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THE FOREIGN DOCTOR; A BIOGRAPHY OF JOSEPH PLUMB COCHRAN, M.D. OF PERSIA By ROBERT E. SPEER ILLUSTRATED NEW YORK CHICAGO TORONTO Fleming H. Revell Company LONDON AND EDINBURGH Copyright, 1911, by FLEMING H. REVELL COMPANY WE (I New York: 158 Fifth Avenue Chicago: 123 N. Wabash Ave. Toronto: 25 Richmond St., W. London : 21 Paternoster Square Edinburgh: 100 Princes Street PREFACE THE extensive use of medical missions in the foreign missionary enterprise is so familiar to us that we are apt to forget that it is a modern development. There were, of course, many physicians among the pioneers, Parker, Livingstone, Hepburn, McCartee, Chamber- lain, and many others, but mutitudinous responsibili- ties fell upon these men. They had to do sometimes the work of exploration, translation, education, as well as evangelization, and with many of them the medical work became subordinate, and by some of them was given up altogether. In the biographies of these pioneers, accordingly, medical missionary work occupied a secondary place. And of the modern school of medical missionaries who, in the broader develop- ment and the more definite specialization of the work, have been able to devote themselves primarily, if not entirely, to the maintenance and extension of medical missions, there are few whose lives have been recorded in any biographical story. There are such biographies, but all who are interested in medical missions have felt the need of more, especially of such as can show the medical missionary at his work, with the prob- lems he meets, the policies he adopts, and the influence he exerts. Dr. Cochran's life furnished rare material for just such a biography. But he was far more than a doctor. He was a man of the broadest interests, a rare and delightful per- sonality, with a flavour of distinction which added 7 6 PREFACE charm to all that he said and did. He was not only a physician, but also a diplomatist, a counseller, a great public character, a missionary leader, and with it all a man so modest, so reserved, so incapable of self-advertisement, so unwilling to exploit himself even for the good of his work, that only a small circle knew what a unique character there was in Urumia, doing quietly in a far-off corner of the world a piece of work as true, as difficult, as representative of the central problems of modern life, and especially of the contact of Christian civilization with Asia, as any work that was doing anywhere on the earth. I desire to thank the friends who have spared no pains to supply information for this biography. The love and regard which all of us who knew Dr. Cochran felt for him make us eager to do everything we can to honour his memory, and to perpetuate the influence of his character and career. And to this end I have sought in this sketch to preserve, as much as possible, the spirit of the man and the contemporary and local colouring as these are embodied in his reports and in his own and his wife's correspondence. " Hakim Sahib " was the title by which Dr. Cochran was known in Persia. Hakim is the Persian word for doctor, and Sahib, meaning master or sir, is the respectful term of address applied to foreigners in Persia and India. I hope that those who read this sketch may feel something of the simplicity and strength, the honour and truth of a life which coupled simple faith and ceaseless toil. B. E. S. NEW YORK CITY. CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I. ANCESTEY 11 II. THE MISSION TO THE NESTOEIANS . . 16 III. His MISSIONARY PAEENTAGE .... 25 IV. BOYHOOD AND EDUCATION .... 39 V. BEGINNING WOEK IN PEBSIA . . . . 51 VI. FAMINE AND RELIEF 67 VII. THE KUEDISH INVASION 74 VIII. OLD FOES AND NEW FEIENDS . . . 102 IX. THE REMAINDEE OF His FIBST TEEM OF SEEVICE AND His FIEST FUELOUGH . 121 X. "IN JOUENEYINGS OFTEN" .... 149 XI. "!N MUCH STEADFASTNESS" .... 180 XII. His LAST VISIT TO AMEEICA AND RETUEN TO PEBSIA . 221 XIII. THE CLOSING YEABS OF WOEK . . . 229 XIV. " To FAITHFUL WAEEIOBS COMES THE REST" 259 XV. As A PEACE-MAKEE AND DIPLOMATIST . 295 XVI. As A MEDICAL MISSIONAEY . . . .318 XVII. As A CHEISTIAN MAN 365 ILLUSTRATIONS DB. JOSEPH PLUMB COCHRAN . . Frontispiece FACING PAGE DR. COCHRAN AND A KURDISH SHEIKH ... 76 DR. COCHRAN AND KURDISH PATIENTS . . .150 DB. COCHRAN, MR. WRATISLAW, THE BRITISH CONSUL, AND MR. WRATISLAW'S INDIAN SOWARS 260 DR. COCHRAN, DR. NORTON, THE AMERICAN CON- SUL, AND PERSIAN GUARDS .... 290 DISPENSARY DAY (OUTDOORS) .... 322 DR. COCHRAN IN THE WARDS .... 340 DISPENSARY DAY (INDOORS) 360 I ANCESTRY JOSEPH PLUMB COCHRAN was born in the little village of Seir in Persia, overlooking the plain of Urumia, on January 14th, 1855. His parents, Joseph Gallup Cochran and Deborah Plumb Cochran, were missionaries to the Nestorians. By natural in- heritance he entered into the missionary character and the missionary service. And this inheritance, which came to him pure and re-enforced through his parents, ran far back of them. Joseph Gallup Cochran was the fourth of the ten children of Samuel Cochran and Catherine Gallup, and a descendant of a Scotch refu- gee to Londonderry, who fled thither from the persecu- tion in Scotland under James. Samuel came to Amer- ica early in the nineteenth century, meeting his wife, a descendant of a Frenchman named Ammon who escaped from the Massacre of St. Bartholomew, on shipboard. Her aunt, Mercy Franklin, was first cousin of Benjamin Franklin. Samuel and his wife settled first in Vermont and later removed to Springville, Erie County, New York, then known as the Holland Purchase, where Mr. Cochran took up a tract of land, now enclosed in the corporate bounds of Springville, becoming one of its first inhabitants and in after time one of its foremost citizens. He died October 19th, 1845, five years after a visit with his wife to his old home in Colrain, County Derry, Ireland. 11 12 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHRAN Joseph Gallup Cochran, the second son of Samuel, early decided to enter upon commercial life, and leav- ing school took a clerkship in a store in the village of Lodi, now Gowanda. Here his views of life and its obligations changed. He resolved to devote himself to the ministry and went to Amherst College. After graduation he taught three years in the Nunda Acad- emy, where his work is well remembered, and he con- tinued to teach as a tutor in a private family in New York while he pursued his studies in Union Theologi- cal Seminary. " My parents always considered his presence in the house a benediction to the household," says one of those whom he taught, Mrs. Martha H. Beers, " and he was a power for good among the young people of the church with which we were connected." Joseph G. Cochran's bride was Deborah Plumb, daughter of Joseph Plumb of Gowanda. This Joseph Plumb was one of the strong and outstanding charac- ters of western New York. He was born in Paris, Oneida County, in 1792, and coming to western New York in 1816, settled in Fredonia. He was an active and energetic business man who neither in business nor in any other sphere of life floated with the tide. He moved to Gowanda in 1827, and finding no religious life or observances whatever, organized at once the first Sunday school, and was its superintendent as long as he lived in the village. Through his influence the same year the Presbyterian Church was organized and he was its first ruling elder. " He had a natural cheerfulness and pleasantness of disposition which made his presence agreeable," said his pastor, Mr. Cowles, in his funeral sermon in 1870. " This cheerful, natural amiability greatly augmented his usefulness. ... In family worship, each of his children and ANCESTRY 13 domestics and guests must have a Bible, and read in their turn, at devotion, thus teaching his whole house- hold to reverence the Scriptures, consult them daily, and serve the God who gave them." Joseph Plumb's grandson was to be as careful and conscientious in these things as his grandfather. Mr. Plumb was also and naturally an ardent tem- perance advocate and an earnest abolitionist. He was previously a Whig and had received from Governor Seward a nomination as judge of Erie County which he declined. He became one of the founders of the Liberty Party, and was ever ready to facilitate the escape of slaves to Canada and to advance the abo- lition cause. " His house was a station on the under- ground railway. Anti-slavery meetings which he con- ducted in the Presbyterian church again and again were broken up by turbulent mobs. A candidate for State Senator in the Liberty Party's first appeal, he received," says his son, the Rev. Albert H. Plumb, D.D., " in his own town, eleven votes, and it was remarked at his supper table that evening that the little eleven would leaven the whole lump, a prophecy that he said was fulfilled when Lincoln's proclamation answered his daily prayer at the family altar that God would break every yoke." Deborah Plumb was Joseph's third child, and was born at Fredonia in 1820. She was educated in the village of Lodi and in the Utica Female Seminary. She was of a timid nature as a girl, " prone to hear strange noises in the night when her father was from home," says her brother, Dr. Plumb, " and to steal into her brothers' room and waken them with the whispered words, ' There is somebody in the house, what shall we do ? ' Who could imagine her coolly directing the 14 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHKAN repulse of a midnight attack of the Kurds on the Mission premises at Mt. Seir, stationing the native men of the household on the walls, and keeping them supplied with powder and ball? Or who could have thought her capable of arousing her camp one night when on a missionary tour, and driving off the mur- derous marauders, who had awakened her by their stealthy attempt to draw out from under the tent her little daughter sleeping on the ground at her side? " She never needed to acquire the missionary spirit. That was born in her. And as a girl she was actively interested in the work on the Cataraugus Reservation, two or three miles away, where she taught the Indian children, walking to and fro except when the snow was deep and her brothers took her with horse and sleigh. For several seasons she stayed at the Mission station eight miles distant, living in the families of the Eev. Asher Bliss and the Rev. Asher Wright and their saintly wives, missionaries of the American Board. Such love of the needy made her ready to respond to any appeal, and it was no unnatural thing for her to answer the call from the far-off Mission to the Nestorians. On June 9th, 1847, she and Mr. Cochran were married and left the same month for Boston to sail for Persia. Twenty-six years later she recalled her wedding day in a letter to a daughter, written as she sat alone in her home at Mt. Seir two years after her husband's death: This month is always a hard one to me. Twenty-six years ago now I was making the last preparations for my marriage, and to leave my native land. It seems as yes- terday. Dear father was so tenderly attentive to me. Albert was my right hand man, packing, and oh, few brothers know ANCESTRY 15 how to do and to say all the kind things he did ! Then there were dear brothers Charlie and Carlie, all alive to do everything to make the last days we were ever to spend together in the dear old home as pleasant as possible. There was brother Edward, who came home from Buffalo in the village stage the night before the wedding. He wanted me to dress sweetly and simply, but daintily, and with his own hands he arranged the scarf on my head as we seated our- selves in the carriage to go to the church that Wednesday, June 9th. On my white dress I wore a white rose from our yard. I looked up just now, and there was the face which was most of all to me on that day, looking down from the frame on the wall. I'll have a cry and feel better before Mr. and Mrs. Whipple arrive, as I am expecting them. Her son, who was to take her husband's place, was to be a reserved and even reticent man, but he was to have his mother's tender and poetical sensitiveness. Out of such an ancestry of high-minded and fearless devotion to principle, of simplest and truest refinement, of energy and unselfishness, of geniality and good feel- ing, of self-respect and the respect of men, of modesty and purity, came the future medical missionary who was to be the friend of princes, the defender of the poor, the counsellor of Moslem governors and of an ancient Christian Church, the deliverer of a city, and the father of a people. II THE MISSION TO THE NESTORIANS SAVE in the spring, when the snows and rains of winter have watered the ground and carpeted it with green, Persia is a brown and dreary land. Along the water courses, however, and where here and there the few rivers provide constant irrigation, ver- dant oases will stand out from the barrenness of the treeless hills and the grassless plains. Of all these Persian oases none is more beautiful than Urumia, the home of Zoroaster. In the centre is the city of Urumia, and round about, the country is green and fruitful. 1 1 An account of the border country between Urumia and the Tur- kish frontier will enable the reader to understand many later allusions: " West of the foothills lie the uplands. They too are watered as the plain and support such flocks on their rich pastures and supply such wheat as the marauding Kurds allow. Opposite the lake are three such upland plains : Mergawar, Tergawar, and Baradost, each with easy descents to Urumia plain, and each shut in from the west by the great range of mountains that runs from Karabagh to Ushnuk. "Three Kurdish tribes occupy these plains. The Begzade, a family which emigrated from Mesopotamia 80 years ago, now num- bering with servants about 3000, of whom some 500 are armed, occupy the small district called Dasht plain in Mergawar and Tergawar. " In all the villages there are Nestorian Christians who are ' hewers of wood and drawers of water' to the hated Kurds, for the Kurds are innocent of any tendency to manual labour, living both by the labour of the Christians and by the pillage they carry off from the great plain of Urumia, which the Persian government has little will and less power to protect. The Christians of Tergawar are a brave, war- like race, not improbably of Kurdish origin to a large extent, just ns the Shekoiks are said to have been Christians a century ago. Three villages in Tergawar are exclusively Christian, employing in 16 THE MISSION TO THE NESTORIANS 17 The description written by Dr. Grant, the first medical missionary to the Nestorians sixty years ago, is true to-day : A plain of exuberant fertility is enclosed between the mountains and the lake, comprising an area of about five hundred square miles, and bearing upon its bosom no less than three hundred hamlets and villages. The landscape is one of the most lovely in the East, and the effect is not a little heightened by the contrast of such surprising fertility with the stern aspect of the surrounding heights, on which not a solitary tree is to be seen; while in the plain, the willows, poplars, and sycamores by the water-courses, the peach, apri- cot, pear, plum, cherry, quince, apple, and vine, impart to large sections the appearance of a rich, variegated forest. (The Nestorians, p. 19.) This is the centre of the work of the Mission to the Nestorians. The Nestorians claim a traditional lineage running back to St. Thomas. After the death of Christ, it is said, Thomas went east to India. He stopped by the lake of Urumia and converted the people there, and then stepped across the lake, using certain islands, still pointed out, as his stepping-stones. The way was prepared for him by the Three Wise Men, who after their return to their own land of Persia, had of course spoken of Christ. Other traditions credit the introduction of Christianity to Thaddeus, one of the seventy, and St. Mari, his disciple. As Christian- ity gradually spread eastward from Antioch, the Chris- tians on the borders of Persia began to be known as the " Church of the East." Their national name is " Syrians." After the Council of Ephesus in 431, when a few cases Kurdish servants, and some 200 of them carry arms, which they are made to employ as an advance guard for the timid Persian troops which occasionally visit the district. Mergawar and Baradost are far less cultivated and inhabited, and the Christians there are the abject subjects of the Kurds." 