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As soon as the host heard of the act of

their pious leader, they too made a pause.

A sudden revulsion of feeling swept over

them and they made haste to follow his

example. They took off their bloody weapons,

and bared their heads .and feet. They washed

the gore from their hands, and formed themselves into a procession. Led by the priests

and singing penitential psalms, they then

marched-many of them upon their knees-to the Church of the Resurrection, and there

found that sacred but long desecrated spot

which had been the object and end of their

more than three years of warfare-the sepulcher of Christ. There, like their most distinguished leader, they knelt and offered up

such adoration as the heart of the Middle

Ages was able to render to its Lord.

One of the most interesting incidents

of the capture of the city was the emergence

from places of concealment of many Christians, who came forth as if from prison to

welcome their deliverers. Great was the

mutual joy of these long-distressed wretches

and the Crusaders. There was weeping as if

the lost were found. In the midst of many

frantic demonstrations, the victorious multitude turned with an enthusiastic outburst to

one who had almost passed from sight during

the siege-Peter the Hermit. The little

fanatic monk was singled out as the greatest

of all the human agencies by which the deliverance of Jerusalem had been accomplished. Around him, clad in his woolen

garment and mounted on his mule, the mediaeval zealots gathered in an enormous crowd,

and did obeisance as to a liberator and savior.

Thus, ever in the history of the world the real

brawn and valor, the true heroic virtue which

fights and bleeds and wins the battle, abases

itself at the last before some scrawny embodiment of enfeebled bigotry.

The First Crusade had now reached its

climax. The Holy City was wrested from

the Turks. The blood of the Infidel iron forgers of the Altais had poured in thick

streams down the slopes of Mount Moriah.

The Syrian sun rising from the plains of Mesopotamia flung the shadow of the Cross

from the summit of Calvary to the distant Mediterranean. But what should the victors

do with their trophy? As for Baldwin, he

had made himself secure in the principality

of Edessa. As for Boemund, his selfish and

ambitious nature had satisfied itself among

the palaces and fountains of Antioch. As for

the half million pilgrim warriors who had

set out for Constantinople in the summer of

1096, nine out of every ten had perished. The

remnant, now numbering fewer than fifty

thousand, had reached the goal, and had

planted their banners on the holy places in

the City of the Great King. Could they preserve the prize which they had won?

A few days after the capture of Jerusalem

the Western princes met to consider the disposition to be made of Palestine. The almost inevitable solution was the conversion

of the country into a Christian state. The

form of government was, of course, that

feudal type of monarchy which then prevailed throughout Europe. It devolved upon

the princes to choose a king, and to this task

they set themselves with alacrity. Of the

leading Crusaders, those who were eligible

to the high office were Robert Short Hose

of Normandy, Robert of Flanders, Raymond

of Toulouse, and Godfrey of Bouillon. From

the first the tide set strongly in favor of the

last name duke. Short Hose and the Count

of Flanders both announced their intention of

returning forthwith to Europe, and as to Raymond, his haughty bearing and impetuous

temper made him unpopular as a leader.

In order to settle the question, a commission of ten of the most discreet chieftains

was appointed, and they at once set about

the duty of election. Great care was exercised in regard to the fitness of the candidates. Duke Godfrey's servants were called

and questioned relative to the private life

and manners of their master. "The only

fault we find with him," said they, "is that,

when matins are over, he will stay so long

in church, to learn the name of every image

and picture, that dinner is often spoiled

by his long tarrying." "What devotion!"

exclaimed the pious electors. "Jerusalem

could have no better king." So he was

chosen. The Kingdom of Jerusalem was

proclaimed in the city, and the nomination of Duke Godfrey was made known to

the eager and joyous multitude. Thus, on

the 23d of July, in the last year of the eleventh