. Waverley novels. lves tem-porary huts, not unpleasing to the eye, beingdecorated with leaves and flowers, while the tallpennons and banners that floated over them withvarious devices, showed that the flower of Europewere assembled at that place. A loud and variedmurmur, resembling that of a thronged hive,floated from the camp of the Crusaders to theneighbouring town of Scutari, and every now andthen the deep tone was broken by some shrillersound, the note of some musical instrument, orthe treble scream of some child or female, in fearor in gaiety. The party at length landed in safety; and as
. Waverley novels. lves tem-porary huts, not unpleasing to the eye, beingdecorated with leaves and flowers, while the tallpennons and banners that floated over them withvarious devices, showed that the flower of Europewere assembled at that place. A loud and variedmurmur, resembling that of a thronged hive,floated from the camp of the Crusaders to theneighbouring town of Scutari, and every now andthen the deep tone was broken by some shrillersound, the note of some musical instrument, orthe treble scream of some child or female, in fearor in gaiety. The party at length landed in safety; and asthey approached one of the gates of the camp,there sallied forth a brisk array of gallant cava-liers, pages, and squires, exercising their mastershorses or their own. From the noise they made,conversing at the very top of their voices, gal-loping, curveting, and prancing their palfreys, itseemed as if their early discipline had called them Bertha in the Camp. Drawn by W. Hatherell, R. I. — Etched by V. COUNT ROBERT OF PARIS. 53 to exercise ere the fumes of last nights revelwere thoroughly dissipated by repose. So soon asthey saw Bertha and her party, they approachedthem with cries which marked their country wasItaly — Al erta! al erta ! Eoba de guadagno,cameradi I ^ They gathered round the Anglo-Saxon maidenand her companions, repeating their cries in a man-ner which made Bertha tremble. Their generaldemand was, What was her business in theircamp ? I would to the general-in-chief, cavaliers,answered Bertha, having a secret message to hisear. For whose ear ? said a leader of the party,a handsome youth of about eighteen years of age,who seemed eitlier to have a sounder brain thanhis fellows, or to have overflowed it with lesswine. Which of our leaders do you come hitherto see ? he demanded. Godfrey of Bouillon. Indeed! said the page who had spoken first. Can nothing of less consequence serve thy turn ?Take a look amongst us; young are we all, andreasonably wealthy
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