The price of a whelp's paw was five shillings and sixpence.
Nine horses were still alive, and but barely alive.

They were so lean that little meat was likely to be found upon them.

It was, however, determined to slaughter them for food.

The people perished so fast that it was impossible for the survivors to perform the rites of sepulture.
There was scarcely a cellar in which some corpse was not decaying.

Such was the extremity of distress, that the rats who came to feast in those hideous dens were eagerly hunted and greedily devoured.