their dress also resemble that people, while their customs and manners differ little from those of the other Caucasian tribes already described. In hospitality and courtesy to strangers well recommended, and in respect to their elders and chiefs, they are not exceeded by any; but woe to the traveller who might enter their settlements without some proof of the integrity of his intentions.

The only difference I observed in the culinary preparations was a substitute for the almost universal pilaff, in the form of mutton broth, served in small earthen basins, after the meat was dispatched. Like the other Circassian tribes, they are still ignorant that knives and forks form a cleanlier and more convenient medium for conveying food to the mouth than the fingers.

It must be confessed, that when our whole party were seated on their little carpets around the huge smoking copper cauldron of one of these patriarchal chiefs, devouring its contents with their fingers— the lord of the entertainment at the same time politely pointing out with his poniard [small dagger] the most delicate morsels to his guests, etiquette forbidding him to join the circle himself—they formed a picture which might well astonish a refined denizen of Europe. Yet, however fastidious his taste may be, let him ride four or five hours, without refreshment, over a mountainous country like the Caucasus, and then find himself seated near such a cauldron, filled with a savoury ragout, and I suspect his predilection for forks and spoons would vanish before the pleadings of hunger, and he would find the humble repast of the mountaineers quite as palatable as the recherche' viands of the most accomplished cuisinier of the day.

Instead of the wine and bosa so generally found at the houses of the other tribes we had visited, we were here, for the first time, plentifully regaled with beer, by no means to be despised. I could not forbear remarking that these people, notwithstanding salt is easily procured from their neighbours, the Mingrelians, prefer using sour milk as a substitute, which appears rather to conduce to their health than otherwise, at least, one thing is certain, that no peasants in any part of Europe are more free than the inhabitants of these provinces are in general from eruptive diseases, and, if we may judge from their appearance, none are more healthy; a fact attested by the great age to which the inhabitants generally attain, and the number of fine children that everywhere meet the eye. This may perhaps be, in some measure, attributed to the circumstance, that they consume vast quantities of honey, and never indulge in spirituous liquors; to which we may add, that they take a great deal of exercise in the open air.

The Suoni [Svans] are not so neat in all that appertains to domestic economy as the Circassians, neither are their houses so commodious, being, in fact, mere hovels, resembling those of the Tartars, which I described when traveling in KrimTartary. The roofs are, in general, level with the surface of the ground, and the little dwelling itself lies burrowed in the side of a rock, on the banks of some running stream or spring. In the centre of these huts is an opening intended for the purposes of admitting light and expelling smoke; adjoining to these are the sheds for their cattle, and store-houses for preserving the produce of the field during winter,—all built in the same primitive manner.

These huts appear, however, suited to their wants, as they never remain stationary for any length of time. In summer they wander from mountain to mountain with their flocks and herds, and during winter remain quietly on the fertile banks of some rivulet; but, as they think it too much labour to manure their land, when it becomes exhausted by repeated crops they remove to another spot. Hence, if we were not aware of this being the general practice of the people, and in a greater or less degree that of all the tribes of the Western Caucasus, we might be led to believe, from the frequent recurrence of ruined hamlets and homesteads, that the country had been recently laid waste by some invading army.

As may be supposed, the Suoni, from the nature of their country, are a people entirely pastoral in their habits. At the same time that they derive from their narrow dales sufficient corn for their own consumption, they maintain numerous flocks and herds. Their horses are small and rough-looking, but very hardy, and none are better adapted for mountain-traveling, owing to their sure footedness; hence they derive considerable profit by selling them to their neighbours, the Imeritians and Mingrelians. They have also a good breed of asses, and their mules are much in demand.

Every hamlet and homestead through which we passed we found infested, like those of the Krim Tartars, with dogs of the wolf breed, whose incessant clamour and pertinacious pursuit of a stranger are extremely annoying. In addition to this canine torment, they have a fine race of greyhounds, resembling those of the Circassians in Lower Abasia, kept for coursing, an amusement for which they entertain a strong attachment.

