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THE PALGRAVE MACMILLAN SERIES IN
INTERNATIONAL POLITICAL COMMUNICATION
SERIES EDITOR: ALISTER MISKIMMON
Information Wars in
the Baltic States
Russia’s Long Shadow
Edited by
Janis Chakars · Indra Ekmanis
The Palgrave Macmillan Series in International
Political Communication
Series Editor
Alister Miskimmon
History, Anthropology, Philosophy & Politics
Queen’s University Belfast
Belfast, UK
From democratization to terrorism, economic development to conflict
resolution, global political dynamics are affected by the increasing
pervasiveness and influence of communication media. This series examines
the participants and their tools, their strategies and their impact.
This series is indexed in Scopus.
Janis Chakars • Indra Ekmanis
Editors
Information Wars
in the Baltic States
Russia’s Long Shadow
Editors
Janis Chakars Indra Ekmanis
Neumann University Foreign Policy Research Institute
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Praise for Information Wars in the
Baltic States
“Russia’s malign influence in Europe isn’t only visible in the military forces it has
repeatedly sent across its neighbors borders. It is also evident in the information
arena. This book shows how Russia has subverted media outlets, spreads disinfor-
mation, and promotes the Kremlin’s geopolitical interests. This book is crucial for
understanding contemporary information warfare, the threat Russia poses, and
how the Baltic states are responding.”
—Chris Miller, Assistant Professor, The Fletcher School, Tufts University, USA
“This timely volume explores how information warfare in the Baltic states could be
a precursor to armed conflict. It shows how Russian disinformation targets differ-
ent Baltic media markets and tests the effectiveness that various organizations,
including the ‘elves’ of Debunk EU, state broadcasters in Russian, and the infor-
mation warfare experts at NATO have used to blunt its impact. Required reading
for understanding the information ‘battle space’ in Europe.”
—Mitchell A. Orenstein, Professor of Russian and East European
Studies, University of Pennsylvania, USA
1 Introduction 1
Janis Chakars and Indra Ekmanis
2 Echoes
of the Past: Media and History in the Baltic
Battlespace 11
Janis Chakars and Indra Ekmanis
3 Russian
Disinformation: The Forest Brothers, Baltic
Resistance, and NATO 35
Joseph M. Ellis
4 Making
Sense of Public Media in Times of Geo-Political
Crisis: Latvian Public Media and their Ethno-Linguistic
Majority and Minority Audiences 55
Jaˉnis Juzefovičs
vii
viii Contents
5 Building
Bridges: Estonian- and Russian-Speaking TV
Audiences and the Value of Estonian Public Service
Broadcasting, 2010–2020 81
Andres Jõesaar
6 Building
or Banning? Russian-Language TV in Latvia 93
Solvita Denisa-Liepniece
7 Bots,
Trolls, Elves, and the Information War in Lithuania:
Theoretical Considerations and Practical Problems123
Asta Zelenkauskaite
8 Robotrolling
in the Baltic States141
Monika Hanley, Aki-Mauri Huhtinen, and Miika Sartonen
9 Disinformation
Analysis and Citizen Activism in the
“Post-Truth” Era: The Case of DebunkEU.org169
Viktor Denisenko
10 The
Perils of Defense in an Information War: Media,
Minorities, and the Threat Next Door187
Sergei Kruk and Ilva Skulte
11 NATO’s
Response to Information Warfare Threats205
Monika Hanley
12 “Let
Them Flee to Sweden: There, Everyone Looks at
Them More Politely”: Gay Propaganda and LGBT Rights
in the Baltic States227
Clinton Glenn
Contents ix
13 The
Best of Enemies: Identity, Recursion, and the
Convergence of Kremlin and Estonian Strategic
Narratives in the Global Populist Discourse263
Noel Foster
Part VI Epilogue 295
14 Epilogue:
Baltic Journalists Respond to Disinformation297
Gunta Sloga
Index305
Notes on Contributors
xi
xii NOTES ON CONTRIBUTORS
Table 4.1 How often do you use Latvian public media to learn about
international political affairs? 62
Table 4.2 How often do you use Russian state media to learn about
international political affairs? 62
Table 4.3 How often do you use Western media to learn about
international political affairs? 62
Table 4.4 Perceptions about the role of public media in times of
information warfare: Neutrality, objectivity 64
Table 4.5 Perceptions about the role of public media in times of
information warfare: Editorial autonomy 64
Table 4.6 Thinking about the conflict between Russia and the West,
which side are you on? 65
Table 4.7 While Latvian public media and Russian state media differ in
their coverage of international political affairs, there is no
difference in the way they operate: Both do propaganda 66
Table 4.8 When covering international political affairs, Latvian public
media are … (%) 67
Table 4.9 When covering international political affairs, Russian state
media are … (%) 68
Table 4.10 When covering international political affairs, Western media
are … (%) 75
Table 5.1 Trustworthiness of media platforms based on language
in 2019 86
Table 5.2 ERR’s net promoter score—importance of ERR for Estonian
state?—results88
Table 5.3 Net Promoter Score—how important is ERR for you
personally?—results89
xv
xvi List of Tables
Introduction
J. Chakars (*)
Neumann University, Aston, PA, USA
e-mail: chakarsj@neumann.edu
I. Ekmanis
Foreign Policy Research Institute, Philadelphia, PA, USA
against the portal’s media content. They are financial sanctions aimed at
economic activity” (ERR, 2020).
The incidents highlight the particular challenge democracies face when
confronting internationally networked propaganda—balancing free
expression with national security. China has its Great Firewall, and other
authoritarian countries, including Russia, have taken lessons from it. In
2022, Cambodia, with a GDP less than any Baltic state, announced the
creation of a “National Internet Gateway” through which all traffic—for-
eign and domestic—must pass. Such measures are anathema to open soci-
eties, but state intervention is evident in bastions of freedom of speech
too. While Cambodia may have started the year proclaiming a new high-
tech censorship machine, Sweden kicked it off with the launch of its
Psychological Defence Agency. Its Operations Department is tasked with
identifying, analyzing, and responding to “the impact of undue informa-
tion influence and other misleading information directed at Sweden or
Swedish interests” (Swedish Psychological Defence Agency, 2022). It
continues:
These goals are not so far removed from those of the NATO Strategic
Communications Centre of Excellence, which was established in Latvia 7
years prior to Sweden’s initiative. Thus, developments on both sides of the
Baltic Sea show increasing attention to information as a security issue.
