Now and again among the people we marked the tall broad-brimmed hat and Geneva mantle which were the badges of the Puritan clergy.
'We are in Monmouth's country at last,' said Saxon to me, for Reuben Lockarby and Sir Gervas Jerome had ridden on ahead.

'This is the raw material which we shall have to lick into soldiership.' 'And no bad material either,' I replied, taking note of the sturdy figures and bold hearty faces of the men.

'Think ye that they are bound for Monmouth's camp, then ?' 'Aye, are they.

See you yon long-limbed parson on the left--him with the pent-house hat.

Markest thou not the stiffness wherewith he moves his left leg!' 'Why, yes; he is travel-worn doubtless.' 'Ho! ho!' laughed my companion.