I found that dying men with good clothes were as carefully watched over by sets of fellows who constituted themselves their residuary legatees as if they were men of fortune dying in the midst of a circle of expectant nephews and nieces.

Before one was fairly cold his clothes would be appropriated and divided, and I have seen many sharp fights between contesting claimants.
I soon perceived that my best chance was to get up very early in the morning, and do my hunting.

The nights were so cold that many could not sleep, and they would walk up and down the streets, trying to keep warm by exercise.

Towards morning, becoming exhausted, they would lie down on the ground almost anywhere, and die.

I have frequently seen so many as fifty of these.