18 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHRAN Nestorius, the Patriarch of Constantinople, was de- posed and excommunicated for his heretical opinion regarding the nature of Christ, namely, that He had two distinct personalities, the Church of the East held another meeting where Nestorius was pronounced or- thodox. Since then, these Christians have been cut off from western Christianity. They still flourished, how- ever, sending missionaries far into China. The Church reached the height of its vigour in the seventh to thir- teenth centuries. It prospered externally under the great Caliphs of Bagdad, and during the decadence of the Caliphate, continued to count great numbers in its communion, some of them Persian Tartars and Mongols, but gradually lost its vigour. Under the careless toleration given by Genghis Khan and his successors it came for a time to greater prominence, but finally was decimated by the massacres of Tamer- lane which left of it only shattered fragments. In the sixteenth century, these eastern Christians were divided by a controversy over the Patriarchate. The section in the plain of Mosul in Turkey went over to the Roman Catholic Church. The rest, about two- thirds of the whole body, in Turkish Kurdistan and the Persian province of Azerbaijan, remained inde- pendent, subject to the Patriarch, who resided at Kochanis, in the mountains of Turkish Kurdistan. The character of this venerable Church is well described by the Rev. W. A. Shedd of Urumia: The theology of the ancient Church of the East is, of course, Nicene, with the addition of the Nestorian definition of the relation between the human and Divine natures in the incarnate Son of God. Definite and logical develop- ment has not gone much farther, due partly to the character of the Syriac mind, impulsive in initiative, and often vigorous in execution, but not constructive of either theo- THE MISSION TO THE NESTORIANS 19 logical or ecclesiastical system. Another reason, perhaps the principal one, is that the vital conflict of this Church has not been with heresy or variations of Christian doctrine, but with heathenism and Islam. On most theological ques- tions, except the person of Christ, the Trinity, and the authority of apostolic and Old Testament Scriptures, a diversity of opinion is found in their literature. For ex- ample, transubstantiation is both affirmed and denied. There is, however, a practical tendency to replace simple faith in the crucified and risen Saviour with some sort of sacerdotal mediatorship. Still stronger is the tendency to trust to legal works instead of living faith. The fast is the greatest Christian institution; votal offerings, and pilgrimages to shrines are most important auxiliaries. The priesthood of the clergy in succession to the Levitical priesthood is recog- nized, but the name commonly used to designate the clergy is not priest, but elder (kasha or kashisha), the New Testa- ment presbyter. The sacrament holds a high place in pop- ular regard, and yet the fact that there is no confessional deprives the priest of inquisitorial power. Vows to famous saints are trusted means of curing disease and procuring blessings. Religion is largely divorced from morals, and has little power of moral restraint. The clergy are no better than the common people in general morality, are more given to idleness, and possibly more generally demoralized by begging in Eussia. The higher clergy (there being at present, i.e., 1895, the patriarch, one metropolitan, and eight diocesan bishops) are, with a few exceptions, shamelessly venal, and in some instances of notoriously evil life. Two favourable points may be emphasized. The authority of the Scriptures has never been impugned, and is a holy tradition of universal acceptance; nor is there any objection raised to the Scriptures in the vernacular. The true catholicity of the Nestorians is the second point. Protestant missionaries have been recognized as true minis- ters administering valid ordinances. (Missionary Review of the World, October, 1895, Article: "Relation of the Protes- tant Missionary Effort to the Nestorian Church," p. 741 f.) Dr. Grant maintained that the Nestorians were the descendants of the " lost Ten Tribes," basing his argu- 20 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHKAN ment on traditions, physiological affinities, customs, and institutions. His argument was not conclusive, but probably nowhere else in the world is there such a preservation of the atmosphere of the Old Testament and the institutions and customs of Bible life as among this small people whose Christianity runs back to the dawn of the Christian era, and who, with the Arme- nians, for twelve centuries have held their faith against Moslem tyranny and persecution. The Nestorians are a warm-hearted, childlike people, patient, dignified, too disposed to dependence, but attractive and lovable. The entire nation does not number more than 100,000. Perhaps a third of these now reside in Persia, the remainder across the borders in the Turkish mountains. These mountain Nestorians are a wild people, living among the Kurds and often at war with them, bold, hardy, rough, and vigorous, and yet in some of the valleys broken by oppression and so wretched as to be ready to accept any help or resort to any plan of profit. The beginnings and development of the mission work among the Nestorians were traced by Dr. J. P. Cochran himself in a paper which he read in Urumia in 1898 on the thirtieth anniversary of the entrance of Miss Cyrene Van Duzee upon her missionary life : The American Board, in the spring of 1831, commissioned Messrs. Dwight and Smith, of Constantinople, to visit the Nestorians, and to learn what they could of them. When these gentlemen reached Urumia, the plague was raging, most of the population was panic-stricken, and it was not deemed advisable for them to tarry long. They visited the Tillages of Gavelan, Kosi, Geogtapa, Ada, Ardeshai, and Teka. This plague had followed in the wake of the Russo- Persian War of 1828-9. The Shah had lost the larger part of his Armenian subjects, and with the returning Russians not a few Nestorians with their families, had THE MISSION TO THE NESTOBIANS 21 made good their escape. The visit of these two holy men, and especially at such a time, was like that of angels to these people, to whom never before had any one come with a message of peace and love and sympathy from the Christians of the new world. The report to the Pru- dential Committee was such that steps were immediately taken to procure competent men to establish " A Mission to the Nestorians." It was not until 1833 that a suitable man was found to fill a post which required so much of privation, exposure, prudence, wisdom, and above all, of unwavering faith and deep piety. Of Mr. Justin Per- kins, then a tutor at Amherst, who was appointed with his wife, and embarked in the little sailing ship bound from Boston to Smyrna, in September, 1833, you know; and how they spent that first winter in Constantinople, coming on the following spring by Trebizond and Erzroom. The Kurdish disturbances among the districts where you have toured and done so much work in the first of your mis- sionary life, made it necessary for them to strike across into Russian territory, where they met a foe not much less dangerous, and if anything, more annoying. What with quarantine and suspicious officials, and an unsettled country, recently acquired and with scarce any organization, they only barely escaped into Persia. Here again the serious sickness of Mrs. Perkins wellnigh broke up the Mission. . . . Accompanied by the Rev. Mr. Haas of the Basle Missionary Society, working in the Caucasus, Mr. Perkins visited Unimia in November, 1834. He soon returned to Tabriz, accompanied by Mar Yohannan and Kasha Oraham. The winter was spent in study. In 1835 Mr. Merrick was sent out to work among the Moslems, and Dr. and Mrs. Grant for the Nestorians. In November, 1835, this little party, Dr. and Mrs. Perkins, and Dr. and Mrs. Grant, entered Urumia. It was raining drearily, and the plaster was peel- ing off the walls and littering up the streets and yards very much as it does now, and the water-spouts were pouring off the muddy water. They came right to these premises, and very shortly after, opened the first school in the front basement of one of the present mission houses. We, to-day, may well praise God that the establishment of our Mission was committed to such as they. So, too, the pioneers 22 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHRAN that followed were worthy men. Shall we look for a moment at the condition in which our first missionaries found the people? . . . For ages they had but barely held their own, nearly crushed by Moslem and Papal enemies. There were no merchants among them, and but few common artisans; all were peasants. They had no books in the spoken lan- guage, and only those read the ancient language who were priests or deacons. But one woman in the whole nation could read, and she but poorly the Patriarch's sister. This then was the condition of the great Syrian Church that once numbered its twenty-five Metropolitans and sent mis- sionaries all over Asia. The welcome which was given to the Russian priests a few months ago was a mere circum- stance to that which was extended to our missionaries. To-day the scholars in our own schools number nearly 3,000, but the example and influence of our educational work has not been limited to our own community, for in all the villages of Urumia schools are the common thing now. Many adults have learned to read, chiefly in the Sabbath schools. The Press, which began its mission in 1844, has ever since that time been active in the dissemination of helpful litera- ture: the Old and New Testaments in the spoken language, text-books, commentaries, periodicals, and pamphlets. A glance at the results of the evangelistic labours speaks for itself. Probably about 5,000 souls have joined our Church since the first communicants were recorded, twenty years after the establishment of the Mission. Dr. Dwight, who revisited TJrumia in 1861, just thirty years after he and Mr. Smith had first seen TJrumia, after attending the first Knushya which was held by the Mission and people, remarked : " I liked the appearance of the preachers; I admired the spirit of many of them, and was moved by the fire of their eloquence, though I understood them only through an interpreter." From that time to this many strong men, and eloquent, have been added to their number. I remember very well the impressive and eloquent sermon preached by Deacon Yonan upon the death of Dr. Perkins, as well as the thrilling speeches which others made. Nor are the rich fruits of this work confined to the edu- cated. Many and many an obscure man and woman have THE MISSION TO THE NESTORIANS 23 been regenerated, and after living a life of faith and simple trust, have triumphantly joined the redeemed above. Aside from our own field the work was opened in other stations. In '72, Teheran; in '73, Tabriz; in '82, Hamadan, and in 1884, Salmas. In 1880 the first hospital of any kind in Persia was opened. The changed position of the educated natives in their relation to government officials and to the land proprietors, is one of the most striking and, perhaps, remarkable of all the great changes that have taken place. This is especially true of the medical men who have attained a standing among the local officials which could never have been dreamed of by the most enthusiastic native friend of the Mission at its establishment. All of the changes, as we know too well, have come after hard, unceasing work, and after battling against the powers of darkness that have been arrayed against our Mission. In the winter of '45-6 clouds of persecution arose, shutting in the whole sky. Mar Shimon, driven to Urumia by the terrible massacres of Badir Khan Beg and Nurullah Beg, left no stone unturned to have our Mission banished. Many of the Khans of the place joined him in petitioning the government against us. Orders were secured to close our schools. The Governor came in person to our premises, and closed the press. In many a village and hamlet fervent prayers were being offered for the integrity of the work. The malicious reports reached the ears of the Shah. The British and Russian ambassadors expressed a doubt as to our being able to remain where so many had sealed the petition against us. At this crisis, and after everything that human ingenuity could think of had been done, the dauntless pioneers who had never for a moment lost faith in their cause, assembled for special prayer. The footman, who used to bring the mail from Tabriz, was overdue. Fears were entertained that this mail, of all others, was robbed, but even while they were yet speaking, a knock was heard on the gate, and the letters from Teheran and Tabriz, so anxiously looked for, were received. God had answered the prayers of his serv- ants. The tables were turned. The Governor was ordered to send Mar Shimon to Tabriz, and to give the spiritual 24 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHBAN teachers from a distant land full right to continue the work of their schools and press. As a further seal of God's approval of and blessing upon the work some of the richest revivals followed, revivals which produced the profoundest impression upon outsiders as well as upon our own com- munity. Once more, some years later, this same Askar Khan closed the press. Not many days later, when com- manding an expedition against a powerful, rebellious chief in Mergawar, he