nds. The President has given our pledge of
friendship to Russia and will point the way to its fulfillment.
Confident in his leadership the American troops and officials in
Northern Russia will hold to their task to the end." This was a
statement made by our American Charge d' Affairs after the Armistice, it
will be noted.

The New Year's editorial in The Sentinel, our weekly paper, says, in
part: "We who are here in North Russia constitute concrete evidence that
there is something real and vital behind the words of President Wilson
and other allied statesmen who have pledged that 'we shall stand by
Russia.' Few of us, particularly few Americans, realize the debt which
the whole world owes to Russia for her part in this four years struggle
against German junkerism. Few of us now realize the significance that
will accrue as the years go by to the presence of allied soldiers in
Russia during this period of her greatest suffering. The battle for
world peace, for democracy, for free representative government, has not
yet been fought to a finish in Russia."

With the sentiment of those two expressions, the American soldier might
well be in accord. But he was dubious about the fighting; he was
learning things about the Bolsheviks; he was hoping for statement of
purposes by his government. But as the weeks dragged by he did not get
the truth from his own government. Neither from Colonel Stewart,
military head of the expedition, nor from the diplomatic and other
United States' agencies who were in Archangel, did he get satisfying
facts. They allowed him to be propagandized, instead, both by the
British press and news despatches and by the American press and
political partisanships of various shades of color that came freely into
North Russia to plague the already over-propagandized soldier.

Of the Bolshevik propaganda mention has been made in one or two other
connections. We may add that the Bolos must have known something of our
unwarlike and dissatisfied state of mind, for they left bundles of
propaganda along the patrol paths, some of it in undecipherable
characters of the Russian alphabet; but there was a publication in
English, The Call, composed in Moscow by a Bolshevik from Milwaukee or
Seattle or some other well known Soviet center on the home shore of the
Atlantic.

These are some of the extracts. The reader may judge for himself:

"Do you British working-men know what your capitalists expect you to
do about