Many had travelled throughout the night, and in their arms the children, snatched from the pillows, were sleeping.
But more appealing were the peasants.

We walked out along the inner boulevards to meet them, and found the side streets blocked with their carts.

Into these they had thrown mattresses, or bundles of grain, and heaped upon them were families of three generations.

Old men in blue smocks, white-haired and bent, old women in caps, the daughters dressed in their one best frock and hat, and clasping in their hands all that was left to them, all that they could stuff into a pillow-case or flour-sack.

The tears rolled down their brown, tanned faces.