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<h2> CHAPTER V: THE CONSPIRACY </h2>
<p>Giscon led his companion along the narrow lanes until he reached the back
entrance of the house where the meetings were held. Knocking in a
particular way it was opened at once and closed behind them. As they
entered a slave took Malchus' horse without a word and fastened it to a
ring in the wall, where four or five other horses were standing.</p>
<p>“I rather wonder you are not afraid of drawing attention by riding on
horseback to a house in such a quarter,” Malchus said.</p>
<p>“We dare not meet secretly, you know. The city is full of spies, and
doubtless the movements of all known to be hostile to Hanno and his party
are watched, therefore we thought it best to meet here. We have caused it
to be whispered as a secret in the neighbourhood, that the house has been
taken as a place where we can gamble free from the presence of our elders.
Therefore the only comments we excite is, 'There go those young fools who
are ruining themselves.' It is only because you are on horseback that I
have come round to this gate; had you come on foot we should have entered
by the front. Fortunately there are among us many who are deemed to be
mere pleasure seekers—men who wager fortunes on their horses, who
are given to banquets, or whose lives seem to be passed in luxury and
indolence, but who at heart are as earnest in the cause of Carthage as I
am. The presence of such men among us gives a probability to the tale that
this is a gambling house. Were we all of my stamp, men known to be utterly
hostile to Hanno and his party, suspicion would fall upon our meetings at
once. But here we are.”</p>
<p>As he spoke he drew aside some heavy curtains and entered a large room.
Some ten or twelve young men were assembled there. They looked up in
surprise as Giscon entered followed by his companion.</p>
<p>“I have brought a recruit,” Giscon said, “one whom all of you know by
repute if not personally; it is Malchus, the son of General Hamilcar. He
is young to be engaged in a business like ours, but I have been with him
in a campaign and can answer for him. He is brave, ready, thoughtful and
trustworthy. He loves his country and hates her tyrants. I can guarantee
that he will do nothing imprudent, but can be trusted as one of ourselves.
Being young he will have the advantage of being less likely to be watched,
and may be doubly useful. He is ready to take the oath of our society.”</p>
<p>As Giscon was the leading spirit of the band his recommendation was taken
as amply sufficient. The young men rose and formed in a circle round
Malchus. All drew their daggers, and one, whom Malchus recognized with a
momentary feeling of surprise as Carthalon, whom Adherbal had pointed out
at the Barcine Club as one who thought only of horse racing, said:</p>
<p>“Do you swear by Moloch and Astarte to be true to this society, to devote
yourself to the destruction of the oppressors of Carthage, to carry out
all measures which may be determined upon, even at the certain risk of
your life, and to suffer yourself to be torn to pieces by the torture
rather than reveal aught that passes within these walls?”</p>
<p>“That I swear solemnly,” Malchus said.</p>
<p>“I need not say,” Carthalon said carelessly, “that the punishment of the
violation of the oath is death. It is so put in our rules. But we are all
nobles of Carthage, and nobles do not break their oaths, so we can let
that pass. When a man's word is good enough to make him beggar himself in
order to discharge a wager, he can be trusted to keep his word in a matter
which concerns the lives of a score of his fellows. And now that this
business is arranged we can go on with our talk; but first let us have
some wine, for all this talking is thirsty work at best.”</p>
<p>The young men threw themselves upon the couches around the room and, while
slaves brought round wine, chatted lightly with each other about horses,
the play presented the day before, the respective merits of the reigning
beauties of Carthage, and other similar topics, and Malchus, who was
impressed with the serious nature of the secret conspiracy which he had
just sworn to aid, could not help being surprised at the careless gaiety
of the young men, although engaged in a conspiracy in which they risked
their lives.</p>
<p>It was not until some minutes after the slaves had left the apartment that
the light talk and banter ceased, as Giscon rose and said:</p>
<p>“Now to business. Malchus has told me that an old fisherman, who took a
lead in stirring up his fellows to declare for Hannibal, has been decoyed
away from his home and murdered; his body has been found floating in the
lake, strangled. This is the nineteenth in the course of a week. These
acts are spreading terror among the working classes, and unless they are
put a stop to we can no longer expect assistance from them.</p>
<p>“That these deeds are the work of the officials of the tribunals we have
no doubt. The sooner we strike the better. Matters are getting ripe. I
have eight men sworn into my section among the weavers, and need but two
more to complete it. We will instruct our latest recruit to raise a
section among the fishermen. The sons of the man just murdered should form
a nucleus. We agreed from the first that three hundred resolute men
besides ourselves were required, and that each of us should raise a
section of ten. Malchus brings up our number here to thirty, and when all
the sections are filled up we shall be ready for action.</p>
<p>“Failure ought to be impossible. The houses of Hanno and thirty of his
party will be attacked, and the tyrants slain before any alarm can be
given. Another thirty at least should be slain before the town is fairly
