The old Dutch spirit was up--the spirit of the men who cut the dykes.

Rebellion was useless.
But a vast untenanted land stretched to the north of them.

The nomad life was congenial to them, and in their huge ox-drawn wagons--like those bullock-carts in which some of their old kinsmen came to Gaul--they had vehicles and homes and forts all in one.

One by one they were loaded up, the huge teams were inspanned, the women were seated inside, the men, with their long-barrelled guns, walked alongside, and the great exodus was begun.

Their herds and flocks accompanied the migration, and the children helped to round them in and drive them.