 and went among the beleaguered saints there Potter slew. He would later write this. Dreadful indeed was the suffering of these forsaken beings, bowed and cramped by cold and sunburn, alternating as each weary day and night dragged on. They were, almost all of them, the crippled victims of disease. They had not bread to quiet the fractious hunger cries of their children, mothers and babes, daughters and grandparents. All of them alike were bivouacked in tatters.