Facebook, now Meta, meanwhile continues to shut down inauthentic
accounts around the world, with no end in sight: 759 Facebook accounts
in September 2021, 896 in October, and 774 in November, with addi-
tional shutdowns on the company’s Instagram platform. More than 50
networks engaged in coordinated inauthentic behavior were taken down
throughout 2021. In Meta’s end of year report, Gleicher wrote,
The global threats we tackle have significantly evolved since we first started
sharing our findings about Coordinated Inauthentic Behavior in 2017. In
addition, adversarial networks don’t strive to neatly fit our policies or only
violate one at a time. To account for this constantly shifting threat
1 INTRODUCTION 3
e nvironment, we build our defenses with the expectation that they will not
stop, but rather adapt and try new tactics (2021).
open-door policy and security guarantees in the Baltic states, that consti-
tute the threat. Rather, Russian rhetoric leans on the so-called aggressive
course of the West to lay blame for these escalating tensions (Choi, 2022).
As notable historian Timothy Snyder (2022) writes, “The one consistent
element of Russian propaganda is that Russia has suffered and that it is the
West’s fault—your fault. When Russia does something inexcusable, you
are meant to be shocked, blame yourself and make concessions.”
Indeed, Foreign Minister Sergei Lavrov has proclaimed Russia’s aver-
sion to potential conflict—“If it depends on Russia, there will be no war.
We don’t want a war” (The Moscow Times, 2022)—while Kremlin
spokesperson Dmitry Peskov has bemoaned the West’s “hysteria” and
spread of information “laced with lies” (Antonov & Siebold, 2022). These
refrains would be almost laughable were they not so familiar and so terri-
bly tragic. Repetition is among the most powerful tactics of a disinforma-
tion campaign, and framing itself as a perpetual victim of Western
aggression and “Russophobia” is a templated response that the Russian
disinformation “ecosystem persistently injects into the global information
environment” (United States, Office of the Spokesperson, 2022).
Russia is daring the West yet again, as it has before with its many viola-
tions of Baltic airspace (both physical and informational) and other incur-
sions in its desired sphere of influence. Of course, the greatest fear is that
information war might turn into real war—a reality already present in
Ukraine. The illegal annexation of Crimea in 2014 and the ongoing fight-
ing in the east—a conflict that has simmered and sparked in the trenches
for the better part of a decade—are no theoretical influence operations.
The Baltic states are sending American weapons to Ukraine in defense
against today’s new aggression. But with the dark veil of Russia’s long
shadow ever present, various forces in the Baltic states have also been
mobilizing in the information space. This book examines that process.
Dismantling the destructive refrains of disinformation while balancing
access to free speech and fair press is a process that is neither linear nor
prescriptive—the path toward information order is far from plain. This
volume is reflective, therefore, of a variety of challenges, responses, suc-
cesses, and failures in the fight against untruth and its consequences for
society. The authors of this volume hail from across the spectrum of prac-
titioners involved in understanding and countering dis- and misinforma-
tion, including media experts, journalists, military officers, historians, and
political and social scientists. These perspectives do not always form the
same picture of the information landscape. We find this to be a strength of
1 INTRODUCTION 5
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8 J. CHAKARS AND I. EKMANIS
“Does he know that the birth of a national newspaper means the birth of
a nation?”
J. Chakars (*)
Neumann University, Aston, PA, USA
e-mail: chakarsj@neumann.edu
I. Ekmanis
Foreign Policy Research Institute, Philadelphia, PA, USA
The specific charge against Jannsen père, as Kross has Eugen refer to his
father, was accepting money from the Baltic German nobility ruling over
the indigenous Estonian peasantry in exchange for self-censorship and
editorial influence, enabling German control of how Estonians under-
stood the world in which they lived. The younger Jannsen rages as he
swivels on his chair, “Does he know what the first national newspaper
means for a country? Does he know that the birth of a national newspaper
means the birth of a nation?” (1983).
Kross’ tale holds up not just because of his compelling prose and inven-
tive style (the text is even interspersed with music). It commands attention
not only because it deals with the dawn of Estonia’s national awakening
and the intrigue of competing national factions. (Carl Robert Jakobson,
Jannsen’s protégé-turned-rival, even gave Jannsen’s talented poet daugh-
ter the name by which she would be forever famous, Koidula or dawn.)
The story is powerful, especially in the age of disinformation, for the
enduring questions it raises about media.
Kross’ question anticipated the intuitively powerful argument of
Benedict Anderson: that it was print-capitalism and the elevation of ver-
nacular language that enabled the formation of national identity or “imag-
ined community” (1983). How else might what Jannsen named the Eesti
rahvas (Estonian people) in his newspaper come to see themselves as such?
How else might the maarahvas (rural people), spread across 585 estates—
also the number of subscriptions he quietly took from the German nobil-
ity—and unlikely to ever meet each other, see themselves as one big
national superfamily? In the “mass ceremony” of reading the same words
across the land, one could begin to imagine their place in a national com-
munity (Anderson 1983, p. 39).
Jannsen made his peace with the foreign pressure of Baltic Germans,
while also advocating for his people. His contemporary critic, the one-
time Postimees contributor Carl Jakobson, used his short-lived, but influ-
ential newspaper, Sakala, to skewer the Baltic Germans and seek common
cause with Russians against them (Maier 2006). Importantly, however,
each pioneering journalist not only saw the press as a key instrument for
the development of the Estonian nation, but understood this process as
taking place in a complex of political forces and communicative practices.
For Kross, writing in the Soviet period about the nineteenth-century
national awakening and a debate over it during interwar independence,
“Authority would not be authority if it did not try to control thought,
whether this power was the Imperial Directorate of the Press, or the
2 ECHOES OF THE PAST: MEDIA AND HISTORY IN THE BALTIC BATTLESPACE 13
***
Welcome to the information wars in the Baltic states, where what is eked
from a printing press, passes over the airwaves, slides through ethernet
cables, or bounces from cell phone towers rises to the level of a national
security dilemma involving great powers from East and West. The history
of the Baltic states is virtually the history of foreign interference, punctu-
ated by astoundingly devastating wars over hundreds of years initiated by
neighbors and leaving today the native inhabitants of these lands unsur-
prisingly nervous about their fate. A matrix of foreign intervention, media,
and nationalism has long marked the Baltic peoples as they sit on the
precipice of Europe and Russia, poised between Scandinavian and Slavic
countries.