aroused. Maybe each section can undertake three if our plans are well
laid, and each chooses for attack three living near each other. We have
not yet settled whether it will be better to separate when this is done,
content with the first blow against our tyrants, or to prepare beforehand
for a popular rising, to place ourselves at the head of the populace, and
to make a clean sweep of the judges and the leaders of Hanno's party.”</p>
<p>Giscon spoke in an ordinary matter-of-fact tone, as if he were discussing
the arrangements of a party of pleasure; but Malchus could scarcely
repress a movement of anxiety as he heard this proposal for the wholesale
destruction of the leading men of Carthage. The council thus opened was
continued for three hours. Most of those present spoke, but, to the
surprise of Malchus, there was an entire absence of that gloom and mystery
with which the idea of a state conspiracy was associated in his mind.</p>
<p>The young men discussed it earnestly, indeed, but in the same spirit in
which they would have agreed over a disputed question as to the respective
merits of two horses. They laughed, joked, offered and accepted wagers and
took the whole matter with a lightness of heart which Malchus imitated to
the best of his power, but which he was very far from feeling; and yet he
felt that beneath all this levity his companions were perfectly in earnest
in their plans, but they joked now as they would have joked before the
commencement of a battle in which the odds against them were overwhelming
and great.</p>
<p>Even Giscon, generally grave and gloomy, was as light hearted as the rest.
The aristocracy of Carthage were, like the aristocracy of all other
countries, from tradition, training, and habit, brave to excess. Just as
centuries later the noblesse of France chatted gaily on the tumbril on
their way to execution, and offered each other their snuff boxes on the
scaffold, so these young aristocrats of Carthage smiled and jested, though
well aware that they were risking their lives.</p>
<p>No decision was arrived at, for this could only be decided upon at a
special meeting, at which all the members of the society would be present.
Among those now in council opinions were nearly equally divided. The one
party urged that, did they take steps to prepare the populace for a
rising, a rumour would be sure to meet the ears of their opponents and
they would be on their guard; whereas, if they scattered quickly after
each section had slain two of their tyrants, the operation might be
repeated until all the influential men of Hanno's faction had been
removed.</p>
<p>In reply to these arguments the other party urged that delays were always
dangerous, that huge rewards would be offered after the first attempts,
that some of the men of the sections might turn traitors, that Hanno's
party would be on their guard in future, and that the judges would effect
wholesale arrests and executions; whereas, were the populace appealed to
in the midst of the excitement which would be caused by the death of Hanno
and his principal adherents, the people would rise and finish with their
tyrants.</p>
<p>After all who wished to speak on the subject had given their opinions,
they proceeded to details; each gave a statement of the number of men
enrolled in his section, with a few words as to the disposition of each.
Almost without an exception each of these men was animated with a sense of
private wrong. Some had lost near relatives, executed for some trifling
offence by the tribunals, some had been ruined by the extortion of the tax
gatherers. All were stated to be ready to give their lives for vengeance.</p>
<p>“These agents of ours, you see, Malchus, are not for the most part
animated by any feeling of pure patriotism, it is their own wrongs and not
the injuries of Carthage which they would avenge. But we must take them as
we find them; one cannot expect any deep feeling of patriotism on the part
of the masses, who, it must be owned, have no very great reason to feel
any lively interest in the glories of the republic. So that they eat and
drink sufficiently, and can earn their living, it matters not very greatly
to them whether Carthage is great and glorious, or humbled and defeated.
But this will not always be so. When we have succeeded in ridding Carthage
of her tyrants we must next do all we can so to raise the condition of the
common people that they may feel that they too have a common interest in
the fate of our country. I should not, of course, propose giving to them a
vote; to bestow the suffrage upon the ignorant, who would simply follow
the demagogues who would use them as tools, would be the height of
madness. The affairs of state, the government of the country, the making
of the laws, must be solely in the hands of those fitted for the task—of
the men who, by education, by birth, by position, by study and by leisure
have prepared their minds for such a charge. But the people should share
in the advantages of a good government; they should not be taxed more than
they could reasonably pay, and any tax gatherers who should extort a penny
beyond the legal amount should be disgraced and punished.</p>
<p>“The courts should be open to all, the judges should be impartial and
incorruptible; every man should have his rights and his privileges, then
each man, feeling an interest in the stability of the state, would be
ready to bear arms in its defence, and Carthage, instead of being
dependent entirely upon her tributaries and mercenaries, would be able to
place a great army in the field by her own unaided exertions.</p>
<p>“The barbarian tribes would cease to revolt, knowing that success would be
hopeless. And as we should be strong at home we should be respected
abroad, and might view without apprehension the rising power of Rome.
