The people of Europe are indignant that the Powers are doing Turkey's work for her in Crete, and making it possible for her to bring all her forces together against the Greeks, instead of having to divide them as the Greeks have.
The unfriendliness of the Powers toward Greece is shown in a suggestion, which it was said was the German Emperor's, to blockade the Greek fleet, keep it in one of its own ports, and prevent it from assisting the army.
This proposal was made after war had been declared.
Germany was supported in this plan by Russia and Austria, and it is said that the Emperors were so sure of being able to carry their plan through that they told Turkey she might send all the arms she needed to the seaports, as they would be perfectly safe from the Greeks.
[Illustration: Evzone, Member of Constantine's Body Guard.]
The rest of the Powers would not hear of this, which was something to their credit. They spoke so very plainly about it that the three Emperors gave it up.
Greece is in a most unfortunate position, thanks to the interference of the Powers, and unless something happens to turn the tide of war in her favor, she will probably be utterly defeated by the Turks.
The loss of Milouna Pass was a severe blow to Greece, but not half so bad as the fall of Larissa, which from all accounts appears to have been a very disastrous affair.
The Greeks appear to have behaved in a very cowardly, rebellious way, and the whole story is very discouraging.
A battle was fought at Mati, and the Turks, who had swarmed through the pass, were victorious, and the Greeks were forced to retreat.
Unfortunately there was no good general to manage the movement, and instead of falling back in an orderly manner, they seem to have hurried away from the battle in a mob.
A newspaper correspondent who was present says that the men straggled along sullenly: the soldiers, mule-trains, carts, wagons, guns, and crying villagers, women, and children in a panic-stricken crowd.
A few officers tried to restore order and to make the soldiers re-form their ranks; but their efforts were already hopeless, when a cry arose:
At this, the mob began to run for life, helter-skelter, pell-mell, trampling each other under foot, the soldiers actually shooting any one who barred their way.