To understand how Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania—three countries
with just over six million inhabitants—figure into great power politics, we
may recall a pair of statesmen and prognosticators: Carl Bildt and George
Kennan. In 1994, Bildt, the then prime minister of Sweden, penned an
essay for Foreign Affairs. “The Baltic countries will be the litmus test of
[Russia’s] new direction,” he wrote (p. 72). The Baltics countries then
again comprised the border between Russia and the West, with indepen-
dence from five decades under Soviet rule recently achieved in a third
national awakening spanning the 1980s through 1991. Geographical and
historical circumstance built on the legacy of their interwar indepen-
dence—that which was sparked by the first vernacular newspapers uniting
those “imagined” rural communities—poised the Baltics to resume inte-
gration with international institutions as sovereign entities in the 1990s
and 2000s.
If Moscow fully accepts the independence of the Baltic states and fully
respects their rights, one can be fully sure that Russia has entered the family
of nations. But if it questions their sovereignty or undermines this indepen-
dence, that would signal that Russia might once again become a threat to
the international system. (Bildt 1994, p. 72)
14 J. CHAKARS AND I. EKMANIS
In 2009, Baltic and other leaders from the recently expanded European
Union and North Atlantic Treaty Organization published “An Open
Letter to the Obama Administration from Central and Eastern Europe.”
It appeared in Gazeta Wyborcza, the newspaper headed by the Polish for-
mer dissident, Adam Michnik. In it, they warned that Russia had again
become a threat to the international system. “Our hopes that relations
with Russia would improve and that Moscow would finally fully accept our
complete sovereignty and independence after joining NATO and the EU
have not been fulfilled,” they wrote (Adamkus et al. 2009).
In 2019, the political scientist Mitchell Orenstein wrote that the letter
fell on deaf ears in US President Barack Obama’s administration as it tried
to hit the reset button in relations with Russia. But in the 10 years that
followed the epistle, it had become clear that Russia had long been waging
a hybrid war, trying to “divide Western liberal institutions, promote xeno-
phobic extremism, and destabilize Western democracies.” East European
countries sounding the alarm had been the overlooked “canaries in the
coal mine” (2019, pp. 9–10).
Bildt had forewarned that the security concerns of the Baltic states
would test the will and capacity of the United States to deal with Russia.
The “stakes are high” because the Baltic countries had often served as the
harbingers of change in Europe. It was so upon the 1939 signing of the
secret protocols of the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact carving up Europe
between the Soviets and Nazis and leading to World War II, and it was so
when the Baltic countries initiated their nonviolent Singing Revolution in
1988 that precipitated the crumbling of the USSR.
In the view from Stockholm in 1994, two key stumbling blocks to
Russia-West equilibrium appeared to Prime Minister Bildt. First was the
continued presence of Russian troops in the Baltic states. These forces are
now gone. Second was the continued presence of Russian-speaking immi-
grants. Their migration to the Baltics was the result of what he called a
Soviet policy of “ethnic cleansing,” whereby indigenous populations,
especially in Estonia and Latvia, were replaced by Russian-speaking ones
(p. 76). Post-Soviet Russian-speakers, for their part, became what David
Laitin called “a beached diaspora,” as borders realigned with the interwar
map, and with them, citizenship continuity laws from the same era (1998).1
1
While Lithuania, less demographically affected by Soviet-era migration policies, offered
citizenship broadly, the toll of occupation on the indigenous population in the northern two
countries resulted in strict limits on naturalization and non-citizenship for a portion of the
2 ECHOES OF THE PAST: MEDIA AND HISTORY IN THE BALTIC BATTLESPACE 15
Still, Bildt marveled that despite the painful history that brought them
together, native Latvians and Estonians maintained smooth relations with
their Russian neighbors and coworkers. Thus, he early on recognized a
process of what Indra Ekmanis has called “banal integration” in Latvia
(2017, 2019).
Bildt was cautiously optimistic for the relationship between Russia and
the West, which would be tested by the reintegration of the Baltic states in
Europe. However, it would depend on Russia accepting the historical
truth of the Baltic occupation and thwarting “red-brown revanchists in
Russian domestic affairs” (1994,p. 84). He quoted US diplomat George
Kennan’s, 1951 take on the Baltic question, also in the pages of Foreign
Affairs, which, impressed by their prescience, then reprinted them in
March 1990.
We are all agreed, for example that the Baltic countries should never again
be forced against the innermost feelings of their peoples into any relation-
ship whatsoever with a Russian state; but they would themselves be foolish
to reject close and cooperative arrangements with a tolerant, nonimperialis-
tic Russia, which genuinely wished to overcome the unhappy memories of
the past and to place her relations to the Baltic peoples on a basis of real
respect and disinterestedness. (1951, p. 360)
Bildt saw no reason why such a place could not be reached, but warned
that, if it was not, “we are headed for great trouble” (1994, p. 85).
Like Bildt, who used the Baltics as a proxy, Kennan, too, was actually
writing about the United States and Russia. The Baltics were mainly a site
of contention between East and West. In 1951, Kennan predicted that the
Soviet system would not last, but was not sure what it would become. He
was certain, however, that Russia would never look like the West. When
change finally came to the USSR, likely entailing “the overthrow of the
system,” he cautioned against “applying litmus papers to their political
complexions to find out whether they answer to our conception of ‘demo-
cratic’” (1951, pp. 368, 356). Nevertheless, there were reasonable
post-Soviet population (Krūma, 2010). While non-citizenship offers many analogous rights
as citizenship, it bars holders from voting and working in the civil and security services. The
stopgap of “non-citizen status” has lingered, and only after decades of children being born
as former citizens of a nonexistent state has the policy legally begun to phase out, symboli-
cally starting to rectify the postindependence disenfranchisement felt by many ethnic minori-
ties (Ekmanis, 2020).
16 J. CHAKARS AND I. EKMANIS
Radios fighting the information battle on the airwaves. The Baltic states
were part of the “Western frontier”; “populated mainly by non-Russians
and impregnated with the living memory of national sovereignty, it was an
obvious target for Western broadcasts” (Weiner 2010, pp. 299–300).
Indeed, Augusts Voss, First Secretary of the Latvian Communist Party,
argued that because the Baltic states joined the USSR later, they differed
from Union republics and were “particularly vulnerable to radio broad-
casts” (Trapans 1988, p. 94).
