At supper grain fit only for horses would have been set before him, accompanied by a cake of blood drawn from living cows.

Some of the company with which he would have feasted would have been covered with cutaneous eruptions, and others would have been smeared with tar like sheep.

His couch would have been the bare earth, dry or wet as the weather might be; and from that couch he would have risen half poisoned with stench, half blind with the reek of turf, and half mad with the itch, [322] This is not an attractive picture.

And yet an enlightened and dispassionate observer would have found in the character and manners of this rude people something which might well excite admiration and a good hope.

Their courage was what great exploits achieved in all the four quarters of the globe have since proved it to be.