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"C AMELOT —Camelot,"
It was a soft, reposeful summer landscape, as lovely as
a dream, and as lonesome as Sunday. The air was full of
the smell of flowers, and the buzzing of insects, and
the twittering of birds, and there were no people, no
wagons, there was no stir of life, nothing going on.
The road was mainly a winding path with hoof-prints in
it, and now and then a faint trace of wheels on either
side in the
Presently a fair slip of a girl, about ten years old,
with a cataract of golden hair streaming down over her
shoulders, came along. Around her head she wore a hoop
of flame-red poppies. It was as sweet an outfit as ever
I saw, what there was of it. She walked indolently
along, with a mind at rest, its peace reflected in her
innocent face. The circus man paid no attention to her;
didn't even seem to see her. And
As we approached the town, signs of life began to appear. At intervals we passed a wretched cabin, with a thatched roof, and about it small fields and garden patches in an indifferent state of cultivation. There were people, too; brawny men, with long, coarse, uncombed hair that hung down over their faces and made them look like animals. They and the women, as a rule, wore a coarse tow-linen robe that came well below the knee, and a rude sort of sandal, and many wore an iron collar. The small boys and girls were always naked; but nobody seemed to know it. All of these people stared at me, talked about me, ran into the huts and fetched out their families to gape at me; but nobody ever noticed that other fellow, except to make him humble salutation and get no response for their pains.
In the town were some substantial windowless
houses of stone scattered among a wilderness of
thatched cabins; the streets were mere crooked
alleys, and unpaved; troops of dogs and nude
children played in the sun and made life and noise; hogs
roamed and rooted contentedly about, and one of
them lay in a reeking wallow in the middle of the
main thoroughfare and suckled her family.
Presently there was a distant blare of military music;
it came nearer, still nearer, and soon a noble
cavalcade wound into view, glorious with plumed helmets
and flashing mail and flaunting banners and rich
doublets and horse-cloths and gilded spearheads;
and through the muck and swine, and naked brats,
and joyous dogs, and shabby huts, it took its
gallant way, and in its wake we followed. Followed
through one winding alley and then