A young Sarmīte Ēlerte listened to those American broadcast voices in
Latvia. The future reporter and politician wondered if what she heard was
real. There were actions, attitudes, and even people on those airwaves that
had no shape in the observable world around her (Chakars 2010). Still,
the voice had a certain ethos or credibility for offering truth other than the
ironically named Pravda.2 Ēlerte went on to lead Diena—the first newspa-
per in Latvia to set Western conventions of reporting as its aim—through
the moment when briefly it appeared that the return to independence
might be arrested. In August 1991, Soviet military forces aimed at Latvia’s
key points of media and communication. Diena sounded the alarm with
the headline, “Everyone! Everyone! Hour X has struck!” Again, as so
often in Baltic history, media and national sovereignty were linked.
2
In 1987, New York Times journalist Geneva Overholser (1987) noted the common anec-
dote about Soviet broadsheets Pravda and Izvestia during the period of glasnost and pere-
stroika: “In Russian, ‘pravda’ means truth and ‘izvestia’ means news, and the old joke about
the Soviet press was that there’s no truth in Pravda and no news in Izvestia.”
18 J. CHAKARS AND I. EKMANIS
significance of Jannsen’s achievement lay in the fact that prior to his suc-
cessful endeavor, Estonians had little ability to speak for themselves.
Germans could describe the reality of Estonians, but not vice versa.
In his studies of the Middle East, Edward Said explained this general
process as part and parcel of colonialism and postcolonial power relations.
Media are part of the mechanics by which oppression, dominance, and
prejudice are justified and exercised (2003). Thus, the establishment of
newspapers, in which indigenous voices presented in the fashion of the old
master’s discourse and in his medium, constituted a refutation of cultural
inferiority, as well as a device by which Estonians could organize and see
themselves as a nation like any other. That indigenous language newspa-
pers were eyed warily, or outright attacked by the nobility, shows the con-
temporary understanding that these were powerful instruments to be
constrained by those in power. The nineteenth-century Baltic was tiered
by aristocratic and imperial authority, whose policies also made sure that
the press was an object of political conquest and contest. For Lithuanians,
who along with Poles had rebelled in 1863 and faced a full ban on printing
in the Latin alphabet, this meant that the development of indigenous jour-
nalism occurred largely outside the Russian Empire. Tilsit in East Prussia
(today’s Sovetsk, Kaliningrad), as well as New York and Chicago in the
United States, became the centers of Lithuanian-language publishing, dis-
tributed by a wide network of smugglers, around 2000 of whom were
caught by tsarist police (Høyer et al., 1993).
Practically all of the Estonians, Latvians, and Lithuanians who came to
be remembered as heroic champions in the Baltic national awakenings and
emerging nationalism of the nineteenth century worked in journalism and
publishing: Vincas Kudirka, Jonas Basanavičius, Juris Alunāns, Krišjānis
Barons, Krišjānis Valdemārs, Carl Robert Jakobson, Johann Voldemar
Janssen, and Jaan Tõnisson, to name a few. The titles they produced con-
stitute great markers of historical memory: in Estonian, Postimees and
Sakala; in Latvian, Pēterburgas Avīzes and Dienas Lapa; and in Lithuanian
Aušra, Varpas, and Šviesa. Indicating the special role of the press in
Latvian society, the great writer Jānis Rainis, also editor of Dienas Lapa,
called it a “spiritual weapon” (quoted in Dimants, 1994, p. 20). Most
remember the first strike of this weapon, as Jaan Kross did, as enabling a
national identity, and then as Benedict Anderson did in his analysis of the
broader phenomenon as enabling subsequent nationalism. The press was
the tool by which people who would never meet each other could come to
2 ECHOES OF THE PAST: MEDIA AND HISTORY IN THE BALTIC BATTLESPACE 19
***
OMON began shooting into Bastejkalns, the park at the entrance of the
historical center of Riga. Two members of a documentary crew filming the
siege (Andris Slapiņš and Gvīdo Zvaigzne) captured some of the most
emotionally intense footage of the assault, even as they themselves were
fatally wounded by OMON bullets.
The critical period of the Barricades was elevated in national and inter-
national consciousness by the work of foreign broadcasters, including
VOA and RFE Baltic services. Because of such coverage, the news of the
Bastejkalns siege came within minutes to the State Department. While
international attention was critical, just as important was the dissemina-
tion of news of the Barricades and OMON events to other national ser-
vices within RFE/RL. Through cross-reporting, other listeners in the
Soviet sphere were informed about the goings-on in the Baltic states.
Despite Kennan’s admonishment that the radio should be a voice and not
a sword, as Beissinger’s, 2002 theory of tidal wave revolutions would sug-
gest, the Baltic experience had an exponential impact on the independence
movements across the Soviet sphere of influence—the radio waves of
change were increased exponentially as the Soviet system tumbled.
***
In autumn 1939, the Soviet Union, pursuing its strategic military and
defensive goals, started the process of the incorporation of Latvia, Lithuania
and Estonia. Their accession to the USSR was implemented on a contractual
basis, with the consent of the elected authorities. This was in line with inter-
national and state law of that time. (Putin, 2020)
The essay is titled “The Real Lessons of the 75th Anniversary of World
War II.” In it, Putin attacks the European Parliament and its 2019 resolu-
tion on the Importance of European Remembrance for the Future of
Europe, which dared to cite the USSR as an aggressor in World War II,
and not just a liberator. He accuses the West of learning the wrong lessons
from World War II and in the process risking “harsh payback.” Along the
way, the Baltic states explicitly and implicitly come under fire. Lithuania is
ungrateful for getting Vilnius back, thanks to the Soviets. The removal of
monuments to the victors of the Great Fatherland War (as happened in
Estonia) is “shameful.” Putin implies the complicity of Latvians and
Lithuanians in the Holocaust, which in reality certainly had collaborators,
but without the Nazi occupation and engineering of genocide, such an
extensive tragedy in the Baltics is impossible to conceive. He obliquely
refers to Balts who served in the German army, considering it “bewilder-
ing” that they are “suddenly equated with Second World War veterans.”
Thus, he revives the Soviet smear of the Baltic states as infused with fas-
cists, but otherwise enamored of its Russian big brother and wanting to
rejoin the family after a generation of independence. These are tropes of
Russian disinformation, but these narratives are not just generated by
Internet bots or state-controlled Russian TV. The Russian president is
open about his evaluation and used a vulnerable American media platform
to tell the world.
