The Catholics were of all ages and both sexes.

Many of them had carts, and were carrying with them their most valued possessions.

All wore an expression of grief and anxiety.
As Walter rode into one village, a fray was going on.

A party of Protestants, riding boisterously along, had knocked down a woman with a child in her arms, and had answered the angry remonstrance of the peasants with jeers and laughter.

Stones had begun to fly.