There is plenty of room for both of us. For us, Africa and Spain; for her
all the rest of Europe and as much of Asia as she cares to take. We could
look without jealousy at each other's greatness, each secure in his own
strength and power. Yes, there may be a grand future before Carthage yet.”</p>
<p>The meeting now broke up.</p>
<p>“Where are you going, Malchus?” Giscon asked the lad as they went out into
the courtyard; “to see the sacrifices? You know there is a grand function
today to propitiate Moloch and to pray for victory for our arms.”</p>
<p>“No,” Malchus said with a shudder. “I don't think I am a coward, Giscon,
but these terrible rites frighten me. I was taken once by my father, and I
then swore that never again, unless it be absolutely necessary for me in
the performance of public office, will I be present at such a scene. For
weeks afterwards I scarcely slept; day and night there was before me that
terrible brazen image of Moloch. If I fell off to sleep, I woke bathed in
perspiration as I heard the screams of the infants as they were dropped
into those huge hands, heated to redness, stretched out to receive them. I
cannot believe, Giscon, that the gods are so cruel.</p>
<p>“Then there was the slaughter of a score of captives taken in war. I see
them now, standing pale and stern, with their eyes directed to the brazen
image which was soon to be sprinkled with their blood, while the priests
in their scarlet robes, with the sacrificial knives in hand, approached
them. I saw no more, for I shut my eyes till all was over. I tell you
again, Giscon, I do not believe the gods are so cruel. Why should the gods
of Phoenicia and Carthage alone demand blood? Those of Greece and Rome are
not so bloodthirsty, and yet Mars gives as many victories to the Roman
arms as Moloch does to ours.”</p>
<p>“Blaspheme not the gods, Malchus,” Giscon said gloomily; “you may be sure
that the wreath of a conquering general will never be placed around your
brow if you honour them not.”</p>
<p>“If honouring them means approval of shedding the blood of infants and
captives, I will renounce all hopes of obtaining victory by their aid.”</p>
<p>“I would you had spoken so before, Malchus; had I known that you were a
scorner of the gods I would not have asked you to join in our enterprise.
No good fortune can be expected to attend our efforts unless we have the
help of the gods.”</p>
<p>“The matter is easily mended, Giscon,” Malchus said calmly. “So far I have
taken no step towards carrying out your plans, and have but listened to
what you said, therefore, no harm can yet have been done. Strike my name
off the list, and forget that I have been with you. You have my oath that
I will say nought of anything that I have heard. You can well make some
excuse to your comrades. Tell them, for example, that though I fear not
for myself, I thought that, being the son of Hamilcar, I had no right to
involve his name and family in such an enterprise, unless by his orders.”</p>
<p>“Yes, it were better so,” Giscon said after a pause; “I dare not continue
the enterprise with one who condemns the gods among us; it would be to
court failure. I did not dream of this; who could have thought that a lad
of your age would have been a spurner of the gods?”</p>
<p>“I am neither a condemner nor a spurner,” Malchus said indignantly; “I say
only that I believe you worship them wrongfully, that you do them
injustice. I say it is impossible that the gods who rule the world can
have pleasure in the screams of dying infants or the groans of slaughtered
men.”</p>
<p>Giscon placed his hand to his ears as if to shut out such blasphemy, and
hurried away, while Malchus, mounting his horse, rode out slowly and
thoughtfully to his father's villa. He was not at heart sorry that he was
freed from this association into which, without knowing the measures by
which it intended to carry out its aims, he had rashly entered. He was
ready for armed insurrection against the tyrants of Carthage, but he
revolted from the thought of this plan for a midnight massacre—it
was not by such means that he would have achieved the regeneration of his
country. He felt, too, that the reason which he had given Giscon was a
valid one. He had no right, at his age, to involve his family in such a
conspiracy. Did it fail, and were he found to be among the conspirators,
Hanno and his associates would be sure to seize the fact as a pretext for
assailing Hamilcar. They would say that Malchus would never have joined in
such a plot had he not known that it had the approval of his father, and
that he was in fact but the representative of his family in the design for
overthrowing the constitution of the republic.</p>
<p>Fortunately for Malchus, a few days later orders were given for the
instant embarkation of a portion of the reinforcements destined for
Hannibal. Hamilcar was to proceed in command of them, and, busied with his
preparation for the start, Malchus thought little more of the conspiracy
which was brewing. Thirty large merchant ships were hired to convey the
troops, who numbered six thousand. These were principally Libyan footmen.