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Lest the Baltic states dismiss such rhetoric with a “sticks and stones may
break my bones, but names will never hurt me,” Putin also makes clear his
foreign policy goals. Multilateral cooperation and power invested in insti-
tutions like the European Union are bad, in his view. What the world got
after World War II and what the world needs are exemplified by the UN
Security Council and the veto power of its permanent members. In this
arrangement, the planet is controlled by a few great powers, who do not
necessarily get their way when their interests clash with another member.
However, this of course also means that each great power has a free hand
in all other instances, and small countries have no recourse through collec-
tive security. It is this foreign policy agenda—aimed at undermining the
Western institutions that the Baltic states put their faith in (principally the
EU and NATO)—that scares the Estonian, Latvian, and Lithuanian gov-
ernments. This also means that perhaps the most important audience for
Russian disinformation about the Baltic states might not be in Daugavpils
or Narva, where large Baltic Russian-speaking populations reside. It might
actually be in Washington, London, Moscow, and even Beijing.
In a survey of Russian media coverage of Latvia in 2002–2005, Nils
Muižnieks and a team of researchers observed consistent criticism of the
Latvian state and its policies and history (2008). In terms of politics,
Latvia was framed as a threat for its treatment of Russian compatriots, for
bringing NATO to Russia’s border, and for undermining historical
“truths” about the Soviet liberation of the Baltics. Such coverage is in tune
with Kremlin political objectives, which reject Western encroachment in
Russia’s traditional zone of influence and control. While coverage of
Latvian culture and economics was less hostile, the inordinate attention to
Russia’s small Western neighbors has provoked commensurate fear among
Baltic leaders—particularly since the 2014 annexation of Crimea and the
onset of war in Ukraine. As Under Secretary of State for Public Diplomacy
and Public Affairs under US President Barack Obama, Richard Stengel
met with Baltic defense officials. Each made direct connections between
Russian media portrayals, NATO commitments, and subsequently Baltic
self-determination. A Lithuanian colonel told him, “They try to manipu-
late history to show the Russian narrative is supreme. The parallels with
what they did in Crimea are clear and dangerous. Why would they start an
information war if they aren’t planning a real war?” (Stengel, 2019,
p. 134). Stengel found himself incessantly repeating “Our commitment to
Article 5 is ironclad.” That is the treaty article that secures the Baltic states
against Russia, but it has never been tested on the soil of a NATO
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Their question points to the absurdity of Russia’s concern for Latvia and
its tiny neighbors, but the answer to it, even for Gorbachev, was “yes.” He
did not wish to see Baltic independence restored. In 2005, President
Vladimir Putin, in a state of the nation address, called the fall of the Soviet
Union “the greatest geopolitical catastrophe of the century.” Thus, the
Baltic states find themselves in the shadow of Russian ambition once again.
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Thus, the West is in rivalry with the East once more. Thus, Russia has
failed Carl Bildt’s litmus test.
In 2020, Latvia issued an update to its State Defense Concept (Valsts
aizsardzības koncepcija). It stressed the need to secure the country’s infor-
mation space and urged action on individual and state levels. To inoculate
individuals against disinformation, they need to be provided better media
literacy skills. The state must develop the tools to counter disinformation
campaigns (2020). This book examines the Baltic information wars in
terms of the geopolitical and internal concerns, and the reactions they
have provoked. Media are now, as they often have been in Baltic history,
instrumentalized, politically contested, and prominent in debates about
Baltic sovereignty and development.
***
While Don was asleep, breathing the damp, fragrant air that blew
over the rolling hills and fields round Concord, his friend, Paul
Revere, was being rowed cautiously from the vicinity of Hudson’s
Point toward Charlestown. It was then near half-past ten o’clock.
Revere, muffled in a long cloak, sat in the stern of the small boat and
glanced now at his two companions—Thomas Richardson and
Joshua Bentley—and now at the British man-of-war, Somerset, only
a few rods off. The tide was at young flood, and the moon was rising.
The night seemed all black and silver—black shadows ahead where
the town of Charlestown lay, black shadows behind that shrouded
the wharfs and shipyards of the North End, and silver shimmering
splashes on the uneasy water and on the sleek spars of the
Somerset.
The sound of talking came from the direction of the man-of-war and
was followed by a burst of laughter that reverberated musically in the
cool night air. Revere blew on his hands to warm them. The little
boat drew nearer, nearer to Charlestown; now he could see the
vague outlines of wharfs and houses. Several times he glanced over
his shoulder in the direction of a solitary yellow light that gleamed in
the black-and-silver night high among the shadows on the Boston
side,—a light that burned steadily in the belfry of the Old North
Meeting-House behind Corps Hill as a signal that the British were on
their way by land to attack the Colonists.
“Here we are,” said one of the rowers, shipping his muffled oar and
partly turning in his seat.
A few minutes later the boat swung against a wharf, and the two
men at the oars held it steady while Revere stepped out. A brief
word or two and he was on his way up the dock. In the town he soon
met a group of patriots, one of whom, Richard Devens, got a horse
for him. Revere lost no time in mounting and setting off to warn the
countryside of the coming of the Redcoats.
He had not gone far beyond Charlestown Neck, however, when he
almost rode into two British officers who were waiting in the shadows
beneath a tree. One of them rode out into the middle of the path; the
other charged full at the American. Like a flash Revere turned his
horse and galloped back toward the Neck and then pushed for the
Medford road. The Redcoat, unfamiliar with the ground, had ridden
into a clay pit, and before he could get his horse free Revere was
safely out of his reach.
At Medford he roused the captain of the Minute-Men; and from there
to Lexington he stopped at almost every house along the road and
summoned the inmates from their beds. It was close to midnight
when he reached Lexington. Riding to the house of the Rev. Jonas
Clark, where Hancock and Adams were staying, he found eight men
on guard in command of a sergeant.
“Don’t make so much noise!” cried the fellow as Revere clattered up
to the gate.
“Noise!” repeated Revere in a hoarse voice. “You’ll have noise
enough here before long—the regulars are coming out!”
At that moment a window opened, and Hancock thrust his head out.
“Come in, Revere!” he said. “We’re not afraid of you!”
