Now all, or almost all, was gone, and by tens and hundreds
of thousands the people starved.
Those who are curious about such matters, those who desire to know how
much human beings can endure, and of what savagery they can be capable
when hunger drives them, may find these details set out in the pages of
Josephus, the renegade Jewish historian. It serves no good purpose and
will not help our story to repeat them; indeed for the most part they
are too terrible to be repeated. History does not record, and the mind
of man cannot invent a cruelty which was not practised by the famished
Jews upon other Jews suspected of the crime of having hidden food
to feed themselves or their families. Now the fearful prophecy was
fulfilled, and it came about that mothers devoured their own infants,
and children snatched the last morsel of bread from the lips of their
dying parents. If these things were done between those who were of
one blood, what dreadful torment was there that was not practised by
stranger upon stranger? The city went mad beneath the weight of its
abominable and obscene misery. Thousands perished every day, and every
night thousands more escaped, or attempted to escape, to the Romans,
who caught the poor wretches and crucified them beneath the walls, till
there was no more wood of which to make the crosses, and no more ground
whereon to stand them.
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