was assassinated in his tent. Moslems and Christians looked upon this as direct judgment for his enmity to the "People of God." His brother, the Ikbal e Dowleh, and all his immediate relations, have ever since been among the Mission's fast friends. . . . And yet again, we see the mercy of God shown to the missionaries in the fact that thousands upon thou- sands of miles have been travelled by them through deserts, oter the roughest mountains, amid perils of robbers, and perils of avalanches, and perils of rivers, yes, and even perils of wild Nestorians, and yet in no such journey has any one lost his life by accident or violence. On the last Sabbath which Dr. Perkins spent in Persia, in June, 1869, he was asked : " Looking back over these thirty-six years, have you seen as great results as you ex- pected ? " He replied : " Far more. I expected to see a congregation or two gathered, but God has given revivals, and has raised up preachers, and gathered in harvests of souls. He has been better than my faith." The writer of this account did not live to fill out his full thirty years of service in Persia, but he fell only a little short, and in power and fruitfulness the life that he did live was rich and was complete. Ill ON June 21st, 1847, Joseph G. Cochran and his wife sailed from Boston on the little sailing ves- sel, "Bark Catalpa," bound for Malta. In sixty-two days after leaving Boston they reached Smyrna. Two weeks more brought them to Constanti- nople. From Smyrna to Malta is now a journey of fourteen hours. The Atlantic passage had been hard for Mrs. Cochran, and when they reached Erzroom, where the cholera was bad, she was taken sick with it, and as winter had set in, they decided to spend the winter here instead of going on to Urumia. The mission house overlooked the cemetery, and Mrs. Cochran used to say that the fighting of the dogs and wolves at night over the dead bodies which they easily dug out of the shallow graves did more than anything else to make her determined to live to get to Urumia. Mr. Cochran spent the winter studying Syriac with a Nestorian preacher who had been sent over to meet him. In March their first child was born, and late in the summer of 1848 they reached Urumia. Mr. Cochran worked among the Nestorians for twenty-three years. His special work was the train- ing of the native preachers, and into this he threw all his ardent nature, sending out men bearing his impress far and wide over Persia and Kurdistan. On Sundays and in vacations and when the Seminary was not in 25 26 JOSEPH PLUMB GOCHBAN session, he was off in the villages or among the moun- tains in Turkey, while at home, in addition to the work of teaching, he prepared the text-books for printing and saw them through the press, rising early to do this before the other work of the day had begun. He was one who never spared himself, and who indulged in no self-praise and sought no praise from others for hard work and faithfulness to duty. Some recollections of one of the daughters will illustrate his spirit and methods of work and show something of the character of the home life in which Joseph, his son, grew up: The memories of my father always vividly recall the Sabbath days of my childhood. He was strenuous in his observance of the holy day. Each hour had its religious exercise or appointment. During the term time of the college many of the Sabbaths were devoted to class and in- dividual conferences and talks. But often he visited one or more of the villages in his care. We children took our turns in going with him. It was never hard for me to rise, however early it might be necessary to start. Father would ride on horseback, and for a time I had my place on the saddle-cloth behind him. Our tried and true Pera would accompany us on another horse. I remember one Sabbath we started before light, and as we watched the day dawn and the sun brighten, then blaze over the beautiful lake, father compared the splendour of the scene to the work of the Sun of Righteousness arising with healing in his wings. I was so impressed with such words of his that once when I heard a native speak of a journey he took before the missionaries arrived, I impetuously asked how he could see to travel. I couldn't realize that there was any light at all before the gospel was preached. Sometimes it took us hours to reach our destination; but they were happy hours to me. I enjoyed father's talk. On these trips I learned much of his early life. But he never forgot the day, and would only speak of the Sabbaths HIS MISSIONARY PARENTAGE 27 in his boyhood, and his religious experiences then and at Amherst College and Union Theological Seminary, and how he came to decide to be a missionary. Sometimes we met others on the way, and after the usual formal Oriental salutations, the conversation would lead to a religious topic. Often the effects of Christianity in the United States would be the theme, and my imagination pictured a land where "every prospect pleases," and every man was good. Arriving at the village, if there was a church, and the native pastor had been one of father's pupils, we received a most hearty welcome. The services would often be in the one living-room of the mud and stone parsonage, and later we sat around a wooden tray, and had dinner on the floor, and father, faithfully using every minute, would ask ques- tions about the pastoral work; often a case of discipline would be discussed. Sometimes individuals would be sent for, and before mounting his horse and saying good-bye, he would bring about a reconciliation between disaffected members. If the distance permitted, we went to a second village for afternoon service. When I was not the one to go with father, I, with the other children left behind, would eagerly watch for his return. Toward night we would often go upon the roof to scan the road, and when we saw the well-known horsemen, mother would allow us to run out a little way to meet them. Father would often be very tired, and as he rested on the lounge, we children gathered around him and heard his story of the day's work. There were always incidents of interest, often pathetic, sometimes tragic. After our simple Sunday night supper, we always had our family service. We had questions in the old Catechism to answer, and each of us children had to recite a hymn and some passages of Scripture, and then we sang, each in turn making a selection. Among father's favourites were, " Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah," " O Thou in whose presence my soul takes delight," and " There is a fountain filled with blood." In 1862, the Sabbath after sister Mary had started for the United States, father chose "I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger," and as he sang it his voice 28 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHRAN trembled and his eyes filled with tears. We knew he felt that the expected breaking up of the family had begun. One of my father's habits was having at regular intervals a personal private talk with each child, in which he ques- tioned their spiritual condition. When I had been naughty I dreaded these interviews, but some of them were happy even then, and they are precious memories now. I think of mother as the most generous person I ever saw. She gave of her sympathies, her strength, her self, her possessions. Her life was one of loving service to others. During a terrible famine that I can remember, mother gave and gave until she suffered from the lack of what she had given. One day, a poor woman came to the door. In her arms was a baby which she tried in vain to cover by the miserable rags that but partly concealed the skin and bones of her own thin skeleton of a body. Mother looked around. She dared not spare another garment. I had just finished a little patchwork quilt for my doll's bed. Mother asked if I would give that. The quilt was my pride. I hesitated, but gave it. Mother sewed some bits of tape on one side, and tied it around the shivering little form. Mother was the soul of hospitality. The visits of her brother and sister missionaries gave her great joy. She tried to make our mountain home at Seir, six miles from the city, a resting place to the weary workers. I was very young when Miss Fidelia Fiske came up from TJrumia one day, and said to mother, "Your home is the best place for a little vacation, and so I had to come." I remember many such tributes from the early missionaries, now saints above. She was a true mother to the native pastors and their wives. A loving greeting and a seat at the table were always ready for them. She warmly welcomed the schoolboys, her native neighbours, and the distant villagers. Few there were who came to her door and left unbidden to enter. Mother held regular mothers' meetings with the women of the village, and often I have sat on the floor and heard her pleasant, helpful talks in which her own early home training came in for its share in illustrations. The sick in the village received her tender ministrations. We children often went with her as she took needed nourish- ment, or something to make a patient more comfortable. HIS MISSIONARY PARENTAGE 29 She would give directions for baths and clean garments, and often would sit by the sufferer and, gently soothing, give cheer and courage. Of mother it might always have been said, " She doeth little kindnesses, Which most leave undone, or despise; For naught that sets one heart at ease, And giveth happiness or peace, Is low-esteemed in her eyes." Mr. Cochran's only furlough in America during his twenty-three years of missionary service was in 1865-7. In July, 1865, he and Mrs. Cochran and five of their children, the oldest having preceded them to America, returned to the old homestead at Springville, after eighteen years' absence. The winter was spent in Buffalo. While at home Mr. Cochran temporarily filled the pulpit of the church at Glenwood, N. Y. He did this with such satisfaction to the people that he was called to the pastorate. His friends brought all their powers of persuasion to bear upon him to induce him to accept. They urged that after his long service in the mission field, he should remain at home and look after the education of his children. He was deaf to all such persuasion. It was his duty to return to Per- sia, and nothing could turn him aside. On July 17th, 1867, he and Mrs. Cochran and four of the children including the two boys, Joseph and Theodore, sailed from Boston. Mr. Cochran never returned to Amer- ica again. He threw himself at once on his return into his work in Urumia and over the border in Turkey. Besides being an indefatigable evangelist and an enthusiastic teacher, Mr. Cochran had earnest convic- tions on mission policy. The missionaries had come 30 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHRAN out to the Nestorians under instructions to work within this ancient Church with a view to its reformation. It was hoped that the Old Church could be kept intact, with its organization and forms undisturbed save so far as they would inevitably be modified by a new spirit of life within. For years the missionaries sought to follow out this policy. But it was hard to put new wine into old bottles, and the new cloth sewed on the old garment made the rent worse. The evan- gelical element in the Old Church was not content under the old forms, and the element in the Church which had rejected the evangelical spirit and the true life resisted the new influence. In consequence, Mr. Cochran and some others, natives as well as mission- aries, believed that the only right course was to make a complete severance. The missionaries differed in opinion on the subject. Dr. Perkins was conservative. Mr. Cochran was the radical. His desire was, as Dr. Labaree said, " to see a more complete and formal separation of the evangelical Nestorians from the Old Church a more thorough sundering of every tie which united the Reformed Church to the corrupt and effete system out of which it had gradually emerged. To build up a Church untrammelled with dry remnants of a hierarchy or of superstition, organized for self- direction and self-support, was the aim of his mis- sionary life, to which he gave himself with peculiar earnestness in his later years." With the aim of self- direction and self-support his son after him entirely sympathized and believed also that on the whole the missionaries had pursued the only possible course in promoting the separation of the evangelical body from the Old Church, which indeed they could not have prevented. The absorption of the Old Church in 1899 HIS MISSIONARY PARENTAGE 31 by the Greek Church priests from Russia seems to have shown how wise it had been to draw out a strong, earnest evangelical body established upon its own foundations. But Dr. Cochran always regretted keenly the consequences of this separation, the constriction of influence in the Old Church which it involved and its other inevitable and unfortunate effects, and would have welcomed any way of escape from them. In all her husband's work Mrs. Cochran was a tire- less and devoted helper. She went with him occa- sionally on his journeys, and her warm, affectionate nature was a powerful influence among the Nestorians, who are peculiarly sensitive to friendship. As the children came into her home, more of her time was required there, but no home cares ever prevented her from taking a most active part in the work of the Mission, and her home life was itself a centre of great missionary influence. There was always a place at the table for any visitor, and in times of need she shared all that she had with the needy. As some of the chil- dren passed on to be with the Shepherd of the little children in His heavenly home, and their little bodies were laid away in the quiet burial place on Mt. Seir, and as other children went away for education in America, and the home and its hearts felt the deep tragedies of missionary sacrifice, the ministry of un- selfish sympathy and love only increased. Extracts from her letters to her children and to friends at home will best reveal the character of Dr. Cochran's mother and of the home life wherein his own character was shaped : MT. SEIR, February 14th, 1868. It is one of those wild mornings with which the dwellers of Mount Seir are so familiar. It blew and snowed all night. We can't see 32 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHEAN many rods from the walls of our snow-capped house. The boys, well wrapped, started off with the messenger for Mary's school at the city. I trembled to let them go such a morning. I watched Pera at the gate making them snug and firm on the colt. Our boys have become good horsemen, and the animal loves them, laying his head on their shoulders to be petted. Mary went down in the bright sunshine yes- terday morning. Could we now look down upon the plain, we should probably see a warm spring shower falling re- freshingly upon it. However, we too shall have warm weather by and by. I feel the dampness in the winter. Our rooms leak more or less, the