Part 2 (2/2)
IV
THE WISE MEN FROM THE WEST
[Ill.u.s.tration: Upward bound on the Tigris.]
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THE WISE MEN FROM THE WEST
The story of Mesopotamia is a story of irrigation. ”It is not improbable,” writes Sir William Willc.o.c.ks, the great irrigationist, ”that the wisdom of ancient Chaldea had its foundations in the necessity of a deep mastery of hydraulics and meteorology, to enable the ancient settlers to turn what was partially a desert and partially a swamp into fields of world-famed fertility.” The civilizations of Babylon and a.s.syria owed their very life to the science of watering the land, and even in the later times of Haroun Alraschid their great systems had been well maintained. It is said of Maimun, the son and successor of this monarch, that he exclaimed, as he saw Egypt spread out before him, ”Cursed be Pharaoh who said in his pride, 'Am I not Pharaoh, King of Egypt?' If he had seen Chaldea he would have said it with humility.”
Allowing for a certain amount of patriotic exaggeration, the exclamation at least shows at what a high degree of excellence the irrigation system of Mesopotamia was maintained in the 10th century A.D. Yet Mesopotamia is to-day a desert except for the regions in the immediate vicinity of the rivers. You can go westwards from Baghdad to the Euphrates, and every mile or so you will have to cross earthworks, not unlike irregular railway embankments, showing a vast system of irrigation channels both great and small. But there is not a drop of water near and not a tree and no sign of any life. How came the change and how can such a network of channels have ceased to work entirely?
The reason is to be found in some past neglect of the ancient dams that kept the water on a high level, so that it could flow by means of artificial ca.n.a.ls at a greater height (and consequently at a slower rate) than the rivers themselves. The Tigris and Euphrates are rivers fed by the melting snow in the mountains of Armenia. The hotter the season and the more necessary a plentiful supply of water, the greater is the amount brought down. The rivers, however, when they reach the flat alluvial plain between the region round about Baghdad and the Persian Gulf, when left to themselves are always bringing down a deposit and choking themselves up and then breaking out in a new direction, causing swamps and turning much of the land into useless marsh. Consequent also upon this silting-up process the banks of the rivers are higher than the surrounding country, and there is a gentle drop in the level of the land as it recedes from the river.
[Ill.u.s.tration: MUD HOUSES ON THE TIGRIS]
The object of the ancient irrigationists was to tap the rivers at the higher part of this plain, and then, by means of great ca.n.a.ls, lead the water where they wanted it. Large reservoirs and lakes for storing surplus water were made, and thus the uneven delivery of water by the rivers was checked and a more regular and manageable supply maintained.
The greatest of these ancient channels was the Nahrwan. A regulator, the ruins which are still traceable in the bed of the Tigris, turned sufficient water into this high-level river at Dura. It stretched southwards for about 250 miles along the left bank of the Tigris. It was the neglect of this ca.n.a.l that led to a fearful catastrophe which must have been responsible for the death of millions; a catastrophe which turned some 20,000 square miles of fruitful land, teeming with populous cities, into a dismal swamp.
The intake from the Tigris of this and other ca.n.a.ls evidently silted up, and thus enormous volumes of water, usually carried off by them in times of flood, helped to swell this river till, bursting its banks, it inundated the whole country. The result remains to-day--a vast tract of swampy land, barren and almost useless, except to a few wandering tribes of Arabs.
And now the land which sent its Wise Men to the West is looking towards the West again for aid. If its ancient prosperity is to be restored, if Chaldea is again to be a granary to the world, it is to the West that it must turn. Science and machinery shall again make the waste places to be inhabited and the desert blossom as the rose. Thus shall the wise men return to them--the Wise Men of the West. In every important agricultural centre are to be found irrigation officers--the first-fruits of British occupation.
There was only one subject of conversation in Mesopotamia in the winter of 1918-1919, and that was the chances of getting back home. There was very little to do at Basra except watch steamers load up with the more fortunate candidates for demobilization and give them a send-off. Brown had no difficulty in getting three weeks' leave to accompany me in some of my expeditions to gather up such fragments as remained of naval subjects on the rivers. We determined on a voyage of discovery up the Euphrates in search of the famous ”fly-boats” which had figured so vividly in the early days of naval river fighting, and which now were more or less peacefully employed. I had to make many sketches of them for further use, and succeeded in finding a whole ”bag” at Dhibban.
[Ill.u.s.tration: A MAHAILA OF THE INLAND WATER TRANSPORT]
We embarked in an ancient-looking stern paddler named _Shushan_. As we had to camp out in a somewhat rough-and-ready way, with not a little discomfort owing to a spell of very cold weather, Brown insisted on referring to her as _Shushan the Palace_.
She had a tall funnel, like the tug in Turner's _Fighting Temeraire,_ and kicked up a tremendous wash with her paddle, the whole effect being faintly reminiscent of a hay-making machine. She pushed her way along, slightly ”down by the head,” as if she had suddenly thought of something and was putting on a spurt to make up for lost time. I cannot lay hands on a sketch of her, but the one reproduced at the head of this chapter will give some idea of her character. Take away one funnel and place it amid-s.h.i.+ps, reduce her tonnage a little, and you have the _Shushan_ to the life.
This gallant little curiosity is no late conscripted product of the war.
She is one of the pukka s.h.i.+ps of the Navy in Mesopotamia--one of the Old Contemptibles. Armed with a three-pounder which caused such havoc to her decks when fired that it is reported the s.h.i.+p had to be turned round after each round. Two shots in succession in the same direction would have wrecked the vessel.
A host of amusing stories of her exploits were told us by her C.O., who was an R.N.V.R. Lieutenant. Some practical joker produced a cylinder alleged to be in cuneiform writing. A translation of the inscription proved beyond doubt that the _Shushan_ was used by Nebuchadnezzar as a royal yacht, and is the last surviving link with the Babylonian navy.
When the Turks had fled from Kurna and we were chasing them up the river with an amazing medley of craft, like a nightmare of Henley regatta suddenly mobilized, the _Shushan_ was in the forefront of the battle.
Led by the sloops _Espiegle_, _Clio_, and _Odin_, the Stunt Armada came to Ezra's Tomb at twilight. The river was high and the land in between the great bends was a maze of rushes and lagoons. Hospital hulks like Noah's arks, little steamers, and loaded mahailas jostled each other in their endeavours to get up against the strong stream. The hulks and the barges were dropped at the bend shown in the sketch, facing page 46, and the _Odin_ anch.o.r.ed. We had captured already some Turkish barges, and prisoners had to be collected.
The rest pushed on. Across the bend, some two or three miles away, the Turkish gunboat _Marmaris_ was putting on every ounce of fuel she had, and a ma.s.s of mahailas and tugs were doing their best to escape the Nemesis that awaited them. Then the sloops opened fire, and a desultory cannonade was kept up as it grew darker and darker. At last it was too dark to get any sort of aim, and firing ceased. The _Marmaris_ had been set alight by her crew, but we captured the whole of the enemy's flotilla.
[Ill.u.s.tration: EZRA'S TOMB]
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