easy to recognize him; and to put the matter be- yond doubt, there was a pompous Latin inscription at the base of the dais, proclaiming his dignity to all the world.
The features were perhaps not a perfect likeness, but as we had not had the time to make a new statue we had just taken an old wooden figure, which we found stuck away in the garret of the Town Hall. We did not know who or what it repre- sented, but on the pedestal was the half-effaced name of Balthazar, which we afterward shortened to Balduke. No one cared whether the statue re- sembled the Duke or not; statues seldom do look like the people that they are supposed to represent; witness those of the saints, or our Lord Himself; but to the eye of faith they are perfectly satisfac- tory, and as a devout believer sees his god in a log of wood, just so that day we saw our Duke before us.
All obstacles being removed, his Lordship proudly entered his own meadows, and we natu- rally followed; banners waving, drums beating, trumpets sounding, and the Holy Sacrament as a fitting climax. No loyal subject would have dared to offer any objection, so even the sulky Captain was obhged to choose between stopping the Duke or following him, and he decided to fall into step