kitchen incessantly, and the plastering keeps coming down. I often think of the beautiful, neat, and convenient kitchens in America, and think if my friends could see mine here, they would prize theirs more than ever. . . . We take tea at Mr. Shedd's to-night. It is the only evening your father is free from his Seminary duties. We hoped we would have a mail to talk over. Our monthly mail was due a week ago, but has not yet come. MT. SEIR, May 31st, 1868. It is a lovely morning. All nature has on her most attractive dress, and the very birds seem effervescing with happiness. The doors and windows are wide open, and such a view as stretches out before the two great windows in my room, it seems to me, cannot be surpassed by any in the world. The descent from our moun- tain home, the plain so green and beautiful, with here and there a high, pointed mountain, looking strange and alone, as though it had wandered away from its fellows. The blue lake beyond, bounded by the lofty ridge of snow-capped mountains on the other wise. I am never weary feasting my eyes on this sight. The peculiarly clear atmosphere of Per- sia makes objects quite distant stand out with wonderful exactness. Above, in the blue vault, is the moon, apparently a neighbouring planet, somewhat veiled in a white fleecy cloud; on the whole, the Queen of night seems like a near neighbour, and heaven seems nearer. A hush is upon every- thing, and you almost fancy that you hear wafted upon the breeze the music of that Home which invites all of earth's wanderers. The house is still. Your dear father has gone HIS MISSIONARY PARENTAGE 33 to the mountains to meet the native pastors in a large meet- ing. Mary is on her bed, for she has become quite an invalid since receiving an injury from being thrown from her horse. Josie and Theodore are in their room. Josie is reading aloud to Theodore, and Emma sits by listening. I am alone in my room. Half of my children are gone; two in America, and two in the better land, " Sweet Carrie, ' Suffer little children to come unto me ' " ; " Darling Martha, ' For of such is the Kingdom of Heaven/ " cut deep in the stones in the precious graveyard, on the hill near by, look fresh as though my dear children had recently left me, and seem indicative of the sorrow which will never be effaced. In 1869 Mary was compelled to return to America for treatment for the injury of the spine due to the fall from a horse mentioned by her mother, and when it was believed that she was dying, Mrs. Cochran was called back in 1870 to be with her. She brought Joseph and the other sister, Theodore having died in Persia in 1869. The mother and Joseph and two sisters spent the win- ter of 1870-1 in Buffalo, and the injured daughter having recovered, Mrs. Cochran and two daughters, her second and her yougest, left for Persia in August, 1871, reaching Constantinople September 4th. Joseph remained in America for his education. Mr. Cochran arrived in Constantinople to meet them the same afternoon, having come from Urumia in ten days. The ordinary travelling time from Urumia to Trebizond was over three weeks. Mr. Cochran rode the distance on fast horses in six days, sometimes galloping most of the hours of the day. The year of Mrs. Cochran's absence had been a very hard one for him. Deeply attached to his home, and needing its checks and diver- sions, he had only saved himself from utter loneliness and sickness by unsparing toil. He carried all the work of the Seminary, teaching and lecturing. Every 34 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHRAN Saturday he went off for Sunday in the villages, work- ing ceaselessly, and Monday was back at the Seminary again. He could not be idle or permit himself to escape from the preoccupation of work. The year's activity and the absence of all his loved ones wore heavily upon him, and he reached Constantinople thin and worn and grey, after his exhausting ride, which had been rendered necessary by the late closing of the Seminary, leaving him only ten days for his journey. As soon as possible they started back for Urumia, but Mr. Cochran found time to repair a deficiency of the past which his love lamented. There had been no wedding ring when he was married. The ideal of mis- sionary iife which prevailed then in many places deemed such expenditure wrong. When a part of the family silver was given to Deborah Plumb, the silver sugar bowl and tongs were unanimously omitted from the tea set with the words, " Of course missionaries won't have sugar, so Deborah won't need these." In more than one time of destitution later, Deborah went without more than sugar, but Mr. Cochran was de- termined to repair the lack of the wedding ring. How he did it one of the daughters who was with him relates : We went to an Italian hotel in Pera for the night, and my father came into my room and asked me for a piece of cloth, and needle and thread. He would not say what for, when I offered to sew what he wanted. The next morning he was off a little while, and then came back, and together we went to the house of Dr. Isaac Bliss. After three days, we took the steamer for Trebizond, and then on horseback the 700 miles. October 16th, my father was taken very ill, and had to get off from his horse and lie down often. Our guards had to hurry us along. That night we spent at a village where Judith Perkins died of cholera in 1852. HIS MISSIONARY PARENTAGE 35 Toward morning my father asked my mother to light the candle, and tell him the time. She did so, and he said, "It is now October 17th, so it is your birthday." He asked her for her scissors and his vest; then he ripped out from the lining a white patch, the cloth I had given him, and under it was a gold wedding ring. He said, " When I married you it was thought a sin for a missionary to spend anything for jewelry, and a ring was called that; now I want to give you a wedding ring. I measured your finger in your sleep the first night in Constantinople, and I meant to give this to you on our wedding anniversary next June, but I shall not live even until Christmas, so I give this to you on your birthday." The party reached Urumia October 19th, 1871, and that evening Mr. Cochran conducted the station prayer meeting of welcome. The next day he cleared up his accounts of the journey, settled with the native preachers with whom there were any financial rela- tions, made his will, and then went to bed with typhoid fever, from which he died on November 2nd, at the age of fifty-four, the same disease and almost the same age as in the case of his son thirty years later. His mind in the last days was full of thoughts of the work, and in his delirium he imagined he was talking with the native preachers whom he loved and for whose annual conference he was preparing. His last intelli- gible words as he addressed this imaginary gathering were, " Go forward," and " The subjects are exhausted. In the morning we may disperse." In the morning his work was done, and he passed forward to begin anew. There was no telegraph in Persia then, and the children did not hear of their father's death until the end of January. A few days after the event, writing to the children of their great loss and of her future plans, Mrs. Cochran said: 36 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHRAN When talking with him of the possibility of his removal, I asked him what he wished me to do. He replied, " Don't go home, stay here as long as you feel happy in doing so. So much to be done." His wish to die here has been granted, and he "fell with the harness on, in the height of his usefulness," as Mr. Labaree remarked at his funeral. After a short service at the house, we went to the chapel. Mr. Coan conducted the services. Many of the native preachers spoke. From the plain of TJrumia to Teheran, and through the Kurdish mountains, down to the plain of Mesopotamia are scattered preachers whom he had prepared for the work. They told of his visits to their villages. Days when cold storms of winter blew, he would arrive towards night and, after resting a little, call the people together and talk with them until near midnight. One said, " No matter how early we rose there was a light in Sahib's room, and when we looked in there he sat reading the Bible, and then we knew from whence his strength came." Several spoke of his son Joseph, saying, " He must come to us, and take the place of his father." NOVEMBER 10th, 1871. It is evening, and I am seated at the table in the old familiar dining-room. I have worked very hard all day, every little while I would be obliged to sit down and give way to my feelings. I have spent almost a quarter of a century in this dear old home with the only man I ever loved; here, child after child has been born; here three have taken their flight to the better land; here has been all that to me has been embraced in the word Home since I left my father's house. Everything in and about the house seems sacred. Mar Yohannan called the other day and wept like a child as he talked of your father. One of the preachers said, " We are all left orphans." In the meeting of the Presbytery, which occurred last week, many rose and stated that Mr. Cochran had been the means under God of bringing them to Christ. The natives are intensely interested to have Joseph come back when his studies are ended, saying, " Tell him to come and seize the standard which has fallen from the hand of his father." HIS MISSIONARY PARENTAGE 37 Oh, my son, may you be baptized with the Spirit of the Lord for this holy work. It is more to be desired than the most honourable position among men. Could my children be about me here, nothing would make my last days happier than to labour on here as I have strength, and finally seek my lasting resting place beside your dear father and the three dear children who sleep their last sleep in our cemetery close beside the only home I have ever known in Persia. Further conference with missionary associates and Nestorian friends confirmed her purpose to spend in Persia the life which had been given to the work a quarter of a century before, and deepened the desire that her son should return to take his father's place. To her children she wrote: URUMIA, December 22nd, 1871. Deacon T. and Priest H. were here to breakfast. We always have prayers in Syriac in the morning, and in English at night. Deacon T. prayed that you, Joseph, might return to fill, and more than fill, your father's place, even as Solomon did David's. I said Amen from a full heart. The eyes of all are on you as much as ever were a people's on the son of their deceased King. May they not be disappointed. How different this Christmas from last! It seems as if, if I did not press my hand upon my heart, it would burst. I am looking over your father's letters. JANUARY 1st, 1872. Those who revere the memory of your father, Joseph, look forward to your filling his place. Their enthusiasm is truly wonderful to me, and often it seems to me a bow of promise that you will eventually be welcomed back to this locality. But I am willing to leave it to the Lord to direct, believing that you have committed your ways to Him. Mrs. Cochran went on with her work in Persia for twenty-two years after her husband's death, and in due time her hopes of her son's return were fulfilled. On March llth, 1876, she wrote to a friend : 38 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHRAN It is Saturday afternoon. Everything is quietly settled for the Sabbath. After looking after my work, sending some comforts to B 's widow who is ill, I changed my dress, and sat down to write. I am in what we call the little sitting-room. It is what was the winter bedroom. My "heart tightened," and I felt I must get into one of the front rooms to sit. Now I sit by the window writing, alternately looking off on to the plain, fresh from the spring rain, and back on the cheerful fire. It seems so like the fireplace in the dear old room at father's in Gowanda. It is more than a quarter of a century since I left that father's home, and my testimony now is that were I to begin life over again, I would choose this missionary work. I would only ask the Lord for a greater spirit of consecration. Here I hope to welcome back my only son, and at last to rest beside my dear husband in the sacred inclosure on Mount Seir. IV BOYHOOD AND EDUCATION FROM his birth in 1855 until his father's return on furlough in 1865, Joseph spent his life in the family home on Mt. Seir, about six miles from the city of Urumia. From the top of the mountain there is a magnificent view westward to the passes into the valleys running up into the Turkish mountains and northeastward over the plain of Urumia and the city and the blue lake. In the winter the mountains were white with snow, and wood fires must be kept up in the little stoves which the missionaries introduced and taught the people to use. In the spring, hillside and plain were covered with flowers, or green grass and grain, and even in the hot summer and fall, when the unirrigated country was barren and brown, the well- watered plain of Urumia, with the gardens and vine- yards and long rows of stately poplar trees, lay out under the boy's eyes like a great Persian carpet. As a child, Joseph Cochran was what he was also as a man, unselfish, faithful, modest, capable, con- scientious, and entirely dependable. "Josie and Thedie," writes his mother of the two little boys one October, " are getting in and piling the winter's supply of wood." To a sick Kurd, she writes, he had just brought in a great bunch of flowers which he had gathered on the hillside. In a loving picture of the family circle on a winter evening, she speaks of him as working industriously over music. He was full of 39 40 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHRAN life and play, and in the childish games of the chil- dren his favourite role was that of physician. Recol- lections of his sisters reproduce the spirit and ways pf his boyhood. My earliest recollection of him is as a quiet, gentle boy. He was always sweet-tempered. When we assumed different characters in our plays, Josie was invariably "Doctor Lyon." I remember the dignity with which he would appear, wearing one of father's hats, tipped back on his head, to prevent its covering his face, and a long coat dragging on the floor. He would examine the patient's pulse and tongue, and gravely administer bread pills or salted water. The prescriptions were taken as a matter of course. Sometimes we played that the Kurds had attacked and wounded us, and the doctor would be called to bandage the cuts. He was skilful, sympathetic, serious, as he bound the supposed gashes in our heads or on our hands. It was always difficult for Josie to take a rough or boister- ous part in a game. The character that was most natural to him as a boy in his play was one in which he could serve others with calmness and bravery in the midst of supposed danger or suffering. Sometimes we built a small stone fort under the apricot trees in our front yard at Seir. One or more would be inside