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Lords of the world

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Title:
Lords of the world : a story of the fall of Carthage and Corinth
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Church, Alfred John, 1829-1912 ( Author, Primary )
Peacock, Ralph ( Illustrator )
Charles Scribner's Sons ( Publisher )
Trow Directory ( Printer )
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387 p., [10] leaves of plates : ill. ; 19 cm.

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History, Ancient -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Kings and rulers -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Prisoners -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Youth and death -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
War -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
War stories ( lcsh )
Soldiers -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Discoveries in geography -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
History -- Juvenile fiction -- Carthage (Extinct city) ( lcsh )
History -- Juvenile fiction -- Corinth (Greece) ( lcsh )
History -- Juvenile fiction -- Rome ( lcsh )
Juvenile literature -- 1897 ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1897
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Children's literature ( fast )
novel ( marcgt )
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United States -- New York -- New York
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Pictorial front cover and spine.
Statement of Responsibility:
by the Rev. Alfred J. Church ; with twelve illustrations by Ralph Peacock.

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Full Text


Ss os cs Cie a foe
i oe rs aga Nee
eo PL -









LORDS OF THE WORLD







‘‘ FASTEN HIS HANDS, AND FIRMLY TOO; THAT YOUTH
MIGHT GIVE US TROUBLE”



LORDS OF THE WORLD

A STORY OF

THE FALL OF CARTHAGE AND CORINTH

BY THE

Rev. ALFRED J. CHURCH

AUTHOR OF ‘‘TWO THOUSAND YEARS AGO,” ‘STORIES FROM HOMER,” ETC,

WITH TWELVE ILLUSTRATIONS BY RALPH PEACOCK

NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER’S SONS
1897



CopyRricHt, 1897, BY
CHARLES SCRIBNER’S SONS

TROW DIRECTORY
PRINTING AND BOOKBINDING COMPANY
NEW YORK



PREFACE

THE year 146 B.c. was an annus mirabilis in the
development of Roman dominion. Of course it had
long been a foregone conclusion that Carthage and
Corinth must fall before her, but the actual time of
their overthrow was made all the more striking by
the fact that both cities perished in the same year,
and that both were visited by the same fate. I have
attempted in this story to group some picturesque
incidents round the person of a young Greek who
Struggles in vain to resist the destiny of the con-
quering race. The reader will also find some sug-
gestion of the thought which the Roman historian
had in his mind when he wrote: ‘‘Carthage, the
rival of the Roman Empire, perished root and
branch, sea and land everywhere lay open before
us, when at last Fortune began to rage against us
and throw everything into confusion.’ The day
when Rome rid herself of her rivals seemed to some
of her more thoughtful sons to be the first of her
corruption and decline.

A. J.C.

AsuLey, April 22, 1897.



CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I.
Il.
Iii.

Iv.

Vv.
VI.

VII.
VIII.
Ix.

XIII.
XIV.
XV.
XVI.

. XVII.
XVIII.
XIX.

XX.

Tue Fatr oF THE Mezcarr,
CLEANoR, Son oF Lysis,
Tue Last oF A VETERAN,
Scirio, : 2 $
A GREAT SCHEME,

Tue Mission,

Tue Last oF THE GREEKS,
Tue CorInTHIAN ASSEMBLY,

At THERMOPYLA,

. A PincHpeck ALEXANDER,
XI.
XII.

Tue Two HaspruBa.s,
Scipio sets TO Work,

In tHE Roman Camp,

Tue Mecara, .

Tue PRISONERS, - .

‘Baat Hammon,

Move anp CouUNTERMOVE,
HELP FROM THE HILLs,

Tue BatrLe on THE IsTHMUS,

TREACHERY, .

PAGE



vill CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE
XXI. Poryzius, . : i : . . ; 5 - 224
XXII. A PLEasurE Trip, . : . ' $ i . 236
XXII. Dirromacy, . . : 4 . - . 248
XXIV. In Sort Need, é : : 5 4 - 261
XXV. A Rerucs in THE STORM, 2 8 : i . 272
XXVI. Tue Srormine oF THE UPPER Ciry, . e . 281
XXVII. A Precious Boor . “ ‘i ; z f . 294
XXVIII. Tur Enp oF CarTHaGE, . : : ; 5 . 807
XXIX. At DEtos, . 5 5 : E ; : - 3816
XXX. CorInTH, . E : : ee é i . 825
‘“XXXI. Mummivus, . 5 : : : 5 5 : . 836
XXXII. Tue Siave-DEALER, . pee : ‘ . 342
XXXII. To Ivaty, ; i : & ; Q . 3852
XXXIV. Ar Misenum, : , S ; i : 5 . 857
XXXV. Tue WorLp weELt Lost, . ‘ : ; 5 scorl