It would appear from the numerous ruins of churches and other buildings, that the Suoni [Svans] were at one time more civilized than they are at the present day; still, being moderate in their desires, and having abundance of cattle and corn to supply their wants, together with every description of game, and at the same time protected from invasion by the fastnesses of their mountains, we may term them a happy people.

The chiefs and elders of the Suoni, being allied with the Circassian knights by family ties, are on the most friendly terms with them, and in general with all their neighbours, who look up to their mountains as a secure asylum in the event of being expelled from their own country by aggression. In their laws, customs, and manners, they are perfectly patriarchal, living under the jurisdiction of those among their elders whose wisdom and influence entitle them to such a distinction.

The dales and sides of the mountains inhabited by the Suoni are well covered with forest timber, including immense trees of that beautiful red wood, the Taxus, together with oak and linden of the most gigantic dimensions. Here I found the bark of that most useful tree, the linden, again in high request, as these people manufacture from it their summer tents, which are perfectly impervious to rain. Lofty walnut trees abound in favoured situations, where also the vine and various kinds of fruit trees thrive with no common luxuriance.

The system of agriculture pursued by these people differs little from that of the other mountaineers before described, and their flocks and herds are also very similar. Their forests, however, being more inaccessible and savage, abound with prodigious quantities of game of every description, and also with wild animals, such as the bear, wolf, lynx, and wild cat; neither is the panther, which infests part of Imeritia and Georgia, any stranger to their valleys.

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Having completely refreshed ourselves at the house of the excellent elder Alaek Aiti, we rose with Aurora, and prepared to quit the territory of the confederated tribes of the Western Caucasus. To prevent suspicion from being excited in the minds of the Russian soldiery, should we encounter any, we exchanged the Circassian turban of black Astrakan fur and scarlet cloth, for the towering Mingrelian cap of lamb skin; and that we might appear peaceable in our intentions, we divested ourselves of the rifle, merely retaining the sabre, together with the poniard [dagger] and pistols in our belts; thus, enveloped in the ample folds of the tohaouka, we rather resembled a party of quiet Mingrelian peasants, than the fierce enemies of Russian aggression. 

Our worthy host and his followers, also, most courteously exchanged our weary horses for their own hardy surefooted animals; so, once more well mounted, and accompanied as usual by the whole male population of the district, we commenced our journey to the Tzcheness-tzquali [Tskhenistskali River], a river that separates Mingrelia from Imeritia. We might have taken a shorter route by following the Mecu-Enguri to Anaklia, on the Mingrelian coast; but by so doing, we should have been condemned to a dreary ride through the swamps and interminable forests bordering the Euxine in that direction; besides being exposed to the danger of suffering from the malaria, with which nearly the whole of the Odishi district, on to the mouth of the Phase [Rioni], is infested, with the exception of a few months in winter. 

It was impossible that any country could have been more delightfully picturesque and romantic than that in the vicinity of the [Tskhenistskali]: the river itself, here and there like a cataract, was at one time seen bursting through the clefts of rocks of terrific elevation, then, taking a serpentine course, it irrigated fairy valleys, abounding with all the productions of the most favoured climes: there was the myrtle, the laurel, and the olive; thick groves of oleander and pomegranate; while the wild vine, the fig, and the mulberry, intermingled with the choicest fruit trees and innumerable species of parasitical plants, formed bowers at once fragrant and luxuriant. Nor were these the only attractions in this singular and beautiful region, for at every elevated point, as we left the river, and followed some less circuitous path across a mountain ridge, landscapes at once splendid and extensive burst upon our view ; in addition to the stupendous Elbrous, the Mquinvari [Mkinvar-tsveri/Kazbek] marked its majestic outline upon the horizon, together with the distant scarcely defined range of mountains inhabited by the Lesghi. The Mquinvari (ice mountain, in the Mingrelian dialect) is exactly in the form of a sugar loaf, being covered even down to its base with eternal snow and ice: this arises from its very elevated situation, as it is in fact, like the Elbrous, an alp upon a ridge of high mountains. 