the low wall, with Joe as chief guard. When the enemy appeared he would be master of the situa- tion; but his fun was always within bounds; and there were a self-control and a diplomacy in his manner which were more effective than our stick swords and guns. In 1861, while on a journey to Bitlis, our family were attacked and robbed by a band of heavily armed and masked Kurds. Sister Mary, unselfishly forgetting possible per- sonal danger, pulled off her hat, and struck at the Kurd who had cut our faithful Pera; I was sobbing and, thinking death was near, begged forgiveness from one and another for all my faults; true to himself, Joe calmly witnessed the robbery, even to the carrying off of his favourite horse, and when the Kurds were out of sight, he remained silent, though visibly indignant at the outrage. BOYHOOD AND EDUCATION 41 I remember once, after he had escorted mother to Dr. Perkins's house, his chivalrous manner attracted the notice of that fine old-school gentleman, and he spoke of Josie as a "young nobleman." For the little store he kept, I remember also, that he paid postage for virus that was furnished by the British consul, and vaccinated many with my mother's pen-knife, though he was a little boy. Every memory of him is pecu- liarly sweet; he was full of fun and mischief, but always anxious not to hurt any one's feelings, and would make it right, if he thought he had. I remember how heartbroken he was when the Rev. Henry N. Cobb pretended to be jealous because Joe, a very little fellow, five years old, snuggled in Mrs. Cobb's lap, and kissed her, most enthusi- astically, every chance he had. He went off by himself and cried, and when I found him, he said, " Katie, do you think Mr. Cobb and God will forgive me. I didn't think he would care if I kissed her, she is such a sweet lady. What do you think I can do to make it right ? " In 1865, Joseph went to America with the family, and in 1867 returned with his father and mother and two of his sisters and his brother to Urumia. On returning he broke up the store which he had con- ducted, called the " Diamond Store," and writes in December, 1868, to an older sister in America that he " had hens instead." At the time of writing this letter he was setting out on a village trip with his father, and he says : " I try very hard to do what is right in everything," and " every " is underscored once and " very " four times. The great event of the year in those early days of missionary life in such a remote field as Persia was the annual arrival of the boxes from home. The Eev. W. K. Stocking of Williamstown, Mass., who was a boy in Urumia a few years before Dr. Cochran's boy- hood, writes; 42 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHEAN Aside from annual gatherings of the Mission circle, at Thanksgiving and Fourth of July, the event which furnished us children the greatest pleasure was the arrival once a year of boxes from America. How we would rush to the windows, or down into the courtyard when we got the word, " the boxes have come," to see the pack-horses, following one another through the big gate from the street, each carrying two boxes, covered with waterproof cloth, slung with ropes on either side of the big pack-saddle, having come in that fashion all the more than six hundred miles from Trebizond on the Black Sea. We could hardly wait to have the water- proof covering removed, and the boxes brought into the house. Then the entire family, including the native domes- tics, would gather about to see the packages taken out, one by one. Many of the articles were those that had been ordered, but there were also surprises from some of the loved friends and kindred. My ! how our eyes danced at the new clothing, or books, or toys. I can even now remember the peculiar odour of the new things from America. America! Why, to us children born in those eastern lands, whose idea of America was that embodied in the new missionaries with their new styles of clothing and bright pictures and books, and some new articles of furniture, America was a veritable heaven, containing everything beautiful, and good, and pure. One of the earliest of Dr. Gochran's letters which has been preserved is to Mrs. Henry H. Hale, of Buffalo, and tells of the children's joy in the annual box : MT. SEIR, URUMIA, April 5th, 1870. DEAR MRS. HALE, We received your box last month, but as papa was in a village, we had to wait till he came back. He came about noon next day, and we went right to work opening it; we were opening it all the afternoon, and towards night we called the ladies and gentlemen of the Mission to see all our things. Emma sat down on the rocking chair with the little shawl on her, which Mrs. Bristol sent her, with the doll in her arms, and reading a book from her little library, which you sent her. She lends her books, one by one, to the little BOYHOOD AND EDUCATION 43 children of the Mission. She wants me to thank you very much for the beautiful little library. And I thank you very much for the nailbrush you sent me. Eddie, Mr. Coan's little son, who is about my age, is going home next June with the Shedd family. I will feel quite lonesome, as he is the only one about my age here. As we hear so bad news from Mary, papa would be glad to go right to her, and I would like to get into a school there, but as so many are leaving, or about to leave, papa thinks it would be wrong to go now, and leave the work here. Good-bye. Your affectionate friend, JOSIE. Joe's pleasures were not numerous, but the life was wholesome and noble, and the boy learned self-control, dignity, and courage. He knew how to handle horses and to meet men. And in the Urumia Mission he was taught to carry himself with self-respect and the re- spect of his fellows, young and old. He knew what danger and peril were, and he saw men and women daily exalting duty and the fear of God above self- interest and the fear of men. He saw no other ideal of life in the mission circle, and dreamed of none other for himself than a life of simple, self-sacrificing, joy- ful obedience to the will of God. There were many hardships but there was no murmuring, and the school of character in the Urumia station was as good a school as could be found anywhere. In 1870 the hardest of all the hardships of missionary life fell upon the Cochran household. The wife and younger children came home to be with the older children in America. As Joseph wrote, his father thought that it would be wrong for him to leave with them. So he remained. " The house is fearfully lone- some," wrote the father in July, 1870. " All our rooms wear a desolate look, but they remind me of dear absent ones, and I love to be here. My bedroom is 44 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHRAN the most attractive. On the wall opposite the bed are the pictures of all our family. As I wake in the morn- ing, I fancy I greet their smiles and benedictions, and I love to pray for each by name." The results of the separation have already been told. On returning to America this second time and again taking up his home in Buffalo, Joseph united by letter from the Mission church in Urumia with the West- minster Church of Buffalo, and continued his mem- bership there until in later years he took a letter of dismissal to the Mission church in Urumia. When Mrs. Cochran returned to Persia in 1871, she left Joseph behind for his education, and it was his good fortune to be taken into the home of Mr. S. M. Clement, Sr., where he was regarded and treated as a son and grew up as a brother with Mr. S. M. Clement, Jr., now president of the Marine National Bank of Buffalo, who was Dr. Cochran's nearest and dearest friend. Mr. Clement, Sr., was one of the elders of the Westminster Church, a quiet man, reticent and un- assuming, of absolute probity and honour. Upon Mr. Cochran's death Mr. Clement renewed his offer to care for the son, and continued to deal with him as though he were his own son throughout the seven years of his preparation for his missionary work. Mrs. Clement also was as a mother to him. When Mrs. Cochran returned to Persia she took the lad to her heart, and was to him ever, as much as might be, as his own mother. While Mrs. Cochran was still in America Joseph had begun his studies in the Buffalo Central High School. He had started in within a week after reaching Buffalo, and wrote in November, 1870, to his father, giving an account of his work, and describing to him the Regents' examination system and the state- BOYHOOD AND EDUCATION 45 ment required at the end of each paper : " I conscien- tiously declare that I had no information of these lessons by any one," etc. Any trust in honour always appealed to his upright soul. He closed his letter, " Give my love to all the natives and the Mission and to the dear old horses and Dash. I hope you will keep all these a long time yet." He spent four years in the High School. And a classmate writes: In the four years of our school life together, I never knew a word of unkind criticism either of him or from him. Perhaps the one explains the other. The slight foreign accent and tinge of eastern "manner" of courtesy distin- guished him from others, but never unpleasantly. While one would not have called him brilliant as a student, he was always thorough, lessons well prepared, no duty shirked. His unusual experiences often made him see things in a different light from his fellow-students, and with his keen sense of humour, he added interest and life to recitations. I am sure all his teachers liked him. With our dear old Miss Eipley, he was a prime favourite. She explained to him one day in her whimsical way, that she " liked him because his shoes were always so well blacked." And she was so amused when he returned from some mission she had sent him on, to receive the penny she had promised as reward. In the sciences he was particularly good, and Professor Linden took pleasure in his evident, interest in this work. Physiology was naturally a favourite study, and our old " French lady " (the skeleton) and the little papier- mache mannikin were factors in the beginning of our young physician's education. Being a " good " boy, Joseph was made monitor, and his desk was in the hall outside Mr. Spencer's office, where he was not under supervision, and the ringing of the bells for reci- tations was his care. Always fond of fun, at the proper times, he was a welcome member of our picnic parties " down the river," and in the many social gatherings among the young people. To me his most striking characteristic was loyalty, not only to 46 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHRAN friends, but to principle, above all his own high sense of honour. When he had completed the High School course, he was nineteen, and under the pressure of various cir- cumstances and the need in Urumia, he decided to go on as quickly as possible to a medical course. He had always been fond of medicine. It had been his favour- ite amusement to play doctor, and for years the idea of studying medicine and of returning to Persia as a medical missionary had been growing in him. His mother wrote to a daughter from Urumia in 1868, when he was thirteen, " Dr. Van Norden had your brother Josie present to assist him a little in an operation he performed on a native. Doctor thinks Josie a good candidate for physician and surgeon, and Josie often expresses the hope that he may in time return to this country in that capacity." And when his father died in 1871, nothing was more natural in his view or in the view of all who knew him than that he should prepare to take his place. This had been his father's desire. After his death an unfinished letter to a friend in Buffalo was found, in the last sentence of which Mr. Cochran expressed the wish that his son should " ever be brought under all the missionary influence possible," and stated that he hoped and prayed that he might yet see Joseph on missionary ground. He saw it, but from above. After the father's death also the native preachers of the Baranduz district, so called from the river which waters this section of the plain of Urumia, wrote to Joseph in Buffalo : URUMIA, February 20th, 1872. OUR DEAR BROTHER, Thou hast certainly not been for- gotten at all by us, although we have not visited you by the sending of our letters. But, still you are placed before BOYHOOD AND EDUCATION 47 our mind's eye as it were, and also, we ask ever and receive answer about your health and work. But since the death of your dear father, you even more, as one would say, have been quite in our hearts. That dear and pleasant father was beloved of us all. As we dwell on the thought that he has been torn from us, our tears mingle with the tears of your eyes. And now, our beloved, know that our eyes are on you, our wishes and our hopes are to hear that you have the desire to prepare yourself to fill your father's place here. And our prayer to God is that the mantle of your father should fall on your shoulders, and turn, if it be His will, every obstacle from your path, and prepare you for the work unfinished that is left after the labours of your father in the soil of Persia. Jesus, with His hand so soft, wipe every tear from your eyes, and comfort you in the midst of all your heavy sorrow and anguish so heartrending. From your brothers, the preachers of the Baranduz river. And peace very great, and Godlike, I am pouring upon you, I, Priest Hormizd of Aliawa, the composer of this letter. Reach for Joseph to America. Joseph demanded no miraculous revelation of duty. He was not waiting for a " missionary call," mean- while intending to use his life selfishly. He was quietly going forward, as the character he had inherited, strengthened under the influence of his home and boy- hood, impelled him, in the path of self-sacrifice, use- fulness, and courageous service. To some men the heroic life is a matter of course, to be followed if allowed. To others it is a painful cross not to be taken up if it can be avoided. All his life Dr. Cochran did the hard and heroic thing, sometimes the life-imperil- ling thing, without ostentation or parade, with no con- sciousness that he was doing anything out of the ordinary. He simply saw duty clearly, and did it quietly. 