XXXVI. Brronp THE SuNSET, ; : 5 ; : . 3881



ILLUSTRATIONS

‘¢ FASTEN HIS HANDS, AND FIRMLY TOO; THAT YOUTH MIGHT
GIVE US TROUBLE,” . 3 : : é Frontisptece
‘“« THE OLD KING, THOUGH HIS EYES WERE OPEN, DID NOT SEEM
TO SEE CLEANOR,” : f 2 : ; ‘ 3 i
Tue Roman Envoys To CoRINTH ARE COMPELLED TO LEAVE
THE AMPHITHEATRE, . : ‘4 : : . cs ;
Tue Macrpontan PRETENDER PERFORMS THE PYRRHIC DANCE,
%* Do you YIELD?” saIp CLEANOR WHEN THE ROMAN HAD
REACHED THE SHORE, : . : £ : :
“ THe HicH PRIEST PLACED THE SACRIFICE ON THE OUT-
STRETCHED ARMS OF THE GOD,” . . x
“IT saw you STOOP AND LIFT YOUR COMPANION FROM THE
GROUND,” : ¢ A i :
‘* CLEANOR PRODUCED FROM THE PACK WHICH HE CARRIED SOME
TWICE-BAKED BREAD,” . : 4 : : ° ;
Tue Lapy SALAMO DEFIES THE ROMANS FROM THE WALLS OF
CARTHAGE, . : : x : : 4 : é 5
% ScIPIO, THROWING HIS TOGA OVER HIS FACE, BURST INTO A
PASSION OF TEARS,” . ; 3 s : A : ,
A Corintuian NoBLEMAN BEING SOLD AS A SLAVE IN THE
MarkKET-PLACE, . a A . a : : : z

‘SHALF AN HOUR AFTERWARDS CLEONE EMERGED AS A_ BRILL-

IANT YOUNG BEAUTY,” . . d j : . : 5

PAGE

16

28

84
110

156

188

218

266

292

314

332

368





LORDS OF THE WORLD

CHAPTER I

THE FATE OF THE MELCART

SHE Melcart, the sacred ship of Carthage,
# was on its homeward voyage from Tyre,
and had accomplished the greater part
of its journey in safety; in fact it was
only ascore or so of miles away from its destination.
It had carried the mission sent, year by year, to
the famous shrine of the god whose name it bore,
the great temple which the Greeks called by the title
of the Tyrian Hercules. This was too solemn and
important a function to be dropped on any pretext
whatsoever. Never, even in the time of her deepest
distress, had Carthage failed to pay this dutiful
tribute to the patron deity of her mother-city ; and,
indeed, she had never been in sorer straits than now.
Rome, in the early days her ally, then her rival, and

now her oppressor, was resolved to destroy her,
1





2 LORDS OF THE WORLD

forcing her into war by demanding impossible terms
of submission. Her old command of the sea had
long since departed. It was only by stealth and
subtlety that one of her ships could hope to traverse
unharmed the five hundred leagues of sea that lay
between her harbour and the old capital of Pheenicia.
The Melcart had hitherto been fortunate. She was
a first-rate sailer, equally at home with the light
breeze to which she could spread all her canvas, and
the gale which reduced her toa single sprit-sail. She
had a picked crew, with nota slave on the rowing
benches, for there were always free-born Carthagin-
jans ready to pull an oarin the Melcart. Hanno,
her captain, namesake and descendant of the great
discoverer who had sailed as far down the African
coast as Sierra Leone itself, was famous for his
seamanship from the Pillars of Hercules to the har-
bours of Syria.

The old man—it-was sixty years since he had
made his first voyage—was watching intently a
dark speck which had been visible for some time
in the light of early dawn upon the northwestern
horizon. ‘‘Mago,’’ he said at last, turning to his
nephew and lieutenant, ‘‘does it seem to you to be-
come bigger? Your eyes are better than mine.”

‘“Not that I can see,’? answered the young
man.