The main body, with the Numidian horse, were to follow shortly. At last
the day for embarkation arrived, and the troops defiled through the temple
of Moloch, where sacrifices were offered up for the success of the
enterprise.</p>
<p>Malchus, under the pretense that something was not ready, at the last
moment lingered at home, and only joined his comrades, a hundred young men
of the Carthaginian horse, on the quays. This body, all composed of young
men of the best families of Carthage, were to sail in the same ship which
carried Hamilcar. The scene was a busy one—the docks of Carthage
were extensive, and the ships which were to convey the expedition lay in
deep water by the quays, so that the troops could march on board. A great
crowd of the populace had assembled to view the embarkation. These were
with difficulty kept from crowding the troops and impeding their movement
by a cordon of soldiers.</p>
<p>As the troops marched on to the quay they were formed up in parties by the
side of the ships which were to convey them. Very different was the
demeanour of the men of the different nationalities. The Libyans were
stern and silent, they were part of the contingent which their state was
bound to furnish to Carthage, and went unwillingly, cursing in their
hearts the power which tore them from their homes to fight in a war in
which they had neither concern nor interest.</p>
<p>Near them were a body of Garamantes, wrapped in the long bernous which
then as now was the garb of the children of the desert. Tall, swarthy
figures these, lissome and agile, with every muscle standing out clear
through the brown skin. Strange as must have been the scene to them, there
was no wonder expressed in the keen glances which they shot around them
from underneath their dark eyebrows. Silent and taciturn, scarce a word
was to be heard among them as they stood awaiting the orders to embark;
they were there unwillingly, and their hearts were far away in the distant
desert, but none the less would they be willing to fight when the time
came. Terrible foes these would be in a night attack, with their stealthy
tiger-like tread, their gleaming, vengeful eyes, and their cruel mouths.</p>
<p>Very different were the band of Ethiopians from the distant Soudan, with
their cloaks of lion skin, and the gaudy feathers fastened in a fillet
round their heads. Their black faces were alive with merriment and wonder—everything
was new and extraordinary to them. The sea, the ships, the mighty city,
the gathered crowd, all excited their astonishment, and their white teeth
glistened as they chatted incessantly with a very babel of laughter and
noise.</p>
<p>Not less light hearted were the chosen band of young nobles grouped by the
general's ship. Their horses were held in ranks behind them for the last
time by their slaves, for in future they would have to attend to them
themselves, and as they gathered in groups they laughed and jested over
the last scandal in Carthage, the play which had been produced the night
before at the theatre, or the horse race which was to be run on the
following day. As to the desperate work on which they were to be engaged—for
it was whispered that Hannibal had in preparation some mighty enterprise—it
troubled them not at all, nor the thought that many of them might never
look on Carthage again. In their hearts perhaps some of them, like
Malchus, were thinking sadly of the partings they had just gone through
with those they loved, but no signs of such thoughts were apparent in
their faces or conversation.</p>
<p>Presently a blast of trumpets sounded, and the babel of voices was hushed
as if by magic. The soldiers fell into military order, and stood
motionless. Then Hamilcar walked along the quays inspecting carefully each
group, asking questions of the captains of the ships as to their store of
provisions and water, receiving from the officers charged with that duty
the lists of the war machines and stores which were stored away in the
hulls; and, having assured himself that everything was in order, he gave
the signal to his trumpeter, who again blew a long and piercing blast.</p>
<p>The work of embarkation at once commenced. The infantry were soon on
board, but the operation of shipping the horses of the cavalry took
longer. Half of these were stored away in the hold of the general's ship,
the rest in another vessel. When the troops were all on board the soldiers
who had kept back the crowd were withdrawn, and the Carthaginians thronged
down on to the quay. A small space was still kept clear on the wharf by
whose side the admiral's ship was lying, and here was gathered a throng of
the aristocracy of the city to see the last of their sons and relatives of
the guard.</p>
<p>Having seen their horses safely stowed below the young men crowded to the
side of the ship to exchange adieus with their friends. The parting was a
brief one, for the wind was fair, and the general anxious to be well out
of the bay before nightfall. Therefore the signal was hoisted. Numbers of
slaves seized the hawsers of the ships and towed them along through the
narrow passage which connected the docks with the sea. A shout of adieu
rose from the crowd, the sails were hoisted, and the fleet proceeded on
its way.</p>
<p>The arrangements for the comfort of the troops at sea were simple and
primitive. Each man shifted for himself. The whole space below was
occupied by cargo or horses. The troops lived and slept on deck. Here, on
wide flat stones, they cooked their meals, whiled away the day by games of
chance, and slept at night on skins or thick rugs. Fortunately the weather
was fair. It was early in March, but the nights were not cold.</p>
<p>The fleet hugged the coast, anchoring at night, until the northern shores
stood out clear and well defined as Spain stretched down towards Africa.