48 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHKAN In the fall of 1874, he went to Yale as a special student, taking both scientific and medical courses, but the urgent call from Urumia seemed to make it necessary for him to omit everything but the necessary medical training. On October 25th he writes to his mother : It is some time since I last wrote you, yet I have you in my thoughts and prayers daily. I am very busy indeed, giving all my time to medicine. We have good opportunities here, there being the State Hospital and Dispensary here. I presume I have seen seventy or eighty surgical operations here so soon. I enjoy very much being here with so many students 1,031. Wed- nesday and Saturday mornings we have no recitations, and usually go out to the park for some games. Then we come home in a body, singing and carrying on generally. We have class prayer meeting, too, Sunday and Tuesday evenings, which are well attended and interesting. Then of course there is the regular hazing going on. I being a Medic and special scientific have not the fate of a common Freshman! Still the hazing, though unpleasant, is not serious. I pre- sume before this reaches you the Seir winter will be upon you. Some January evening, when you and Emma are sit- ting around the table in the old dining-room near to the large stove, you may hear a knock at the gate, and find that it is Mashadie with the mail. In this mail you will find this letter and one for "your youngest." If it is not interesting, it is full of love, and the writer wishes most sincerely that he could be the knocker at the gate. I sup- pose you will not be alone at Seir this winter. The second year of the course he took in the Buffalo Medical College, and the last year with his degree he took at the Bellevue Medical College in New York City. After the last examination he wrote to his closest friend, Mr. Clement's son: I am safely through all my examinations, and feel pretty jolly over it. Last night I had my last Chemistry. Minges, BOYHOOD AND EDUCATION 49 one of the "Dubuque Twins," who was in Buffalo College last year, went in to Prof. Doremus' slaughter house, as he calls it, with me. This twin was in the same fix I was in, and we two have happened together in Anatomy and Chemistry, where two go in together. Last night, as a topping off of my lucky career, Prof. Doremus gave us quite a puff. He said that he did not know that he cared to ask us any more questions (after he had examined us a while), for we seemed perfectly familiar with the theme. He said it gave him great pleasure to examine us, which was more than he could say of the ex- aminations in Chemistry of most medical students. I, however, made one mistake in my four examinations, and that was in Materia Medica. Prof. Polk wanted to know the dose of Majendie's Solution. I told him; then he wanted the strength. I answered, and as soon as it was out I saw I was wrong, and said so. He laughed, and said, " Guess again." Well, this rather confused me, and I felt as if I could not remember anything about it, so I said, "Professor, I can't think of the strength, but I know the dose, so I can calculate how much opium there is to the ounce, if you will give me time." He said, " Yes, you could do this at the bedside if you forgot it. I won't call it a mistake, doctor; that will do." Excuse this splurge of self-conceit, but I feel rather elated, so some must go out else I burst. I feel fully repaid for this steady, hard studying. When he had his degree in the spring of 1877, he went back to Buffalo and stayed until October, study- ing with Dr. Miner, and working in his office and in the hospitals. He studied pharmacy also, and later dentistry, in order to be able to help missionaries and others in as many ways as possible. He did special work, too, on the eye, and spent a year in the Kings County Hospital as house physician. He had no money to waste. He says in one letter, " When you asked for papers giving accounts of the (Downs) case, 50 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHRAN I had no money to buy them." He had walked from his lodgings to and from the Medical College while studying there, having worked out on a city map the shortest route, three miles each way. He kept up his attendance at church, and was a member of a Bible class, and in his hospital work he had all that he could attend to, especially with crazy patients; but all his preparations were made by the summer of 1878, and on June 10th, 1878, he was ap- pointed a missionary to Persia by the Board of Foreign Missions of the Presbyterian Church in the United States of America, the American Board having trans- ferred the Mission to the Nestorians to the Presbyterian Board at the time of reunion of the Old and New School Presbyterian Churches in 1871. He did not go out alone. On August 21st, 1878, he was married to Miss Katharine Hale of Minneapolis, whom he met first in the summer of 1876, just after her graduation from Vassar, while she was visiting her uncle in Buffalo. After the wedding he remarked quietly to one of her sisters, " I thank you very much for not opposing her going with me. For if she could not have gone, I should have had to go alone." They sailed from New York on September 19th, 1878, on the " Parthia," for Liverpool. BEGINNING WORK IN PERSIA DR. AND MRS. COCHRAN spent a week or more in England, visiting Chester, Stratford, and Ox- ford on their way from Liverpool to London. From England they went via Rotterdam and Cologne to Berlin, where they stayed several days. They had hoped to have plenty of time in Cologne to see the Cathedral, but did not arrive till ten in the evening, and their train left at seven the next morning. But see the Cathedral they would, so they rose at five, and had a view never to be forgotten of the glorious in- terior in the dimness of dawn as it heightened to the first rays of sunlight. After several days at Dresden, they went on to Odessa. From Odessa they sailed to Poti at the eastern end of the Black Sea, having the pleasant experience of a calm voyage, and then from Poti went up to Tiflis by the railroad which then ended at Tiflis, and there spent a few days in getting equip- ment for the journey, lodging with a Nestorian mer- chant, one of the prosperous members of the increasing colony of successful Nestorian business men and la- bourers in Tiflis. They left Tiflis November 3rd for Urumia, going by way of Tabriz, and reaching Urumia City on December 2nd. The journey was full of interest to them both. Its hardships were a little more novel to Mrs. Cochran than to her husband who had spent his boyhood in just 51 52 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHKAN such villages as those through which their road passed. But they both saw the humorous side of all situations, or if there was no humorous side, they bore with light- hearted Christian stoicism what had to be endured. The insects of Asia of course awaited them at each Russian post house. " It is disgusting," wrote Mrs. Cochran, in her home letters, " but we reflected that it could not be helped and resolved with Epictetus not to allow such low animals to disturb the equanimity of our souls by tormenting our bodies. I put the cologne bottle under my pillow; Joseph perfumed his with kerosene, and we slept as peacefully as babies." To Erivan they travelled on the Russian post road with the post horses: RUSSIAN POST ROAD, November 3rd, 1878. Here we are spending the Sabbath at this little Post station. It was nearly five when we left Tiflis. People stared as we drove through the streets with our horses four abreast. Our driver was a fiery little Russian who wanted to whip every man, woman, child, or beast who interfered with our progress. I never had even imagined streets so utterly wretched and filthy as those through which we passed. Loaded donkeys would block our way, and the driver laid his whip on them to right and left. So we rattled along, Lazar blowing his whistle, and the driver yelling until we met a whole caravan of camels. One of the camels was kneeling to be loaded. It did not suit our Russian to wait for that process, so after a yell at its driver, he jumped down, and flew at the man with doubled fists. The camel got up, and we passed on. Whenever there was a chance, this maniac gave a crack of his whip on some one. I wish you could see Lazar as he has arrayed himself for the journey. The tops of bis boots are turned down nearly to his ankles, showing the red linings. His trousers are grey, partly of leather for riding, the ends of them tied down just below the knees with some white rags. He has several shirts, as I call them (Persian coats, Joe says they BEGINNING WORK IN PERSIA 53 are), hanging below his black vest, which cause his coat of European cut to stand out as if he had a short hoop skirt. He wears a sword, which he uses for cutting our sugar. I think it is too dull to injure a Kurd. Then his red hair and his red and yellow turban crown all. He is not over neat, but he does very well, makes good tea, and I let him manage the culinary department pretty much, as it is too much trouble to make him do my way. It is perfectly appalling in going through this country to realize how dark are still most portions of our globe! I can hardly realize that the people here have souls, they seem so nearly like animals. From Julfa, on the Persian frontier, they rode on horseback to Tabriz. From Tabriz Mrs. Cochran trav- elled to Urumia in a takhtirawan, a box on poles car- ried between two mules. Of all the methods of travel I have tried in the course of my existence that in a takhtirawan is a trifle the most insecure. But it is stylish, no doubt. I am considered a person of considerable importance by all whom we meet, for only great people travel in this way. I have a white mule in front and a black mule behind. A mounted chavadar leads the procession, and another follows on foot to keep the back mule in motion by continual beat- ings and yellings. I'm sorry for that back mule! Poor beast, he has to walk by faith and not by sight. All he can see in front is blank boards, and when he comes to a muddy ditch his imagination leads him to think it is an endless sea of mire, and I don't blame him for now and then refusing to set his foot in it, though it does make it rather unpleasant for the other mule and me." At Gavelan, a village a day's journey from Urumia, at the northern entrance to the Urumia plain, Dr. Cochran's mother and sister Emma met them. The native pastor there had vowed a vow that Joseph should eat his first meal in his house, and the vow was fulfilled. 54 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHRAN After a quiet Sunday in Gavelan, the party went on to Urumia, where they were welcomed home before reach- ing the city by native pastors and preachers and mis- sionaries who had ridden out to meet them, and when they reached the city, by the pupils of the boys' and girls' schools and throngs of Nestorians. The people greeted him as a son returning home, bringing him presents of all kinds. Nearly all the pastors had been taught by his father. They had known him as a boy, and followed his studies in America with the deepest interest, and now they welcomed him back with eager- ness as one who belonged to them and to whom they belonged. His work began at once. At Gavelan the sick thronged him on Sunday, neighbouring villagers carry- ing their paralytics on donkeys as if a word of his would heal, and the day after his arrival at Urumia he began his medical practice with the patients who had been already brought from far and near to await his coming. His sister wrote a fortnight after his arrival, " Poor Joe does not have time to breathe in the city. His dispensary is thronged. It seems as if all Urumia had become sick just as he came." He knew, the Syriac, the language of the Nestorians, and the Turkish, the language of the Mohammedans, as well as the native scholars knew them and was able at once to resume intercourse with the people after his ten years' absence. Within a month of his arrival, his mother wrote : Joe has retained his knowledge of Syriac and Turkish, so he needs only to study the Persian, the Court language. It seems "easy for his tongue to lie down" to all of these languages, the natives say; and they claim he speaks more correctly and more naturally than we of the first generation BEGINNING WORK IN PERSIA 55 of missionaries. And although his return is that of a mis- sionary's child, there is such a quiet dignity about him that it seems all right, as if it were a thing which had always been, that he preside in Mission Meeting and discuss the questions that arise. All the Mission respect him, and the children enjoy both Joe and Kate. Yesterday some Kurdish chiefs and their escorts were at our house to consult Joe. One had been here last week with his sick son, and yesterday he returned filled with joy, and expressing heartfelt thanks for his son's recovery. He remarked, " Now I shall not throw my hand from off you," and wanted Joe to visit him in his castle. He said, " The doctor can walk in safety in Kurdistan." No one can do this unless under the protection of this powerful chief. The young doctor, not yet twenty-five years old, stepped at once into such intimate and influential relations as these with the most powerful men of the land. His charm of character, his dignity, his tact, and friendliness established him in the admiration and confidence of the people of all classes. In a home let- ter, after referring to their determination to live within their modest missionary income, his young wife wrote : Joe is not extravagant in his wants. He does like a good horse, though, and is very particular about the way they are kept. I really think it is remarkable with what dignity Joe conducts himself here. People knew him as a boy; Pera carried him when a baby, but never does he or any one else treat him with the slightest disrespect. He is such a proper youth, Joe is. I have to laugh at him sometimes, while I secretly admire him for it. I know I worry him sometimes with my democratic ways, but it is very trying at times to conform to the code of etiquette of this country. He was extremely careful himself from the outset to conform to all the proper social ideas of the people. He was recognized accordingly as a Persian gentleman, and he had access as a welcome visitor to the highest 56 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHKAN homes, while he came, in time, to be almost idolized by the poor, to whom he was as courteous and attentive as to the Governor or the Crown Prince. The trust immediately reposed in him by the great men of the community was something of an embarrass- ment and complicated his plans. His mother and sis- ter had prepared a home for him and his wife with them at Seir, and to this house they went, but it seemed probable for a time that they would have to move down to the city to care for a needy case among the nobles of the province. Mrs. Cochran wrote, December 18th, 1878: We are as undecided as ever where to locate this winter. It seems that Khan, the biggest man in this region, has always been very kind to the missionaries, granting prompt redress for injuries, inviting them to his house, and in many ways showing great favour. But he is a very wicked man, has led a wicked life, has no control over his passions, and drinks to excess. His hard drinking has greatly affected his health and made him half insane. He sent for Joe to come and see him soon after our arrival. He feels dreadfully over his insane condition, and wants Joe to cure him. The other day we were somewhat startled by a message from him pleading that Joe would take him up to Seir, promising to put himself entirely under his control, and obey all orders (he knows that he will be for- bidden strong drink). He says he will bring only two