On the First Night, and counting…
At night the scene became fearfully sad. Passing along the base of the mountain the spectator might have observed near to each house its former inmates crouching round a turf fire, convenient to a hedge, and as a drizzling rain poured upon them they found no cover… There these starving people remain on the cold bleak mountains, no one caring for them whether they live or die. ‘Tis horrible to think of, but more horrible to behold.
