Nevertheless the provisions, in spite of Hamilcar's carefulness, diminished frightfully.There was not left per man more than ten k'hommers of wheat, three hins of millet, and twelve betzas of dried fruit.No more meat, no more oil, no more salt food, and not a grain of barley for the horses, which might be seen stretching down their wasted necks seeking in the dust for blades of trampled straw.Often the sentries on vedette upon the terrace would see in the moonlight a dog belonging to the Barbarians coming to prowl beneath the entrenchment among the heaps of filth; it would be knocked down with a stone, and then, after a descent had been effected along the palisades by means of the straps of a shield, it would be eaten without a word.
Sometimes horrible barkings would be heard and the man would not come up again.Three phalangites, in the fourth dilochia of the twelfth syntagmata, killed one another with knives in a dispute about a rat.
All regretted their families, and their houses; the poor their hive-shaped huts, with the shells on the threshold and the hanging net, and the patricians their large halls filled with bluish shadows, where at the most indolent hour of the day they used to rest listening to the vague noise of the streets mingled with the rustling of the leaves as they stirred in their gardens;--to go deeper into the thought of this, and to enjoy it more, they would half close their eyelids, only to be roused by the shock of a wound.Every minute there was some engagement, some fresh alarm; the towers were burning, the Eaters of Uncleanness were leaping across the palisades; their hands would be struck off with axes; others would hasten up; an iron hail would fall upon the tents.Galleries of rushen hurdles were raised as a protection against the projectiles.The Carthaginians shut themselves up within them and stirred out no more.
Every day the sun coming over the hill used, after the early hours, to forsake the bottom of the gorge and leave them in the shade.The grey slopes of the ground, covered with flints spotted with scanty lichen, ascended in front and in the rear, and above their summits stretched the sky in its perpetual purity, smoother and colder to the eye than a metal cupola.Hamilcar was so indignant with Carthage that he felt inclined to throw himself among the Barbarians and lead them against her.Moreover, the porters, sutlers, and slaves were beginning to murmur, while neither people, nor Great Council, nor any one sent as much as a hope.The situation was intolerable, especially owing to the thought that it would become worse.
At the news of the disaster Carthage had leaped, as it were, with anger and hate; the Suffet would have been less execrated if he had allowed himself to be conquered from the first.
But time and money were lacking for the hire of other Mercenaries.As to a levy of soldiers in the town, how were they to be equipped?
Hamilcar had taken all the arms! and then who was to command them? The best captains were down yonder with him! Meanwhile, some men despatched by the Suffet arrived in the streets with shouts.The Great Council were roused by them, and contrived to make them disappear.
