It is frightful, all this that is passing in these parts,--about the Town of Labun, for example.

The dead bodies remain without burial; they are devoured by the dogs and the pigs.

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Everywhere reigns Pestilence; nor do we fear contagion so much as famine.

Offer 100 ducats for a fowl or for a bit of bread, I swear you won't get it.