Memoirs of the Affairs of Greece
Chapter III
CHAPTER III.
The author goes to Mesolonghi—Caraiscachi, a Greek chief—Secret
understanding between the Turks and the Albanians—Customs at
funerals—Ithaca—Hostility of Sir T. Maitland and British
agents to the Greeks—Honourable exception afforded by Colonel
Napier—Turkish brig attacked by the Greeks—Great sums of money
on board—The crew saved.
On the 8th of December I left Argostoli for Mesolonghi,
accompanied by Caraiscachi, who, regardless of the
state of his health, and the danger to which he exposed it by undertaking so long and so
fatiguing a journey, at the very worst period, too, of the rainy season, could no longer
control his impatience of revenge; having just heard of the numerous persecutions his rival
Rangos had inflicted on his adherents in the
province of Agrapha. He vented the bitterest rage against the Greek government, by which
his adversary had been authorised to dispossess him of a province, he considered as his
legitimate conquest; as he had driven out the Turks who occupied it, long before the above
power existed, with no other aid than the valour of his own followers. The chief complaint,
which the government had to allege against him, and in fact against every capitano of the
provinces on the borders, was their treacherous conduct towards their own countrymen, and
the friendly footing on which they stood with the enemy, the Albanians. These two races of
Turks having, from their youth upwards, lived in the closest intimacy, had become familiar
with each other’s habits and language, and were enemies only in appearance. A tacit
agreement existed between them not to oppose one another’s depredations; and in
several
instances they even protected their respective properties, and
gave proofs of attachment, that made them forgetful of the duties, they owed both to their
nation and their religion. As one instance of this, out of many others, might be mentioned
the intimate friendship, which reigned between the Governor of Prevesa, Bekir
Giocadore, and Zonga, capitani of the
district of Xeromero. Whenever the Albanian wished to preserve his flocks from the rapacity
of the troops encamped in the neighbourhood of Prevesa, he sent them to his friend, who
never failed to receive and punctually to return them; and when the slightest apprehension
of an invasion of Acarnania prevailed, Zonga placed, in the same
manner, all his cattle in safety, by sending them to Vonitza, where they continued to graze
undisturbed till the danger was over. Andrea Isco,
Stornari, Liacata,
Frankala, &c. had sold their patriotism to the enemy; so that
whenever his armies prepared to invade continental Greece, or to retire after an invasion,
the passes were constantly left open; and they were, for this reason, ironically
denominated, by the soldiers, Dervendjees. By
these acts of treachery they brought incalculable evils on their countrymen, who trusted to
the fair promises they made, and which they never failed to violate.
So wonderful, sometimes, is the stimulus imparted by the passions to the
body, that Caraiscachi, who, a moment before, could
with difficulty crawl about his room, now mounted his horse, and was himself again. His
dark scintillating eye, though deeply sunk in its socket, attested, by its fierce glances,
that, reduced as he was outwardly, his mind remained the same. The folds of a yellow
ceshmeere, twisted negligently, in the Albanian manner, round his head and the sides of the
face, gave to his sallow and emaciated
physiognomy a grim—I
might almost say, a fiendlike—expression.
During our excursion I witnessed, for the first time, a custom which I
afterwards found prevalent throughout Greece. Two young women sat on a rock overlooking the
road, rending the air with the most shrill and piercing screams, and each tearing her
dishevelled hair, lacerating her face with her nails, and with clenched fists striking her
breast. They were the very picture of despair, rendered more impressive, perhaps, by the
wild and solitary scenery around. Moved as I was myself, I observed an indifference in my
fellow-travellers for which I could not account. On asking the Cephaloniot, who accompanied
our mules, what could occasion the cries of these unfortunate women, he coolly replied that
they were bewailing the death of their mother, who had died a few days before. As long as
the season of mourning lasts, custom, it seems, obliges the female relatives of the
deceased to meet at intervals, which gradually become more and more distant, and thus
publicly express their grief. Every district has its peculiar chant; some of which are
exceedingly affecting and melancholy, while others resemble rather the yelping of jackalls
than the cries of human beings. The Mainots content themselves, after approaching the
corpse, with crying three times, with a loud plaintive voice, Adelphe! adelphe! adelphe! which, after a few minutes of silent
contemplation, they sigh out again, and, after impressing the last kiss of friendship,
depart. The Suliot women gather round the coffin, and rehearse by turns the principal
actions of the life of the deceased.
On our arrival at St. Euphemia we were kindly entertained by Mr.
