I may say the skeleton of a once tall, robust, high-cheek-boned, respectable woman, who had seen better days; who could neither hear, see, nor speak; without a tooth in her mouth, her cheek skin meeting in the centre, her eyes sunk out of sight in their sockets, her mouth wide open, her nose standing upright among smoke and flames, uttering piercing moans of distress and agony, in articulations from which could be only understood, “ Oh, Dhia, Dhia, teine, teine —Oh God, God, fire, fire.”
— from The History of the Highland Clearances Second Edition, Altered and Revised by Alexander Mackenzie