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great that no pen can write, nor tongue tell it. At dawn of day the men with
the tents were sent forwards, and the rest of the army followed; the
sufferings of the day before were nothing to those which they now endured
from fatigue, rain, hail, and floods, so that it might be thought all heaven
had conspired to destroy them. The ground, too, was muddy and soft
beneath them, and the horses and men had the greatest difficulty to
maintain their footing: some of them sunk, never to rise again. Who can tell
the calamities of that day? The bravest of the soldiers shed tears like rain,
and were wearied even of their very existence for the severity of their
sufferings. When the beasts of burden fell, the provisions which they
carried were either spoiled by the mud, or dissolved in the water. In this
manner, cursing the day on which they were born, and beating their
breasts with their hands, they reached Ascalon, which they found so
dismantled by the Saracens that they could scarcely enter through its gates
for the heaps of stones. This day was the 20th of January, and they
encamped for the night, every man as well as he was able.
Chapter IV. Ñ
How the army suffered at Ascalon from the weather and want of
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