Families, when all was eaten and no hope left, took their last look at the sun, built up their cottage doors, that none might see them die nor hear their groans, and were found weeks afterwards, skeletons on their own hearth.

Of the Irish Famine

Jail Journal (1854)


Families, when all was eaten and no hope left, took their last look at the sun, built up their cottage doors, that none might see them die nor hear...

Families, when all was eaten and no hope left, took their last look at the sun, built up their cottage doors, that none might see them die nor hear...

Families, when all was eaten and no hope left, took their last look at the sun, built up their cottage doors, that none might see them die nor hear...

Families, when all was eaten and no hope left, took their last look at the sun, built up their cottage doors, that none might see them die nor hear...