Thousands carried with them all that warfare had left to them--pitiful parcels of treasure or household goods, or extra clothing; other thousands bore nothing in their hands, and by the wear in their garments and the hunger in their faces, it seemed that they owned nothing to carry.
The Maccabee noted finally the entire absence of the travelers who fared in state.

Not in all that long procession that wound up the stony passage from the west, did he see a single Sadducee.

There went mobs of laborers and farmers, tradesmen, servants and small merchants, but the Jewish friends of Rome that had once made part of the Passover pilgrimage a royal progress were nowhere to be seen.

Under the vast, vivid blue of the mountain skies they moved, indifferent to the splendid benevolence of the untroubled day.

The pure wind swept in from the radiance in the east, flinging out multi-colored garments and scarves, rushing with its bracing chill without obstruction through even the compactest mass of wayfarers.