Revere dismounted and hurried inside. In a few words he told his
story, that the British were on their way either to capture Hancock
and Adams or to destroy the military stores at Concord. While he
was talking, William Dawes, who also had set out to warn the
people, clattered up to the door.
After he and Revere had had something to eat and to drink they
started for Concord and were joined by a Dr. Prescott, whom Don
had seen once or twice in company with his uncle. With Revere in
the lead the party rode on at a rapid pace.
About half-way to Concord, while Prescott and Dawes were rousing
the people in a house near the road, Revere spied two horsemen
ahead. Turning in his saddle, he shouted to his companions, and at
that moment two more horsemen appeared.
Prescott came riding forward in answer to the shout, and he and
Revere tried to get past the men, all of whom were British officers.
But the four of them were armed, and they forced the Americans into
a pasture. Prescott at once urged his horse into a gallop, jumped a
stone wall and, riding in headlong flight, was soon safe on his way to
Concord. Revere urged his horse toward a near-by wood, but just
before he reached it six British officers rode out, and he was a
prisoner.
“Are you an express?” demanded one of them.
“Yes,” replied Revere and with a smile added: “Gentlemen, you have
missed your aim. I left Boston after your troops had landed at
Lechemere Point, and if I had not been certain that the people, to the
distance of fifty miles into the country, had been notified of your
movements I would have risked one shot before you should have
taken me.”
For a moment no one spoke; it was clear that the Redcoats were
taken aback. Then followed more questions, all of which Revere
answered truthfully and without hesitating. Finally they ordered their
prisoner to mount, and all rode slowly toward Lexington. They were
not far from the meeting-house when the crash of musketry shook
the night air.
For an instant the major who was in command of the party thought
they had been fired on. Then he remarked to the officer beside him,
“It’s the militia.”
The officer laughed shortly and glanced at their prisoner. Then the
party halted, and the British took Revere’s horse. The major asked
him how far it was to Cambridge and, on being told, left the prisoner
standing in the field and with the rest of the party rode toward the
meeting-house.
A few minutes later Revere crossed the old burying-ground and
entered the town. He soon found Hancock and Adams again and
told them what had happened, and they concluded to take refuge in
the town of Woburn. Revere went with them. He had done his duty.
Perhaps it was a vague feeling of impending danger, perhaps it was
the mere twitter of a bird outside his window—at any rate Don awoke
with a start. All was darkness in the room. A light, cool wind stirred
the branches of the great elm at the side of the house; he could hear
the twigs rubbing gently against the rough shingles. He had no idea
what time it was; it must be after midnight, he thought; but somehow
he was not sleepy. He raised his head a trifle. Down-stairs a door
slammed; that seemed strange. Now someone was talking. “I
wonder——” he said to himself and then sat bolt upright in bed.
The church bell had begun to ring at a furious rate. Clang, clang!
Clang—clang! Don thought he had never before heard a bell ring so
harshly or so unevenly. He jumped out of bed and began to dress.
Clang! Clang! What in the world could be the matter? He could hear
shouts now and the sound of hastening footsteps. In his excitement
he got the wrong arm into his shirt. Clang! Clang—clang! He found
his shoes at last and with trembling fingers got them on his feet. He
unlatched the door and started carefully down the winding stairs. It
seemed as if there were a hundred steps to those creaking old
stairs. Twice he almost missed his footing—and all the while the bell
continued to clash and ring and tremble.
In the sitting-room a single candle was burning. Don got a glimpse of
his cousin Deborah, hastily dressed and still wearing her nightcap;
she was standing at the door, and his Cousin Eben, with a musket in
his hand and a powder horn over his shoulder, was saying good-bye.
Don saw him kiss his wife. Then the door opened, the candle
flickered, and he was gone.
“Cousin Deborah, what’s wrong?” cried Don.
“The regulars are coming!” And then Cousin Deborah burst into
tears.
Don bit his lips; he had never thought of his cousin as being capable
of tears.
They did not last long. A few movements of her handkerchief and
Cousin Deborah seemed like herself again. “Donald,” she said, “they
have begun it, and the good Lord is always on the side of the right.
Now I want you to go back to bed and get your rest.”
“Are you going back to bed, Cousin Deborah?”
“No; there will be no sleep for me this night.”
“Then I shall remain up also,” replied Don.
Cousin Deborah made no protest but went to the stove and poked
the fire.
The bell had ceased ringing now. The town of Concord was wide
awake.
While Don and his cousin were eating a hastily prepared breakfast
the Minute-Men and the militia assembled on the parade ground
near the meeting-house. Meanwhile other patriots were hard at work
transporting the military stores to a place of safety.
Dawn was breaking, and the mist was rising from the river when Don
and his cousin finally got up from the table. “Now, Donald,” said
Cousin Deborah, “I’ve been thinking all along of your Aunt Martha
and blaming myself for my selfishness in having you stay here with
me for so long. I’d give most anything if you were back there with
her. And yet——” She paused frowning.
“Oh, I can get back all right,” said Don confidently.
“How?”
“Why, by keeping off the roads as much as possible. I know the
country pretty well.”
“You’re a bright lad, Donald,” said Cousin Deborah. “You’re a bright
lad; and I don’t know but what you’d better start. Your aunt needs
you more than I do. But oh, Donald, you’ll be cautious!”
“I don’t think I ought to leave you here alone.”
“Drat the boy!” exclaimed his cousin and then smiled. “Bless you,
Donald,” she added, “I’ll be safe enough. I shall go to Mrs. Barton’s
until things are quiet again. Now go and get yourself ready.”
Don needed only a few moments in which to get his things together.
Then he walked with his cousin as far as Mrs. Barton’s house, which
was situated some distance beyond the North Bridge, bade her
good-bye and started back. It was growing lighter every minute now,
and the birds were singing in all the trees. On the road he met a
Minute-Man who was hurrying in the opposite direction, and asked
him the news.
“Regulars fired on our boys at Lexin’ton,” replied the fellow as he
hurried past. Over his shoulder he shouted, “Killed six of ’em—war’s
begun!”
Don said not a word in reply, but stood stock still in the road. For
some reason a great lump had come into his throat, and he thought
of his Aunt Martha. He must get to her as quickly as possible.
As he came near the North Bridge he saw the Provincial troops—the
Minute-Men and the militia of the town and detachments of Minute-
Men from some of the outlying towns; and all the while fresh soldiers
were hurrying to swell the numbers. The British, he soon learned,
were on their way to Concord, and several companies of Provincials
had gone out to meet them.
