Protestantism in Hungary and Transylvania - James Aitken Wylie

This remnant of the once numerous clergy of
the Protestant Church of Hungary now began their
march from the dungeons of their own land to the
galleys of a foreign shore. They walked two and
two, the right foot of the one chained to the left
ankle of the other. Their daily provision was a
quarter of a pound of biscuit, a glass of water, and
at times a small piece of cheese. They slept in
stables at night. At last they arrived at Trieste. Here
the buttons were cut off their coats, their beards
shaved off, their heads dipped close, and altogether
they were so metamorphosed that they could not
recognize one another save by the voice.[7]
So exhausted were they from insufficiency of
food, and heavy irons, that four of the number died
in prison at Trieste, two others died afterwards on
the road, and many fell sick. On the journey to
Naples, one of the survivors, Gregory Hely,
became unfit to walk, and was mounted on an ass.
Unable through weakness to keep his seat, he fell
to the ground and died on the spot. The escort did
not halt, they dug no Gave: leaving him lying
unburied on the road, they held on their way. Three
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