She pointed her arm toward the window, screaming "Look! Look at it! Fire! A terrible fire! Mercy! Oh, that fire!"
Some of the men pressed up against the bars. there was nothing there; only the darkness
Powerless to still our own anguish, we tried to console ourselves
" She's mad, poor soul"
She starts to scream fire! Fire!
Her little boy hold her skirt saying its alright mommy while crying.
She continued to scream, breathless, her voice broken by sobs.
The little boy sits down his moms and begins to cry.
Her little boy stroked her hand
As dusk fell, darkness gathered inside the wagon.
We started to eat our last provisions.
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