Shamed into temporary respect, but not turned from their purpose by the choler of their chief, they left him to himself.

Soon afterwards, having swept Schouwen island bare of every thing which could be consumed, the mutineers swarmed out of Zealand into Brabant, devouring as they went.
It was their purpose to hover for a time in the neighbourhood of the capital, and either to force the Council of State to pay them their long arrears, or else to seize and sack the richest city upon which they could lay their hands.

The compact, disciplined mass, rolled hither and thither, with uncertainty of purpose, but with the same military precision of movement which had always characterized these remarkable mutinies.

It gathered strength daily.

The citizens of Brussels contemplated with dismay the eccentric and threatening apparition.