Don Frederic entered Zutphen, and without a moment's warning put the whole garrison to the sword.

The citizens next fell a defenceless prey; some being stabbed in the streets, some hanged on the trees which decorated the city, some stripped stark naked, and turned out into the fields to freeze to death in the wintry night.

As the work of death became too fatiguing for the butchers, five hundred innocent burghers were tied two and two, back to back, and drowned like dogs in the river Yssel.

A few stragglers who had contrived to elude pursuit at first, were afterwards taken from their hiding-places, and hung upon the _gallows by the feet_, some of which victims suffered four days and nights of agony before death came to their relief." On the day that I was in Zutphen it was the quietest town I had found in all Holland--not excepting Monnickendam between the arrival of the steam-trams.

The clean bright streets were empty and still: another massacre almost might just have occurred.