servants, his wife, and a maid. It is a question what to do with him. Joe thinks he can make him much better at any rate by keeping drink from him, even if he cannot cure him. It is a great thing for a rich Mohammedan of high rank actually to plead to put himself in the hands of Christians. If he could be cured, if he could be made a better man, think what an opening for the Mohammedan work here. It is a very, very puzzling question. It is quite a show for these people to see me and my mother-in-law together. According to their customs, when the son brings home a bride, her mouth is covered, and she BEGINNING WOEK IN PERSIA 57 must not speak to her mother-in-law for years. She can speak to her husband's young brothers and sisters, and all communication with her mother-in-law must be through them. The day we arrived, Mrs. Oldfather said her servant came rushing up to her, and said, " The doctor's wife is talking with her mother-in-law ! " You see, I am the first instance of anything of the kind. FEBRUARY 1, 1879. We have had quite exciting times of late. About a week ago, Khan sent for Joe again, and fairly plead with him to undertake his case. He held his hand, and cried, and begged him to take him and try him, if only for a few days. This Khan has been so kind to the Mission that it seemed as though this despairing cry could hardly be refused. On Monday, Joe met the Governor of the city and several of Khan's friends. He told them that he did not think he could do much for him, but would try if they wished. He stipulated that the Khan and his servants should be placed entirely under his control, and power be given him to use force if necessary. He said he wished to take the Khan to his summer palace with only four servants and soldiers to guard the gate. It seems that the Khan and his friends thought they would not be safe out in the summer palace, so it was decided to remain in the city. They gave Joe a room, and he took over his travelling bedstead and bedding. He caught a bad cold, as the room has windows across one whole side and is heated only with a fireplace. The Khan could not sleep, and had him up and down several times in the night. Joe has three Nestorians there to assist him and take turns in watching the Khan to see that he gets no drink except what he allows him. He has been accustomed to drink about two or three quarts of arrack daily, and towards night he began to call for it again. Joe went over after tea and played to him on an organ that has been carried over from the Mission. Joe sang some Moody and Sankey songs, and the Khan joined him. About midnight he began to grow very wild, got up and dressed, and went running about the yard, howling like a wild animal. Joe tried to persuade him to come in, but he would not, 68 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHRAN and told the servants to open the gates or he would kill them. He told Joe he would kill him if he did not let him go. At last he got out, and went tearing down the street, Joe and his servants after him, through the mud and dark- ness. The servants were all afraid to touch him, and so were the Nestorians. At last Joe caught him, and the bravest of the servants came to help him, and they got him back home. Joe could not manage him alone, for he is a very powerful man. He was quiet after that, being rather exhausted from his ravings. Joe had concluded that there is very little prospect of doing him any good, and certainly will not consent to remain there unless he can have some one to help him. In the end Khan was taken to Europe for treat- ment. Among the official class in Persia there is too little regard for the prohibition of the Koran against the use of intoxicating drink. These prohibitions have been of great benefit, as most of the people are obedient at least in this regard to their sacred book. But where the influence of Europe is felt, as among the higher classes, and in some places among the common people where the nominal Christians of the old Oriental Churches have set a bad example and fostered the trade in wine and arrack, there has been a wide departure from the total abstinence enjoined by the Koran. For nearly a year Dr. Cochran lived at Seir, riding down to the city for his work. Sometimes when de- tained late, he would spend the night in the city, the road to Seir having its perils from Kurds and wolves. The Kurds were always the terror of the country and of the missionary children. One of the Cochran chil- dren when five years old had just repeated to her mother one of the verses of " Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber," when her mother asked her what " brutal creatures " were. The little one replied, " People who have no hearts, like the Kurds." No one came closer BEGINNING WORK IN PERSIA 59 to the Kurds than Dr. Cochran or acquired so great an influence over them, but they were the tragic back- ground of his life and the cause of its early ending. In spite of the disadvantage of distance, however, he vigorously developed his work. On March 28th his wife wrote: This afternoon I attended Mission Meeting, which is always held in Mr. Labaree's parlour when at Seir. This afternoon each of the gentlemen made the quarterly report of his de- partment of the work. Joe reported that since his arrival in Urumia, four months ago to-day, he had seen sixteen hundred patients, the majority of them Mussulmans. He has had but two in the hospital, there not being accommoda- tions for more. He has collected in the way of fees about nine tomans, each patient being charged a few cents for medicine. His five medical students assist him in some things. For instance, they helped vaccinate a whole room full of babies brought in last time. Counting them, Joseph had over a hundred patients yesterday. At Seir, in July, his first child, a son, was born. Seir was too far away from his work, however, and in the fall of 1879 he moved down into the city, where he and Mrs. Cochran kept house, and where, in addi- tion to his medical work, he had charge for a time of the High School and the Guest Department. " The High School," wrote Mrs. Cochran, " is really an in- termediate department, a little higher than the village schools and not as high as the Seminary. Only boys attend, about twenty-seven in all, all Nestorians. They come in from the villages on Monday and return on Friday, bringing with them most of the food on which they subsist. By the Guest Department I mean this. When the different helpers, pastors, and others, come to the city on Mission business, they have a room and 60 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHRAN food provided for them from Mission funds. Our Mooshe has the care of these rooms and provides the food, bringing in the bills to Joe." This Guest De- partment was an enterprise of great importance and value in a land where so much is made of hospitality, and where kindness or coldness toward an acquaint- ance or a stranger may gravely affect the opportunities for the spread of Christianity. What weighed most on his mind, however, was the need of more adequate provision for the treatment of surgical cases and cases of serious illness requiring careful nursing. He had in the city only a small dis- pensary with two beds, but no good bedding, for an in-patient or so, and he realized that in the conditions under which his work must be done, it was indispensa- ble that he should be able to treat more. He did his best in the circumstances, as his wife's letters show, but he felt the limitation : JUNE 16th, 1880. Baby was quite sick yesterday. Joe came up last night to see him, though it was quite difficult for him to get away. He has just performed an operation on a little girl. This little girl fell and broke her foot some time ago. A native doctor set it so badly that it mortified, and Joe had to amputate it, just below the knee. If she lives, the poor little thing will have to go on crutches, an unusual sight in this country, for people are generally allowed to die here if any such accident happens to them. JULY 22nd, 1880. Joe was perfectly successful in that operation on that little girl. It was an operation in which over one-third of the patients always die. She is perfectly well again. I think that is doing pretty well for a young man all alone, with no one to consult, not even an experienced person to administer chloroform. He has performed several difficult operations here and been perfectly successful, and I presume he will have more when he has his hospital. BEGINNING WORK IN PERSIA 61 In the summer of 1879 accordingly he sent home to the Board the following appeal: A HOSPITAL FOR PERSIA Since arriving here last December I hare seen and treated over 3,000 patients in the dispensary and at my house. Persians, Kurds, Jews, Nestorians, and Armenians all come together, listen to the religious service, and receive treatment. Some come a distance of three or four days' journey, a few even further. There is no skilled physician within 120 miles in any direction; the native surgery is terribly rough or barbarous, and the medical practice is little better. A Chris- tian physician and surgeon has a vast field and a remarkable influence. But here arises a difficulty. Many cases I see but once. Many do not follow directions. In some cases powders have been given to be taken, one daily. The patients, instead, have bolted them all at a swallow, saying the medicine might as well cure at once as to take several days. One man received a powder for an eye wash. He poured the powder all into his eye at once, and came back, saying it had burned out his eye. Still worse are the surgical cases. Knowing it to be folly to perform an operation, and then send the patient home for after-treatment, I am obliged to decline nearly all cases. Sons and daughters of noble- men and chiefs, as well as the poor, have thus been turned away. There are several common diseases here that require a surgical operation, and with this the greatest subsequent care. It is injustice to them and to myself and to the cause of Missions to treat serious cases in the way I have hitherto done. The present accommodations consist of two rooms in con- nection with the dispensary. In these I have treated and nursed patients on whom operations have been performed. They are better than nothing, but are open to very great objections. First, the accommodations are insufficient; sec- ond, the place is not suitable for the sick. No sunshine enters the rooms, and they are so situated that the necessary arrangements for sewerage cannot be effected; third, it is in our own yard, where the children of the Mission families 62 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHRAN ought to play. If the patients take an airing it must be in this yard. These objections it is impossible to remove without a new place. A proposal. We have purchased a site for our college, and the buildings are going up. The plot contains fifteen acres of land, part orchard, part field, with five acres now enclosed by a strong wall. It is over a mile from the city gate on a slope facing the river, and in full view of the mountains. Here are the best conditions as to air, water, and retirement for a good school, and the same conditions for a hospital. There is ample room, and the Mission Station has set apart the necessary ground. The idea of a hospital has greatly pleased all classes, and probably has saved us from governmental interference thus far. If we could assure all inquirers that a hospital will surely be built it would be a better safeguard than a firman from the Shah. The Prince Governor says that the Mussulman Khans and merchants ought to help us build it. In favour of the pro- posal are: (1) The need of a merciful and Christlike pro- vision for the sick. (2) The salutary influence upon the Mission work, especially in disarming the prejudice of the Mussulmans, and showing to all the spirit of Christ. (3) The benefit to medical students in connection with our col- lege. I now have a small class. (4) A new dwelling for the physician must be provided, and the Station thinks it is better here than in the city. (5) The Station believes it absolutely necessary, for the work's sake and for safety, to have a second family beside that of the Superintendent of the Seminary on the ground. It is an economy of mission- ary force that the second man be the physician. In case we have a hospital in connection with the Sem- inary I would still have certain hours for labour in the city, and continue the dispensary there as at present. The cost of a hospital building need not be large, $1,500 or $2,000 would answer the present need. The running ex- pense will be comparatively small. Some will be charity patients, but the majority who come to us can either provide for themselves or get their friends to defray their actual expenses. So far we have received enough from the patients treated to pay their board and nursing. I now have under treatment at the dispensary a poor woman whose husband BEGINNING WORK IN PERSIA 63 works out by the day and earns enough to pay her expenses. I have also a second patient whose friends contribute enough to enable us to treat him. The good women who have done so well for the Seminary we hope can help us in this effort to do good to both the bodies and the souls of men one highly approved certainly by our Lord's example in His earthly life. The Station heartily supported his plan : " Believing it to be for the best interests of the missionary cause in Persia, especially among Mohammedans, to estab- lish a hospital, we heartily approve and recommend the establishment of such a hospital as Dr. Cochran proposes on the college grounds, and we earnestly hope the funds may be granted at once for this, the first charity of the kind, so far as we know, ever proposed in Persia." These facts Dr. Cochran embodied in an appeal to friends. Mr. Clement, Sr., gave $1,000 for the hospital. The balance was raised in due time. The hospital was begun in 1880 and finished in the fall of 1882, and named after the church in Buffalo, " The Westminster Hospital." Dr. Cochran described it as " a good-looking building which will comfortably hold thirty or forty patients aside from drug room, operat- ing room, storeroom, etc." Medical work had gone on steadily while it was building. " During the last win- ter," he wrote in 1882, " we treated quite a number of patients in the two wards then ready for use. I have continued the treatment of patients in the dispensary at the city once a week with an average attendance of sixty, and have daily seen a number here. My two medical students, who are doing very nicely, attend to a large majority of the sick who come to see me, thus enabling me to give nearly half my time to other work. It is very noticeable how rapidly a change is coming 64 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHEAN over that portion of this community which sees more of our methods of treatment, and the greater apprecia- tion and confidence shown are marked. When the hospital is opened