Don left the town and struck off into the open country several
hundred yards from the Lexington road. After a few minutes of rapid
walking he saw the detachment of Americans coming back. He
quickened his pace and finally broke into a run.
He had gone something more than a mile and a half when he
suddenly stopped and threw himself on the ground. There on the
road, marching steadily in the direction of Concord, was a large force
of regulars. He could see the flash of metal and the bright red of their
coats. For a while he lay there, panting. Then at last, spying a great
rock with a hollow just behind it, he crept toward it and waited.
The long column advanced slowly. Now Don could hear the crunch
of their feet on the hard road. He lifted his head cautiously and
began to count; there must easily be a thousand Redcoats. The
crunching grew louder as the head of the column came almost
opposite to him. Now he could hear the rattle of equipment and the
occasional jangling of a sword.
He Lifted His Head Cautiously and Began to Count.
It was some time before the rear of the column had passed. He
waited until it was perhaps a quarter of a mile up the road and then
got to his feet. He ought not to have much trouble in reaching Boston
if he started at once. He was about to resume his journey when a
fresh thought came to him. Ought he to go without knowing what
was to happen to the town of Concord—and to his Cousin Deborah?
For at least five minutes he struggled with the question. “No, I
oughtn’t!” he declared at last and, turning suddenly, began to retrace
his steps.
It was close to seven o’clock when the regulars, in two columns,
marched into Concord and sent a party over the North Bridge into
the country. Don found a clump of spruces growing on a hillside and
climbed into the lower branches of one of them. From that position
he could see the scattered houses and the two bridges, though the
distance was too great for him to be able to distinguish features or
even the outlines of anybody in the town.
Part of the King’s force seemed to have disbanded, and later when
Don heard the ring of axes he suspected that they were destroying
the stores that had not been carried away. “Well,” he thought, “they
won’t be able to destroy much.”
But when he distinguished blue smoke curling upward from several
places near the centre of the town he almost lost his grip on the
branch to which he was clinging. One of them was the court-house!
Where was the militia? Where were the Minute-Men? He made out
the peaked roof of his cousin’s house and the great elm standing
beside it, and observed with some satisfaction that no Redcoats
were close to it. Then a while later he saw the thread of smoke
above the court-house grow thinner, and at last it disappeared
altogether.
Don held his position in the tree for more than an hour. He ground
his teeth as he saw a detachment of soldiers leave the town and cut
down the liberty pole on the side of the hill. Where were the Minute-
Men and the militia?
The main body of the regulars was well inside the town. At the South
Bridge there was a small party on guard, and at the North Bridge
was another party of about one hundred. Don was so much occupied
with watching the Redcoats that he had failed to observe a long
double column of Provincials coming down the hill beyond the North
Bridge; they were moving at a fast walk and carried their guns at the
trail.
At first glance he thought there were no more than a hundred of
them, but as he watched he was forced to conclude that there were
at least three hundred. He pulled himself farther out on the limb and
waited.
The detachment of regulars, who were on the far side of the bridge,
hastily retired across it and prepared for an attack. When the
Provincials were a few rods distant the Redcoats opened fire, then
waited and fired again, and Don saw two men fall. Then he saw a
succession of bright flashes and heard the crash of arms as the
Provincials returned the fire. Several of the enemy fell. Then there
was more firing, and in a few minutes the British left the bridge and
ran in great haste toward the main body, a detachment from which
was on the way to meet them. The Provincials pursued the regulars
over the bridge and then divided; one party climbed the hill to the
east, and the other returned to the high grounds.
Don found himself trembling all over; he felt sick and dizzy. With
much difficulty he reached the ground, where he lay for a few
minutes. On getting to his feet, he saw the Redcoats who had first
crossed the North Bridge returning. In the town there seemed to be
much confusion; the sun glanced on red coats and polished
trimmings as men hurried here and there.
Don would not trust himself to climb the tree again, but threw himself
on the ground at the foot of it. He would rest for a while and then set
out on his long journey back to Boston, fairly confident that his
cousin had not been harmed. He had not slept a wink since some
time between one and two o’clock in the morning; now it was after
ten o’clock. So when his head began to nod he did not try very hard
to fight off sleep.
CHAPTER VI
ACROSS THE FLATS
Don was wakened by the sound of firing. He sat up and rubbed his
eyes; then, looking at the sun, he guessed that twelve o’clock had
passed. He could see nothing of the Redcoats; nor could he see
smoke anywhere inside the town. From the east came the sound of
firing that had wakened him, and men with muskets were hurrying
across fields in that direction. For a moment he thought of returning
to his Cousin Deborah’s; then he decided to push for Boston as fast
as he could.
Half running, half walking, he made his way in a southeasterly
direction in order to avoid the main road. Once he wondered whether
the Redcoat Harry Hawkins was with this expedition of British troops,
but somehow the thought was painful, and he turned his mind to
other things.
For some time he had been climbing a rocky hillside; now, on
reaching the crest, he got his last glimpse of the skirmish. The British
were in the road just outside of Lexington, and, far off as Don was,
he could see plainly that they were having a hard time of it. He could
see the flash of sabres as if the officers were urging their men to
advance. One officer was prancing here and there on a spirited black
horse, as if he had lost control of the animal. Then Don saw part of
the King’s troops open fire and saw a dozen or more muskets flash
in reply along an old stone wall on the opposite side of the road.
Before he heard the reports of them he saw the black horse fall.
Another glance and he saw a company of Minute-Men crossing a
distant field at a rapid pace. The sight of a battle going on almost
under his nose, the sound of guns, the smell of powder, all seemed
to hold him spell-bound, and only the thought of his Aunt Martha
alone in the little house in Pudding Lane caused him to turn and
hurry on his way.
Soon he was out of hearing of the firing, but from time to time he saw
detachments of Minute-Men and militia marching to the east. Once
he stopped at a solitary farmhouse and asked for something to eat.
A woman who was alone except for a little girl of nine or ten years
gave him bread and cheese and then prepared a small bundle of the
food for him to take along.
Don told her what he had seen at Concord and at Lexington, and her
lips quivered; but she smiled at him. “Such a day!” she exclaimed.
“My husband and my three brothers have gone. It seems that all the
men from the village have gone. I have heard that the town of
Dedham is almost empty; even the company of gray-haired old
veterans of the French Wars has gone. Such a day! Be careful, my
boy, and return to your aunt as soon as possible.”