This magnificent alp, considerably higher than Mont Blanc, is but seldom visible from any of the mountain heights in the Western Caucasus, owing to the Elbrous or some other lofty peak intercepting the view. The neighbouring tribes, the Ossetinians, call it the Zeresti-zub (mountain of Christ), conformably with a legend which says that our Redeemer once resided in a splendid palace in the interior of the ice-clad alp, superb beyond description, being built of white marble and crystal, and containing among other treasures, “the tent of Abraham, the fiery chariot that conveyed Elijah to heaven, the cradle of Christ, and the identical dove that Noah dispatched from the ark, to ascertain whether the waters of the flood were yet dried up !” 

These traditions, and various others of a similar nature, so widely circulated, and so generally believed by the Caucasians, however absurd and fanciful they may be, afford sufficient evidence of the existence of Christianity at some former period. 

The Suoni tribes have also a peculiar appellation for their gigantic neighbour, the Elberous, calling it Passi; and, like the other tribes, imagine it to be the abode of some mighty spirit, with his myriads of attendants. 

We had not proceeded many miles on the banks of the [Tskhenistskali] when we took a more southerly direction, and came to the Phase [Rioni], for, in this land of nature, rivers and the luminaries of heaven are the only indications which a traveller has to guide him on his route. We were, however, aided by the experience of the Suoni chief, Alaek Aiti, for without some such assistance it would have been impossible to attempt a passage through this most inaccessible country, a term which may be applied, in a greater or less degree, to the whole of the mountain districts I had traversed in the interior of the Caucasus. Indeed, no description can convey an accurate idea of the fearfully wild and romantic character of the region through which we now passed, each successive gorge and deep defile being more formidable and intricate than the other; here our narrow path was overhung by jutting crags, – there by an impenetrable arch, composed of the foliage of virgin forests and brushwood, through which we were frequently obliged to hew a passage with the axe: a country admirably adapted to the guerilla, who would defend the passes of his country; or the bandit, who would plunder the passing traveller; since nothing could be easier than for a single warrior to exterminate a whole party before they would be able to discover his retreat. 

On leaving the country of the confederated tribes of the Western Caucasus, the first district we entered in Imeritia was Ledschgumi [Lechkhumi]. This beautiful country abounds in all the choicest productions of nature: with a soil capable of nourishing a vast population, it is also blessed with a climate the most salubrious and bracing to the constitution, for here, the mountains being of no great altitude, and shelving down to the plains of Mingrelia and Gourial [Guria], there is no obstruction whatever to deprive the land of the mild breezes of the south. Notwithstanding all these advantages, the country is wild, solitary, and neglected; for, with the exception of a few miserable hamlets, more resembling the habitations of beavers than the dwellings of man, we did not see a single village till we came to Kuthaissi [Kutaisi], once the capital of Imeritia, but now so ruinous and depopulated as scarcely to deserve the name of a town. The few natives we encountered bore every mark of extreme indigence, were slovenly in their dress, and in everything appertaining to their domestic concerns. 

How different from their sturdy neighbours, the mountaineers of the Caucasus, whose patriotism and independent spirit elevates them to such a decided superiority over the whole of the neighbouring tribes who had formerly acknowledged, or at present recognise, the supremacy of Turkey and Persia ! These people, having their best energies chilled by despotism and slavery, with scarcely any interest in the land they cultivate, beyond that of producing a miserable subsistence for their families, have become, owing to the uncertain tenure upon which they hold their property, recklessly careless as to the future, and negligent in everything that concerns their existence. They also submit to be transferred from one potentate to another, with as much apathy as if they were a herd of cattle...

