The houses, in irregular assemblage, were of the humbler class--square, one-story, flat-roofed, and covered with bright-green vines.

The drought that had burned the hills of Judea to a crisp, brown and lifeless, stopped at the boundary-line of Galilee.
A trumpet, sounded when the cavalcade drew near the village, had a magical effect upon the inhabitants.

The gates and front doors cast forth groups eager to be the first to catch the meaning of a visitation so unusual.
Nazareth, it must be remembered, was not only aside from any great highway, but within the sway of Judas of Gamala; wherefore it should not be hard to imagine the feelings with which the legionaries were received.

But when they were up and traversing the street, the duty that occupied them became apparent, and then fear and hatred were lost in curiosity, under the impulse of which the people, knowing there must be a halt at the well in the northeastern part of the town, quit their gates and doors, and closed in after the procession.
A prisoner whom the horsemen were guarding was the object of curiosity.
He was afoot, bareheaded, half naked, his hands bound behind him.

A thong fixed to his wrists was looped over the neck of a horse.