T. Caraiscachi, who took a pleasure in relating to us how he had acquired
the various rich
spoils, which he then happened to wear. His diamond
ring was valued at upwards of 1500 Spanish dollars; his shawl and furred mantle had
belonged to a Turkish aga, whom he had killed while returning to Larissa with the produce
of the caratch and other taxes, that he had
collected in the districts of Livadia, Agrapha, and Carpeniri. Far from concealing his
birth, he boasted of being a bastard as of a title, giving superior claims. Possessing
considerable wit and humour, he detailed, in the most ludicrous manner, the intrigues and
adventures of his mother and supposed father. He had spent the earlier part of his youth at
the court of Ali Pasha, where he became an adept in all
the vices of that corrupt school; and had for several years served among the Armaloles,
till, tired of that, he preferred depending on his own devices; and made himself chief of a
band of Kleftes, that soon became the terror of Epirus and all the mountainous districts of
continental Greece. He united to courage and boldness a penetration and cunning seldom
surpassed; and possessed so perfectly the talent of profiting by circumstances, that while
no Kleftis was more enterprising than himself, none also was more fortunate. He had not the
most distant idea of the meaning of liberty; confounding it with anarchy. He ridiculed the
idea of Greeks aiming at the establishment of a regular government; and invariably spoke of
it in the most scurrilous terms.
After staying here a day, we crossed over to Ithaca, and landed at the foot
of a mountain called Aito. The old woman, who accompanied Caraiscachi,
and who had attended him during his illness, lighted a fire, and after spreading a napkin
on the pebbles, in a few minutes prepared us some food. Her withered cheeks and forbidding
looks reminded me forcibly of the old hag, that Gil
Blas met with in the robbers’
cavern; and her
employment for many years had, in fact, been in no small degree similar.
Hardly had we terminated our meal, when the female porters, that had been
sent from Valhi to convey our luggage, appeared. Proceeding on our journey, after climbing
a steep woody ascent, we saw, to the left, a hill, on which are the ruins of the palace and
city of Ulysses. This part of what were once the
dominions of this crafty chieftain is little favoured by nature: it consists almost
entirely of barren mountains, affording scarcely sufficient sustenance to a few goats. The
modern capital, named, probably from its position, Valhi, is soon after seen, situate close
to the beach at the end of the bay, which forms one of the best harbours in the Ionian
islands. The land is cultivated with much industry, and produces currants, from which a
wine is made that, in appearance and flavour, may vie with port, and is considered by the
faculty, on the neighbouring continent, as excellent for convalescents. Captain Knox, the English resident, was carrying into
execution the instructions, he had received, to macadamize the roads of this island; but
bitter complaints on this account were made here, as in the other islands, by its
narrow-minded inhabitants, who, accustomed from infancy to bad roads, preferred submitting
to the greatest inconvenience, rather than pay contributions, or work for an object, of
which they did not perceive the immediate necessity. Constraint alone can rouse the Ionians
from the apathy and laziness, which their former rulers, the Venetians, along with their
other vices, have entailed upon them.
There existed, however, it must be owned, causes of complaint, better
founded than this to justify the discontent of the Ionians against the English. I refer to
the hostile spirit, manifested by Sir T. Mait-
land, from the breaking out of the Greek revolution, against their
brethren on the continent. The inhuman manner in which they had frequently seen them
treated, and the rancour and animosity, with which he constantly spoke and acted against
them, did not fail to render him still more odious in their eyes. The different residents
(Colonel Napier only excepted), the more to
ensure the favour of the Lord high commissioner, servilely aped the harshness of his
behaviour, or rather, “out-heroding Herod,” vied
with each other which, by petty vexations, should prostitute most every honourable feeling,
and give the best proof of his hatred to the Greeks. The wiser part of the Ionian
population was aware of the propriety and necessity of observing in this conflict a strict
neutrality, and could not but approve of many of the measures taken to restrain within
proper limits the enthusiasm of their countrymen, and prevent their joining the Greeks; but
when they heard the sons of liberty offering up vows for the triumph of Turkish despotism,
they were unable any longer to contain their indignation.