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Maynard Owen Williams, Russia's Orphan Races (1918)

Maynard Owen Williams (1888-1963) was a National Geographic correspondent and photographer. Self-described "camera-coolie and a roughneck", Williams was the National Geographic's first foreign correspondent, who had traveled widely and provided the journal with a steady stream of fascinating stories and vivid photographs. In the fall of 1917, as the Russian Empire came crumbling down, Williams traveled across its southern regions, crossed the Caucasus and visited Georgia on his way to Central Asia. His later wrote a lengthy report on his experiences, which was published in October 1918 issue of the National geographic (Vol. XXXIV, No.4).


RUSSIA'S ORPHAN RACES
Picturesque peoples Who Cluster on the Southeastern borderland of the Vast Slav Dominions

A few miles south of the snow ridge of the Caucasus, there is a wretched little village whose fame should be world-wide. Mtzkhet has claims to antiquity that make New England towns appear as embryos, for its citizens assert that it was founded by one of Noah's sons, who strolled over from Mount Ararat one day after the waters had subsided and chose this site because of its excellent drainage.

Beneath its terraced homes two rivers unite: the clear, cold Aragwa, hastening from its birthplace in the eternal snows of the Caucasus to the hot depression of the Caspian, and the Kura, sullied and dirty, swinging in from the west to make its way down the Tiflis depression and across the barren Transcaucasian steppe, between the mountains of Daghestan and the highlands of Armenia.

Damascus has a verdant freshness about it that is as deceptive as grease paint, but Mtzkhet stands out from green fields and pastures new like a weathered, sharp-bowed fishing smack in an emerald sea. On a rock cliff opposite this quiet city with the cat-fight name the kings of Georgia erected their first castle, but it was in Mtzkhet itself that Georgia was born. 

The Georgians admit their descent from the Accadians and Sumerians, but there is nothing in their appearance or personality to indicate their descent from anything. They seem to have ascended from the plane of other men. Militant of appearance, handsome of countenance, chivalrous, and unfamiliar with hard toil, these lovers of wine, women, and song are as princely in bearing as the unwashed Bedouin before his desert tent. Part of them are mountaineers - the most picturesque brigands that ever carried an arsenal at their belts. The rest are agricultural people, whose contact with the soil does not prevent them from holding their chests up like soldiers in uniform.

The Georgian women conquered the Turkish rulers by the palace route, but the Georgian men are handsomer than their wives, and in Georgia the male wears the fine plumage. But he treats his wife and daughters well and never allows them to act as servants.

There is so much strength in the Georgian face that the women lose their greatest charm by the time they mature. The classic nose is too noble to be pretty, the straight, large mouth shows determination rather than a Cupid's bow, and the fine eyes soon dominate a face that is manly in its beauty. In the Tiflis Red Cross cafes one may see scores of Georgian women with short, curled hair who could pose as Belvedere Apollos, but never a Venus.

St. Nina established a Christian church in Mtzkhet about 347 A. D., which was for many years a center for Christian culture. The Georgians assert that they were Christians before the Armenians, and vice versa; yet the princely but spendthrift Georgians and the oppressed but wealthy Armenians have been so much mixed throughout their history that there are today persons who call themselves Georgians and who speak Georgian, but who attend the Armenian church, while Armenians speaking Armenian are often found in Georgian churches.

The Georgians are good hosts and the Armenians are shrewd business men. That is why the Golovinski Prospekt in Tiflis, one of the proudest avenues in the world, is owned by Armenians and brightened by the presence of the Georgians, the handsomest young people one can find in Asia.

On October 14, 1917, I attended the investiture of the Georgian Katholikos[-Patriarch Kirion II] at Mtzkhet, the first in one hundred years. This was the first step this militant people, who had chafed under the burden of Tsardom, made toward independence. The affair at Mtzkhet marked their religious autonomy and freedom from the Russian Church. On May 26, 1918, after the Turks took the Batum and Kars districts, thus leaving only historic Georgia to the Transcaucasian Republic, the Georgian Diet declared their independence, thus virtually ending the Transcaucasian Republic, in which Tatars had had four representatives to Georgia's three.