Then they crossed and cruised along until they arrived at Carthagena.
Short as was the time which had elapsed since the foundation of that city,
its aspect was already imposing and extensive. It lay at the head of a
gulf facing south, about a mile in depth and nearly double that width.
Across the mouth of this bay was an island, with but a narrow passage on
each side, protecting it from the southern winds, and forming with it a
magnificent harbour.</p>
<p>On a bold hill at the head of the harbour stood the town. This hill rose
from a wide lagoon, which communicated on one side with the sea, and was
on the other separated from it only by a strip of land, four hundred yards
wide. Through this a wide channel had been dug. Thus the hill, which was
of considerable extent, rugged and precipitous, was isolated, and could
only be attacked by sea.</p>
<p>The town was built in a sort of amphitheatre facing the sea, and was
surrounded by a strong fortification two miles and a half in
circumference, so that even should an assailant cross the lagoon, which in
summer was nearly dry, he would have before him an almost impregnable
defence to carry. Here, in buildings whose magnitude surprised the
newcomers, acquainted as they were with the buildings of Carthage, were
stored the treasures, the baggage, the ammunition of war, and the
provisions of the army.</p>
<p>It had been the aim of the great Hamilcar, and of Hasdrubal after him, to
render the army of Spain as far as possible independent of the mother
country. They well knew how often the treasury of Carthage was empty owing
to the extravagance and dishonesty of her rulers, and how impossible it
would be to obtain thence the supplies required for the army. Therefore
they established immense workshops, where arms, munitions of war, machines
for sieges, and everything required for the use of the army were
fabricated.</p>
<p>Vast as were the expenses of these establishments, the revenues of Iberia
were amply sufficient not only to defray all the cost of occupation, but
to transmit large sums to Carthage. These revenues were derived partly
from the tribute paid by conquered tribes, partly from the spoils taken in
captured cities, but most of all from the mines of gold and silver, which
were at that time immensely rich, and were worked by the labour of slaves
taken in war or of whole tribes subdued.</p>
<p>Some idea of the richness of these mines may be formed by the fact that
one mine, which Hannibal had inherited from his father, brought in to him
a revenue of nearly a thousand pounds a day; and this was but one of his
various sources of wealth. This was the reason that Hamilcar, Hasdrubal,
and Hannibal were able to maintain themselves in spite of the intrigues of
their enemies in the capital. Their armies were their own rather than
those of the country.</p>
<p>It was to them that the soldiers looked for their pay, as well as for
promotion and rewards for valour, and they were able, therefore, to carry
out the plans which their genius suggested untrammelled by orders from
Carthage. They occupied, indeed, a position very similar to that of
Wallenstein, when, with an army raised and paid from his private means, he
defended the cause of the empire against Gustavus Adolphus and the princes
of the Protestant league. It is true that the Carthaginian generals had
always by their side two commissioners of the senate. The republic of
Carthage, like the first republic of France, was ever jealous of her
generals, and appointed commissioners to accompany them on their
campaigns, to advise and control their movements and to report on their
conduct; and many of the defeats of the Carthaginians were due in no small
degree to their generals being hampered by the interference of the
commissioners. They were present, as a matter of course, with the army of
Hannibal, but his power was so great that their influence over his
proceedings was but nominal.</p>
<p>The war which was about to break out with Rome is called the second Punic
war, but it should rather be named the war of Hannibal with Rome. He
conceived and carried it out from his own resources, without interference
and almost without any assistance from Carthage. Throughout the war her
ships lay idle in her harbour. Even in his greatest need Carthage never
armed a galley for his assistance. The pay of the army came solely from
his coffers, the material for the war from the arsenals constructed by his
father, his brother-in-law, and himself. It was a war waged by a single
man against a mighty power, and as such there is, with the exception of
the case of Wallenstein, nothing to resemble it in the history of the
world.</p>
<p>Passing through the narrow passage into the harbour the fleet sailed up to
the end of the bay, and were soon alongside the spacious quays which had
been erected. A large quantity of shipping already lay there, for the