Don thanked her for her kindness as he was leaving the house, and
soon he was hurrying on his way toward Boston. From Glen Drake
he had learned many of the secrets of woodcraft and had little
trouble in making his way through the thickets in the vicinity of Fresh
Pond. But mishaps will sometimes overtake the best of woodsmen.
As Don was descending a slope on the western side of the pond he
stepped on a loose stone, which turned under his weight and sent
him crashing headlong to the bottom. He lay there with teeth set and
both hands clenched; a sharp pain was throbbing and pounding in
his right ankle. Little drops of perspiration stood out like beads on his
forehead.
For several minutes he lay there; then as the pain decreased in
violence he sat up. But later when he rose he found that he dared
not put any weight at all on his right foot. Here was a predicament!
There was not a house in sight; he was a long way from the nearest
road; and night was coming on.
He tried to climb the slope down which he had slid, but the effort only
sent sharp pains shooting up his leg. Even when he crawled for only
a dozen yards or so on his hands and knees the pain would force
him to stop; it seemed that he could not move without giving the
ankle a painful wrench. Several times he shouted for help, but he
had little hope that anybody would be in that vicinity to hear him. So
at last he dragged himself to a little cove that was overgrown with
birches and willows; there he loosened his shoe and rubbed his
swollen ankle.
“Well,” he said to himself, “I’ve got to stay here all night, and I
haven’t a thing except my knife and——” He interrupted himself with
an exclamation; his knife was not in his pocket. Then he
remembered that he had left it at his Cousin Deborah’s.
The missing knife made his situation even more desperate than he
had supposed it was. With a knife he might have fashioned a bow
such as he had once seen Glen Drake use for lighting a fire; as it
was, he should have to keep warm as best he could.
The first thing he did was to choose a convenient hollow that was
protected at the back by the hill and on the sides by birches and the
willows. Then, breaking off a quantity of branches, he fashioned a
rude but effective windbreak for the front. By the time he had finished
doing that work it was twilight, and a cool wind was blowing across
the pond.
Don opened the package of food that the good lady at the farmhouse
had given him. There were bread and cheese and three small ginger
cakes; and when he had eaten half the food and put the rest by till
morning he felt a good deal better. Pulling his coat up round his
neck, he snuggled down on the light branches with which he had
carpeted the floor of his bower and prepared to wait for morning.
All light had faded from the sky, and the wind was rising steadily.
Loose twigs all round him tapped incessantly against one another in
tune with the wind. Don shivered and forgot the dull pain in his ankle.
Out in the pond and down close to the shore on both sides of the
cove he could hear strange little splashes, and in the thickets behind
him a pair of owls were calling every now and then. If it had not been
for thoughts of Aunt Martha, Don might really have enjoyed his
experience. He did not doubt that he should be able to walk in the
morning, and he rather liked being out alone as Glen Drake had
been many, many times.
Once he dozed off and awoke some time later, feeling cold and
hungry. The twigs were tapping all about him; somewhere far to the
south a hound was baying mournfully; and in front of him the moon
had covered the pond with a silvery sheen.
Again Don dozed off, and then awoke with a violent start. Somebody
—or something—was moving about in the underbrush on the slope
above him. Then a stone rattled down and bounded into the water.
Startled at the loud splash it made, Don gave an involuntary
exclamation. An instant later he heard someone call his name.
“O Don!” the call was repeated.
Don sat up. “Who is it?” he shouted in reply.
“Yer safe and sound? Praise be for that!”
“Glen!” cried Don, pulling himself upward.
In a moment the old trapper was at the foot of the slope, and Don
was explaining the accident that had befallen him.
“Well, yer a plucky lad,” said Glen. “I tracked ye all the way from
Concord, and when I found you was headin’ fer Fresh Pond I began
to have my fears. Here, now, let me take ye on my back, and we’ll
talk as we go along.”
Don was a sturdy boy and unusually solid for his age, but Glen
Drake lifted him to his back as if he had been no more than a child;
Don could feel the muscles in the old trapper’s shoulders play up
and down as Glen climbed the slope easily and walked quite as well
as if it had been daylight.
“What happened to the Redcoats, Glen?” asked Don.
“They got licked,” Glen replied promptly. “They ran most all the way
from Lexin’ton, and some of ’em fell and lay still with their tongues a-
hanging out; they were that tired. They lost a lot of men, Don, and
serves ’em right. Our boys kept a-coming from all directions—and
most of ’em know how to shoot too! I tell you, if a second force of the
King’s men hadn’t come out, not one of the Redcoats that tried to
burn Concord would have got back alive. Now they’re sewed up tight
in Boston; we’ve got an army watchin’ the town, and it’s growing
every minute.”
“How’s Aunt Martha, and how am I ever going to get back to her?”
“Your Aunt Martha is all right—at least, she was the last I saw her. As
to how you’re a-goin’ to get back, I can’t say for certain. But I’ll get
you back somehow; you trust me for that.”
“Where’s Uncle David?”
“He’s at Cambridge with the army. I’m sort of with the army myself,
though I don’t guess I’ll ever do much drillin’.” Glen Drake chuckled.
“Morning’s a-coming, Don; morning’s a-coming, and we’re at war!”
Don thought of his Aunt Martha, alone in Pudding Lane.
All the while Glen had been tramping with long strides in the
direction of the main part of Cambridge. Only once did he pause,
and then it was to fill his pipe. At last he turned into a lane at the right
of the road and approached a small house that overlooked the river.
By that time dawn was well on the way.
Don observed two or three soldiers at the side of the house; they
were cooking bacon over a small fire. “Hi, there!” shouted one. “I see
you found your boy.”
“Yes, I found him,” replied Glen. “Where’s Dave Hollis?”
“He hasn’t come in yet.”
Glen carried Don into the house, spoke a few words to a woman who
was preparing the morning meal and then, at her bidding, climbed
the stairs.
By the time the rays of the sun were slanting down on the river Don
was asleep deep within the feathery softness of a huge four-posted
bed. The woman down-stairs had given him a delicious breakfast,
and after he had eaten it the old trapper had rubbed his injured ankle
with some potent, vile-smelling ointment that he said would cure
anything from rheumatism to nose-bleed.
Near the middle of the afternoon Don awoke and a little to his
astonishment saw his Uncle David sitting beside Glen at one side of