Travis Timmons

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It was known to us all that abundance of poor despairing creatures who had the distemper upon them, and were grown stupid or melancholy by their misery, as many were, wandered away into the fields and Woods, and into secret uncouth places almost anywhere, to creep into a bush or hedge and die.
A Journal of the Plague Year, Written by a Citizen Who Continued All the While in London
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