They were laid upon the top of the awful pile, and the cart with its heavy load rumbled away, the bell no longer ringing, because there was no room for more upon that journey.
The boys stood with hands closely locked together, for although they had heard of these things before, they had never seen the sight.

Their bedroom at home looked out upon the river, and the dead cart only went about at night.

They trembled at the thought which came to them, that had they been numbered amongst the dead during this terrible visitation they too had been carried in that fashion to their last resting place.
"Come, Ben, let us be going," said Joseph, recovering himself first; "we need not linger in the city if we like it not.

There may be strange things to see in all truth; but if we have no stomach for them, why let us make our way northward with all speed.

We can leave all this behind us by daybreak an we will." Taking hands, and feeling their courage return as they walked on, the brothers passed along the silent streets.