I say it in all soberness that I do not believe that a healthy hen could have grown fat upon them.

I am sure that any good-sized "shanghai" eats more every day than the meager half loaf that we had to maintain life upon.

Scanty as this was, and hungry as all were, very many could not eat it.

Their stomachs revolted against the trash; it became so nauseous to them that they could not force it down, even when famishing, and they died of starvation with the chunks of the so-called bread under their head.

I found myself rapidly approaching this condition.