trade of Carthagena with the mother city and with the ports of Spain,
Africa, and the East already rivaled that of Carthage. A group of officers
were gathered on the quay as Hamilcar's ship, which was leading the fleet,
neared it, and Hamilcar exclaimed, “There is Hannibal himself!”</p>
<p>As the ship moored alongside the quay Hannibal came on board and warmly
embraced his cousin, and then bestowed a cordial greeting upon Malchus.</p>
<p>“Why, cousin Malchus,” he said, “though it is but a year since I was in
Carthage, I should scarce have known you, so much have you grown. I see
you have entered the cavalry. That is well. You cannot begin too early to
accustom yourself to war.”</p>
<p>Then turning, he went among the young men of the guard, to all of whom he
was personally known, greeting them with a cordiality and kindness which
greatly gratified them. Malchus gazed at him with admiration. Fortunately
an accurate description of Hannibal has come down to us. He was one who,
even at first sight, won all hearts by his lofty and noble expression, by
the kindness and sincerity which his face expressed. The Carthaginians, as
a race, were short, but Hannibal was very tall, and his great width of
shoulders testified to his immense strength.</p>
<p>The beauty of the Carthaginian race was proverbial, but even among them he
was remarkable. His head was well placed on his shoulders; his carriage
was upright and commanding; his forehead lofty; his eye, though soft and
gentle at ordinary times, was said to be terrible in time of battle. His
head was bare. His hair, of a golden brown, was worn long, and encircled
by a golden band. His nose was long and straight, forming, with the
forehead, a perfect profile. The expression of the mouth was kind but
firm. His beard was short. The whole contour of the face was noble in the
extreme.</p>
<p>In battle he wore a helmet of bronze closely fitting the head, behind
which projected a curved metal plate covering his neck. A band of gold
surrounded the helmet; in front were five laurel leaves in steel; at the
temples two leaves of the lotus of the same metal. On the crest, rising
from an ornament enriched with pearls, was a large plume of feathers,
sometimes red and sometimes white. A tuft of white horsehair fell from the
plate behind. A coat of mail, made of a triple tissue of chains of gold,
covered his body. Above this he wore a shirt of the finest white linen,
covered to the waist by a jerkin of leather overlaid with gold plates. A
large mantle of purple embroidered with gold hung from his shoulders. He
wore sandals and leggings of red morocco leather.</p>
<p>But it was only on special occasions that Hannibal was thus magnificently
clad. On the march he dressed generally in a simple blouse like that worn
by his soldiers. His arms were borne behind him by an esquire. These
consisted of his shield, of Galatian manufacture. Its material was bronze,
its shape circular. In the centre was a conical, sharply pointed boss. The
face of the shield was ornamented with subjects taken from the history of
Carthage in relief. The offensive arms were a sword, a lance, and a bow
with arrows. But it was not to the splendour of his appearance that
Hannibal owed the enthusiasm by which he was regarded by his troops. His
strength and skill were far superior to those of any man in his army. His
food was as simple as that of his soldiers, he was capable of going for
days without eating, and it was seldom that he broke his fast until the
day's work was over. When he ate it would be sitting on horseback, or as
he walked about seeing to the needs of the soldiers.</p>
<p>At night he slept among them, lying on a lion skin without covering. He
was indifferent to heat and cold, and in the heaviest tempest of wind and
rain would ride bareheaded among his troops, apparently unconscious of the
tempest against which he was struggling. So far as was known he was
without a vice. He seldom touched wine. His morals were irreproachable. He
never gave way to anger. His patience under trials and difficulties of all
sorts was illimitable.</p>
<p>In the midst of the greatest trials and dangers he preserved his
cheerfulness, and had ever an encouraging word for his soldiers. Various
as were the nationalities of the troops who followed him, constrained as
most of them had been to enter the service of Carthage, so great was their
love and admiration for their commander that they were ready to suffer all
hardships, to dare all dangers for his sake. It was his personal
influence, and that alone, which welded this army, composed of men of
various nationalities and tribes, into one whole, and enabled it to
perform the greatest military exploits in the world's history, and for
years to sustain a terrible struggle against the whole power of Rome.</p>
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