When the band [of thirteen
fugitives] decided to flee, first [in this family group] came a servant,
carrying over his shoulder a bag hastily filled with provisions. We found
him where he fell, near the wall of a vegetable garden.... Next, hand in
hand, came the farmer's two little boys of about four and five... Finally
came the children's parents, the farmer supporting his trembling wife. ,
Behind the farmer's family came
a young farm couple with their daughter.... In the case of the daughter, the
stream of plaster failed us. We have only the vague outline of what seems to
be a slender, undernourished child.
came the merchant's family--two young boys in their teens, followed by their
mother and a younger sister.... The final figure in that pageant of death
was the merchant, to me the most tragic of the group. He was not lying down
but still sitting upright with his right arm pressed against a mound of
earth and his back bent in a supreme effort to rise....