once, was tearing from house to house, rousing the women.

The men were terrible, in the bloody-minded anger with which

they looked from windows, caught up what arms they had, and

came pouring down into the streets; but, the women were a sight

to chill the boldest. From such household occupations as their

bare poverty yielded, from their children, from their aged and

their sick crouching on the bare ground famished and naked, they

ran out with streaming hair, urging one another, and themselves,

to madness with the wildest cries and actions. Villain Foulon

taken, my sister! Old Foulon taken, my mother! Miscreant Foulon

taken, my daughter! Then, a score of others ran into the midst of

these, beating their breasts, tearing their hair, and screaming,

Foulon alive! Foulon who told the starving people they might eat

grass! Foulon who told my old father that he might eat grass,

when I had no bread to give him! Foulon who told my baby it

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might suck grass, when these breasts were dry with want! O

mother of God, this Foulon! O Heaven, our suffering! Hear me, my

dead baby and my withered father: I swear on my knees, on these

stones to avenge you on Foulon! Husbands, and brothers, and

young men, Give us the blood of Foulon, Give us the head of

Foulon, Give us the heart of Foulon, Give us the body and soul o