Two days after my arrival in Ithaca, an event took place, that worked so
powerfully on the islanders as to put an end to all dissimulation, and the interest they
felt for the success of their compatriots at once burst forth. Before daybreak a brisk
cannonade was heard in the direction of the Scrofes; and as soon as a report came that the
Greek fleet had engaged some Turkish vessels, the whole population rushed up the mountain,
close to the town, commanding a view of the whole coast of Acarnania, Ætolia, and the
cluster of islands, down to the entrance of the Gulf of Patras. The engagement was between
a Turkish brig of twenty-two guns and ten Greek vessels, which had arrived during the night
off the
Scrofes, where they fell in with it. The brig was pursuing its
course to Patras: it had sailed two days previously from Prevesa, and had on board the
hasnè destined to pay the arrears,
due upwards of two years to the garrisons of the four fortresses at the entrance of the
Gulf of Corinth. The sum amounted to a hundred thousand dollars. The Turks had no hopes of
escaping from so superior a force; yet though proposals of surrender were repeatedly made
to them, led partly by courage and fanaticism, and partly by the little reliance, they
placed on Greek faith, they continued gallantly to defend themselves, and manœuvred to
work their way into the channel between Cephalonia and Ithaca; and, after a fight of nine
hours, they succeeded in running the ship on the south-easterly point of the latter island,
where, hoping to find an asylum on neutral ground, they effected a landing, to the amount
of only fifty in number, being all that remained out of two hundred and sixty, of which the
crew had originally consisted. The captain, though slightly wounded, would not quit his
vessel; and fell bravely, sword in hand, when the Greeks boarded it. The Turks, who had
taken refuge on the island, entrenched themselves behind the rocks, and fired on the
Spezziots, who landed to pursue them. Several were killed on both sides; but the Spezziots,
thinking they might employ their time more advantageously in helping their comrades to
plunder the ship, at length retreated. There was not, in fact, a moment to be lost; for
hardly was the money disembarked, when the ship foundered. Captain Knox, who during the whole day had vented the bitterest
imprecations against the Greeks, ordered a detachment to march to the spot where the Turks
had landed, and escort them to the lazaret, where they arrived at night. Out of the fifty,
thirty-five were found wounded, and the wounds of most of them were of
the most terrible description. Among the dead were several persons of distinction, of whom
the most conspicuous was the Divan Effendi, or privy councillor of Youssouf Pasha.
Early the next morning Captain Knox
sent to request me to call upon him. After stating the melancholy situation of these poor
wretches, he told me that, for several reasons, he could not send any of the native
practitioners to attend them; and as Mr. Scott, the
surgeon of the garrison, was absent, he had no resource but in me for the performance of
this duty of humanity. I complied with his request without a moment’s hesitation; and
having furnished myself with what would be necessary on the occasion, repaired immediately
to the lazaret. Never can I forget the impression, my appearance produced on these men! The
sullen gloom of despair, pictured on their countenances, gave way to the smile of hope; and
subsequently, by signs more eloquent than words, they testified the gratitude they felt for
the attentions, I bestowed upon them. No pleasure can surpass what is experienced by a
medical professor under such circumstances.
In the afternoon a Turk of note, an emir, formerly Cadi of Tripolitza, who
the day before had been left on the beach for dead, was brought into the lazaret; and the
ghastly features of death seemed indeed to be portrayed in his countenance. Being seated
among his countrymen, he feebly articulated the word tsiboug, a pipe; and it was no sooner brought him, than he seized
it with both hands, and swallowed its smoke with the same greediness that a man, famished
by thirst, would drink water. By degrees he gathered new life: the most generous cordial
could not have produced a more reviving
effect. A second and a third
pipe having been brought to him and smoked, he began to feel the calls of hunger and
thirst, and asked for medical assistance. After securing the yet oozing arteries, I dressed
his wounds; and I had some time afterwards the satisfaction of hearing, in Asia Minor, that
Hussein Aga, perfectly recovered, was filling at Aleppo the same
dignity he enjoyed at Tripolitza. The pipe is to a Turk a panacea both for mental and
bodily sufferings; and during the several operations, I had to perform on this and other
occasions on Mussulmen, the patients invariably had recourse to it as an anodyne, affording
the best alleviation under whatever pain. I devoted two days to these unfortunate beings;
and on the morning of the third, after I had dressed their wounds for the last time, they
were embarked for Prevesa.
Ali Pasha of Yannina (1740-1822)
Albanian warlord who expanded his territories during the Napoleonic wars but was
eventually suppressed by the Ottoman Turks; he entertained Byron in 1809.
Andreas Iskos (1828 fl.)
Greek captain in the War of Independence who went over to the Turks following the defeat
at Missolonghi.
Wright Knox (1823 fl.)
The son of the Rev. William Knox, he was Captain of the 87th Fusiliers, with whom he
fought at Talavera; he was British Resident at Vathy in Ithaca when Byron visited. In 1848
the
Gentleman's Magazine refers to him as ”the late” in their notice
of his daughter's marriage.
Sir Thomas Maitland (1760-1824)
Lieutenant-general and colonial administrator; he was commander-in-chief of Ceylon
(1806-11) and lord high commissioner of the Ionian islands, and of the Mediterranean
(1815).
Sir Charles James Napier (1782-1853)
British officer who after a career in the Napoleonic wars knew Byron while he was the
military resident in Cephalonia.
Odysseas Androutsos [Οδησευς] (1788-1825)
The son of Andreas Androutsos; he was the principal chieftain in eastern Greece and
political opponent of the constitutional government of Alexander Mavrocordatos, who was
instrumental in having him assassinated.
Yannis Rangos (1790-1865)
Greek captain in the War of Independence.
George Scott (1825 fl.)
Assistant-surgeon of the 8th Regiment of Foot (1822-25); he was stationed in Cephalonia
where he was a friend of James Kennedy.
Yusuf Pasha (1824 fl.)
The Turkish commander at Patras during the Greek War of Independence.