The Carthaginians were checked by the river.It was wide this time and the west wind had not been blowing.Some crossed by swimming, and the rest on their shields.They resumed their march.Night fell.They were out of sight.
The Barbarians did not stop; they went higher to find a narrower place.The people of Tunis hastened thither, bringing those of Utica along with them.Their numbers increased at every bush; and the Carthaginians, as they lay on the ground, could hear the tramping of their feet in the darkness.From time to time Barca had a volley of arrows discharged behind him to check them, and several were killed.
When day broke they were in the Ariana Mountains, at the spot where the road makes a bend.
Then Matho, who was marching at the head, thought that he could distinguish something green on the horizon on the summit of an eminence.Then the ground sank, and obelisks, domes, and houses appeared! It was Carthage.He leaned against a tree to keep himself from falling, so rapidly did his heart beat.
He thought of all that had come to pass in his existence since the last time that he had passed that way! It was an infinite surprise, it stunned him.Then he was transported with joy at the thought of seeing Salammbo again.The reasons which he had for execrating her returned to his recollection, but he very quickly rejected them.Quivering and with straining eyeballs he gazed at the lofty terrace of a palace above the palm trees beyond Eschmoun; a smile of ecstasy lighted his face as if some great light had reached him; he opened his arms, and sent kisses on the breeze, and murmured: "Come! come!" A sigh swelled his breast, and two long tears like pearls fell upon his beard.
"What stays you?" cried Spendius."Make haste! Forward! The Suffet is going to escape us! But your knees are tottering, and you are looking at me like a drunken man!"He stamped with impatience and urged Matho, his eyes twinkling as at the approach of an object long aimed at.
"Ah! we have reached it! We are there! I have them!"He had so convinced and triumphant an air that Matho was surprised from his torpor, and felt himself carried away by it.These words, coming when his distress was at its height, drove his despair to vengeance, and pointed to food for his wrath.He bounded upon one of the camels that were among the baggage, snatched up its halter, and with the long rope, struck the stragglers with all his might, running right and left alternately, in the rear of the army, like a dog driving a flock.
At this thundering voice the lines of men closed up; even the lame hurried their steps; the intervening space lessened in the middle of the isthmus.The foremost of the Barbarians were marching in the dust raised by the Carthaginians.The two armies were coming close, and were on the point of touching.But the Malqua gate, the Tagaste gate, and the great gate of Khamon threw wide their leaves.The Punic square divided; three columns were swallowed up, and eddied beneath the porches.Soon the mass, being too tightly packed, could advance no further; pikes clashed in the air, and the arrows of the Barbarians were shivering against the walls.
Hamilcar was to be seen on the threshold of Khamon.He turned round and shouted to his men to move aside.He dismounted from his horse;and pricking it on the croup with the sword which he held, sent it against the Barbarians.
It was a black stallion, which was fed on balls of meal, and would bend its knees to allow its master to mount.Why was he sending it away? Was this a sacrifice?
The noble horse galloped into the midst of the lances, knocked down men, and, entangling its feet in its entrails, fell down, then rose again with furious leaps; and while they were moving aside, trying to stop it, or looking at it in surprise, the Carthaginians had united again; they entered, and the enormous gate shut echoing behind them.
It would not yield.The Barbarians came crushing against it;--and for some minutes there was an oscillation throughout the army, which became weaker and weaker, and at last ceased.
The Carthaginians had placed soldiers on the aqueduct, they began to hurl stones, balls, and beams.Spendius represented that it would be best not to persist.The Barbarians went and posted themselves further off, all being quite resolved to lay siege to Carthage.
The rumour of the war, however, had passed beyond the confines of the Punic empire; and from the pillars of Hercules to beyond Cyrene shepherds mused on it as they kept their flocks, and caravans talked about it in the light of the stars.This great Carthage, mistress of the seas, splendid as the sun, and terrible as a god, actually found men who were daring enough to attack her! Her fall even had been asserted several times; and all had believed it for all wished it: the subject populations, the tributary villages, the allied provinces, the independent hordes, those who execrated her for her tyranny or were jealous of her power, or coveted her wealth.The bravest had very speedily joined the Mercenaries.The defeat at the Macaras had checked all the rest.At last they had recovered confidence, had gradually advanced and approached; and now the men of the eastern regions were lying on the sandhills of Clypea on the other side of the gulf.As soon as they perceived the Barbarians they showed themselves.
