seven o'clock in the morning
Of the two brothers themselves , one was at that time in prison in Rome , the other in exile in Genoa . The newspaper recapitulated the story of the elder Mansana 's career . With all , except the latter portion , I was already pretty well acquainted , and for that reason I felt a special desire to accompany the procession , which was to start from the Barberini Palace in Rome the following Sunday , and finish its journey at A -- . On the Sunday , at seven o'clock in the morning of a grey October day , I was at the place of assembly . There was collected a large number of banners , escorted by the delegates , who had been selected by the various associations : six men , as a rule , from each . I took up my position near a banner that bore the legend : `` The Fight for the Fatherland , '' and amongst the group which surrounded it . They were men in red shirts , with a scarf round the body , a cloak over the shoulders , trousers thrust into high boots , and broad-leaved plumed hats .