Whether Georgia can hold out against the Turks and Germans remains to be seen, but of one thing we may be sure, Georgia will never tamely submit to oppression. She flirted with Germany's Pan-Turanian schemes and as late as June 19, 1918, was forced to send delegates to Constantinople to confer with the Central Powers; but Georgia has never relished the idea of subservience and she may hold out till relief can reach her.

Every train entering Mtzkhet on October 14, 1917, was packed to the doors. Crowds of young men from Tiflis rode on the roofs in order to see the colorful drama of the rebirth of a proud nation. It was not until the procession between the tiny station and the stately church was formed that order appeared in the kaleidoscopic scene. At the head of the line was a handsome Georgian, bearing aloft a blue silk banner inscribed in silver with Georgian characters and surmounted by a silver disc which bore the picture of some great saint. He was dressed in soft black boots, a dark-brown tcherkeska,.with its narrow waist and flowing skirts and cartridge cases across the breast, and wore the small Georgian skull cap; but as necessary as his dress were the sword and dagger and, strange anachronism, an automatic pistol in a brand-new russet case at his hip. Death-dealing weapons are still articles of ordinary dress in Georgia.

The color-bearer was flanked by two swordsmen in wine-colored plush doublets edged in soft fur, scarlet trousers, soft white-leather boots with gold tassels, and anklets of soft white leather with narrow stripes of red leather trimming.

Behind them came thirty or more male singers, gaily dressed and followed by a band of young women wearing Marguerite braids which reached below the knees. Over their close-fitting bodices of figured silk in soft tints of gray and blue they wore flowing velvet cloaks of delicate blue edged in fur. Their skirts, of queenly length, were paneled in the same soft tinted material as composed their bodices and their soft boots were hidden except for the shapely toes.

Then came a huge motor-car, crawling along with all the dignity due its chief occupant, the Katholikos-to-be. Forming a daisy chain about this ecclesiastical chariot were forty or more young Georgian girls, their smooth cheeks flushed beyond their usual fine color by the excitement. Most were dressed in simple white, against which their raven hair and rosy cheeks showed lively contrast, but a few wore tailored suits and small hats in the latest European style.

Behind these lovely ladies came gaunt Khevsurs, wearing chain coats of mail and chain helmets. Their straight swords were double-edged and each carried a small shield decorated with applique figures. Their small, wiry horses sniffed restively at the fumes of the motor-cars, resenting more than did their ruddy-haired masters this anachronism of eight centuries gap.

The Khevsurs wear the cross on their clothing and are the champion religionists of the world, for they observe the Christian Sabbath, the Jewish Saturday, and the Mohammedan Friday, and their religion is a strange mixture of all three beliefs with paganism. An early French traveler started the story that they were descendants of some Frankish Crusaders who fell in love with Georgian womanhood and forgot the Holy Grail in the midst of Georgian loveliness; but a matter-of-fact and very erudite Georgian scholar in Tiflis spoiled that story.

Inside the church, erected on the spot where the unseamed vesture of the Christ was found, after "having been brought hither from Golgotha by a Jew, there lie buried many of the proud but ill-fated line of Georgian kings, the last of whom, George XIII, ceded his territory to Russia in 1801 and died that year, broken-hearted, a true ruler, who could not conquer and therefore faced the only alternative—death.

Sixteen centuries have passed since the first Christian church was erected on that site: yet in the necropolis beyond there are remains of broad-headed men of the Iron Age, compared with whom Heraclius, Queen Tamara, the Guramides, and the Pharnavasians are unromantic moderns. They could tell of times before Prometheus was bound to the heights of Kasbek and Jason came hither in search of the Golden Fleece. Mtzkhet is ancient, but it is only a way station on the great highway of history across the mountain barrier which bridges the land-masses of Europe and Asia.