in the fall much more of my time will have to be given to the strictly professional work. Every endeavour will be made to make this institution a blessing to the land and to the cause." He included in his work from the outset the training of some native doctors to aid him in his practice among their people. In his own letters Dr. Cochran alluded only modestly and with restraint, as was his way, to the difficulties which he had to overcome in beginning his work and building the hospital, but his sister Emma who was in Urumia during these years recalls them: That winter's work, treating those who came to the dis- pensary, and constantly going to the villages, convinced him of the small results to be obtained by the hardest working physician, without a hospital. The people were mostly too ignorant to be trusted with strong drugs, arguing with more logic than common sense that if a bottle of medicine, ad- ministered a few drops at a dose, would effect a cure in a week's time, the whole bottle taken at once would cure in one day. Then again, in cases of very simple bandaging, poulticing, or eye lotions, the dirty rags used at home would quite undo all the good of the ointments or lotions given. During the building of this hospital, Joe worked early and late. Not only was be his own architect, but as he had not men wbo could intelligently carry out his desires he had to be over them continually. One can literally say that not a yard of those walls went up without his supervision. Often I have known of his returning from a visit in a distant village to find that all tbat had been built in his absence had to be torn down. Aside from the building and dis- pensary work he was constantly called to the villages to patients. In all weathers he never refused, going on horse- back with a servant. On arriving at the bouse where the patient lay he invariably found the yard and tbe flat roofs BEGINNING WORK IN PERSIA 65 crowded with people who had patiently been waiting to see him, and he would go from house to house and listen with his never failing patience and kindness to the long stories told in the rambling way those people have. I have often been with him on these days, and though the sun might be getting ominously near its setting, and we had many miles to go, perhaps in deep snow or slush, or rain, as the case might be, I never remember his being im- patient or refusing his aid. At this time, too, he began to lay the foundation for those medical classes that were after- wards to give so many native doctors to Persia, doctors whose work has been little heard of perhaps, but who have brought relief to thousands who otherwise could get no intelligent medical aid. I want to lay particular stress on what is to me the most wonderful point in Joe's work. And that is his courage in undertaking a hospital at all under existing circumstances. Just think of the facts. There was no drug shop in the country, that is, he must prepare all his own medicines. He had absolutely no assistant, no one who had the slightest training as druggist, or hospital orderly! There were no nurses of any kind. One at all familiar with hospital work with the conveniences, assistants, nurses, etc., that the mod- ern physician, and particularly surgeon, considers essential to the success of his work cannot but feel admiration for the courage and strength, physical as well as moral, pos- sessed by that young man. I know so often in the begin- ning, before the hospital was really ready but when he had one or two rooms, he would operate while a servant or school- boy would administer chloroform. He would have to drop his knife continually to feel the patient's pulse, and instead of giving his undivided attention to the delicate work in hand, he had to be listening to the breathing, watch the pulse, and himself turn and select instruments as they were needed, instead of having them silently passed to him by a trained assistant! When the operation was over, he himself would help carry the patient to his bed, as even for that work he could not yet trust his kind but rough helpers, and if it was a serious case, he would sit up all night, or at least come in several times during the night. The prejudice to all surgical operations, that and the fanaticism an unsuc- 66 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHRAN cessful one would arouse, made his cares and responsibilities even greater than usual in such cases. I remember his saying that he felt it would be wiser to refuse to operate on any case the success of which was at all doubtful until the confidence of the people in his hospital was won, for at that early stage the death of a patient on the operating table might have meant ruin to his work. There were sev- eral cases that tried his resolve greatly, cases that he felt he might help, but did not dare risk, and the refusal of which gave him great pain. No one who had not been with him in those days can understand the constant strain laid upon him. What physician in Europe, however experienced, will undertake a very complicated case without consulting spe- cialists, or other colleagues? Here was a young man of less than twenty-five, with little experience, and absolutely alone, the only medical man for hundreds of miles, without a person with whom he could discuss his cases. The other mission- aries could turn at any time to others for intelligent counsel in any question touching their work, be it theological or educational, but he was alone. I remember so well his face sometimes after a very hard and long operation as he would straighten his back after long stooping, and with such a tired smile say half seriously, " Be what you wish, but never be a doctor in Persia." He always seemed plder after these cases. He was not one of those who have the happy faculty possessed by Napoleon of doing his work the best he could and then throwing all care off. He carried each case on his heart, and after a hard day's work, when he was so tired he could hardly sit up, the light in his study could be seen from our house opposite until late he was reading up on some case that puzzled him. At the table, if a dish pleased him, one often heard him say, " I shouldn't wonder if Abdullah, or Nergis, as the case might be, could eat some of this," and at once some would be sent up to the hospital to tempt an invalid whose loss of appetite was worrying him. During the building of the hospital Dr. Cochran moved from the city to some rooms in the new college building, and then to his own house, which was com- pleted before the hospital and in which he spent all his remaining years in Persia. VI FAMINE AND BELIEF THE margin of supply over want in Asia is always narrow. The prevailing poverty of the people, the want of exchangeable wealth, the rapacity of land owners, the low average of food supply to the individual, the inequality of opportunity and power, the absence of means of communication, rendering it impossible to carry the over-supply of one region to the want of another, and the prohibitive cost of trans- portation where it is possible, these are a few of the many reasons for the repeated famines of Asiatic countries. Even the fertile plain of Urumia has re- peatedly suffered from such times of destitution. The beginning of Dr. Cochran's missionary career was over- shadowed by one of the most terrible of these disasters. For two successive years there was a failure of the crops, due to lack of rain. The scarcity and distress which ensued were aggravated by the export of grain for army supplies during the Russo-Turkish war. The suffering began in Urumia in the fall of 1879. Mrs. Cochran's home letters show what it was and what part Dr. Cochran took in its relief. NOVEMBER 2, 1879. We are going to hare fearful times with the famine this winter, I am afraid. Already it is be- ginning. Monday a mob of starving people rushed into the bazaars, carrying off anything they could lay their hands on. They also broke into the storehouses of wheat belong- 67 68 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHRAN ing to some wealthy Khans. The Prince is absent, and there is no one to exercise any authority. I hardly think they would molest us our past record is good in times of famine, still an excited mob will do most anything, and our gates at the city are kept locked, and barred. Beggars come to us every day, but how can we feed and clothe all Urumia? The native pastors are sending out a petition to the churches of America for aid, and their petition will be endorsed by all our gentlemen. Wheat is now $10 a load (about 340 pounds). Bread is the chief food of all the poorer families, so they have provided for nothing else, and have nothing now that wheat is so dear. Besides, owing to the dry weather, other things that might take the place of bread are not to be found. How can we see these people starving all around us? One woman in this very village has sold her daughter for a load of wheat. JANUARY 21st. You will not become very well acquainted with Joseph, I fear. I wish he could write more frequently. He often speaks of it, and wishes he could, but still one does not become much acquainted with him by letters. One needs to live with him day by day to know how gentle and patient he is, not only with his own family, but with all about him. The famine grows daily worse. We cannot see people dying about us, so the Mission has voted to expend about two hundred dollars weekly, hoping to return the money to the treasury when we receive aid from England and Amer- ica. Joseph has the whole matter in charge, but I hope he will now be somewhat relieved from the constant run upon him, for the money will be apportioned among the different villages, and given to the pastor and committee under him for distribution. We think aid ought to be given first to the church members who are suffering, then to members of the congregations, and afterwards to the Mussulmans, who have not so much claim upon us. We try as far as possi- ble to make the people work for the money. We buy cotton and wool, and let them work it into thread and cloth, and then buy it from them. Joe and I have a little plan to help some. We propose to buy with the hospital fund some of this cotton cloth and thread, then I will cut sheets, bed-ticks, towels, FAMINE AND RELIEF 69 shirts, etc., needed for the hospital, and give the work to some poor women, paying for the making out of the poor fund. Then carpets will be needed. We can set the moun- tain Nestorians, who have come down upon us, at work upon them. The money now promised for the hospital, however, is not enough to furnish it, only build it, so we must raise more. JANUARY 31st. Christmas has again come and gone. On that day our thoughts wander to the home land, and how vivid becomes the contrast between Christianity and Moham- medanism when, instead of the bright picture which memory brings of gay shop windows, happy looking people with mysterious bundles under their arms, merry children who can hardly wait until the Christmas tree is ready, when instead of family gatherings and church gatherings, instead of the joyous quickening which comes to old and young hearts on this anniversary of our Saviour's birth, one sees black flags flying from the housetops and mosques, hears loud wailing from all quarters, and the muffled drumbeats as a large procession passes along the street, a procession com- posed of men who are cutting and slashing their heads and bodies with swords until the blood streams down, and many fall from faintness. For our Christmas Day was the great day of the Moslem month of mourning, Muharram, and whoever dies on this day of the death of their great prophets, is sure of going straight to Paradise. Thus they mourned for the death of the earthly, while we rejoiced at the birth of the heavenly. There is enough wheat in Urumia to feed all until the next harvest, but it is held by noblemen, who dole it out little by little for an enormous price. This wretched Persian government, even if it cared to save the people, has no power to make these Khans give up their stores. With very, very few exceptions, the rich in the city are doing absolutely nothing for the starving around them. If they go to the Governor for help, he tells them to go and eat their children. Yesterday, as my husband and myself rode along the street, a Mussulman woman set down her water-jar, and pointing to us, said to those around her, " I am a sacrifice to the 70 JOSEPH PLUMB COCHRAN religion of these people. If it were not for the missionaries we would all be dead. Our religion cares nothing for the poor." Nothing more recommends the religion of Jesus to these people than the fact that we foreigners pity the poor and do what we can for them, while their own countrymen turn a deaf ear to all appeals. APRIL 1st. Oh dear, when will this dreadful famine end? Flour is fourteen tomans a load to-day! About every even- ing we hear men crying in the streets, "I'm hungry! I'm hungry ! " Many die in the streets every day, and fathers go around begging, carrying their dead children in their arms. Yesterday a poor woman came to the house. She is a pretty young woman, and belongs to a high family, the Nestor i an Patriarch's. Her father was a highly esteemed helper. Her home has been in the mountains. She said there was nothing in the house, and there was nothing in the village, so she and a number of others started to come down through the deep snow for help. It was a desperate journey through the snow; nine women died on the way. She left three children, one a baby in the cradle. She caught my baby up in her arms, and cried as though her heart would break. She is starting back with some provisions, but I fear she will find her children dead. In June, 1880, Dr. Cochran reported carefully to the Board. In his moderate and self-contained style he wrote: Since the last Station letter was written, nothing of especial note has occurred in the general mission work. We, however, could report progress frightful and rapid in the ravages of the famine, were it not that you probably are tired of hearing this old and distressing story. You will pardon us, however, if we dwell a moment on this sub- ject, since it is one that we cannot shut our eyes to, nor forget. We can assure you that we are tired and worn out with this long, constant strain on our sympathies. On the other hand, it does us a great good to receive and distribute the aid that is so generously extended to us from abroad for the starving about us, and to see that this money is FAMINE AND RELIEF 71 saving the lives of many hundreds. Words cannot express our gratitude to the kind friends of Persia, in America and England, for the unexpectedly liberal offering to this object. Is it a wonder that those nations are blessed above all others ? But notwithstanding all that is done hundreds are dying about us daily, many are left in the city and villages and on the roads, where they fall, unburied. Their friends say, " We are not strong enough to dig their graves; we, too, are dying ! " It has even c