The rider was bareheaded and clad all in white.

When he was in distance to be more clearly observed, these, looking anxiously, saw an olive-hued face shaded by long chestnut hair slightly sunburned and parted in the middle.

He looked neither to the right nor left.

In the noisy abandon of his followers he appeared to have no part; nor did their favor disturb him in the least, or raise him out of the profound melancholy into which, as his countenance showed, he was plunged.
The sun beat upon the back of his head, and lighting up the floating hair gave it a delicate likeness to a golden nimbus.

Behind him the irregular procession, pouring forward with continuous singing and shouting, extended out of view.