‘She hardly would gain upon us if she has no



THE FATE OF THE MELCART 3

more wind than we have. Well, I shall go below,
and have a bite and a sup.”

He wetted his finger and helditup. ‘‘It strikes
me,’ he went on, ‘‘that the wind, if you can call it
a wind, has shifted half a point. Tell the helmsman
to put her head a trifle to the north. Perhaps I
may have a short nap. But if anything happens,
call me at once.”’

Something did happen before ten minutes had
passed. When Mago had given his instructions to
the helmsman, and had superintended a slight shift-
ing of the canvas, he looked again at the distant
ship. It had become sensibly larger. The wind
had freshened out at sea, and was rapidly bringing
the stranger nearer. Mago hurried below to rouse
his uncle. The old man was soon up on deck.

‘‘T wish we were ten miles nearer home,’’ he
muttered, after taking a long look into the distance.
“‘Get the oars out. If she is an enemy and wants
to cut us off, half a mile may make all the differ-
ence.”’

The order was promptly obeyed, and the rowers
bent to their work with a will. But all the will in
the world could not make the Melcart move very
fast through the water. She was stoutly built, as
became a ship that had to carry a precious burden
through all weather, and she was foul with the long
sea-voyage. The goal of the race between her and



4. LORDS OF THE WORLD

the stranger, which could now be seen to be a
Roman ship-of-war, was a headland behind which,
as Hanno knew, was the harbour of Chelys. Let
her reach that and she was safe. But it seemed as
if this was not to be. The Roman ship had what
wind there was right aft, and notwithstanding all
the efforts of the Welcar’’s crew, moved more rap-
idly through the water. She would manifestly cut
off the Melcart before the headland was reached.
But Hanno was not yet at the end of his resources.

‘‘Call Mutines,’”’ he said to his heutenant.

Mutines was a half-caste Carthaginian, whose
thick lips, flat nose, and woolly hair indicated a
negro strain in his blood. ‘‘Mutines,”’ said the old
man, ‘‘you used to have as good an aim with the
catapult as any man in Carthage. If your hand
has not lost its cunning, now is the time to show
your skill. Knock that rascal’s steering-gear to
pieces, and there is a quarter-talent for you.”

‘‘T will do my best, sir,’’ said Mutines; ‘‘ but I
am out of practice, and the machine, I take it, is
somewhat stiff.”

The catapult, which was of unusual size and
power, had been built, so to speak, into the ship’s
forecastle. It could throw a bolt weighing about
seventy-five pounds, and its range was three hun-
dred yards. While Mutines was preparing the en-
gine, word was passed to the rowers that they were



THE FATE OF THE MELCART 5

to give six strokes and no more. That, as Mutines
reckoned, would be enough to bring him well within
range of theenemy. The calculation was sufficiently
exact. When the rowers stopped, the two ships,
having just rounded the headland, were divided by
about three hundred and fifty yards. The impetus
of the Melcart carried her over about one hundred
- more. When she was almost stationary Mutines
let fly the bolt. He had never made a happier shot.
The huge bullet carried away both the tillers by
which the steering-paddles were worked. The ship
fell away immediately, and the Melcart, for whose
rowers the fugleman set the liveliest tune in his
repertory, shot by, well out of range of the shower
of arrows which the Roman archers discharged at
her. In the course of a few minutes she had reached
the harbour of Chelys.

But her adventures were not over. The captain
of the Roman ship was greatly enraged at the es-
cape of his prey. To capture so famous a prize
would mean certain promotion, and he was not pre-
pared to resign his hopes without an effort to realize
them. As soon as the steering-gear had been tem-
porarily repaired, he called his sailing-master, and
announced his intention of following the Carthagin-
ian into the harbour.

The man ventured on a remonstrance. ‘It’s not
safe, sir,” he said; ‘‘I don’t know the place, but I



6 LORDS OF THE WORLD

have heard that the water is shallow everywhere
except in the channel of the stream.”

‘You have heard my orders,” returned the cap-
tain, who was a Claudius, and had all the haughti-
ness and obstinacy of that famous house. The sail-
ing-master had no choice but to obey.

Chelys, so called from the fancied resemblance of
its site to the shape of a tortoise, was a small Greek
settlement which lay within the region dominated
by Carthage. It was a place of considerable an-
tiquity—older, its inhabitants were fond of assert-
ing, than Carthage itself. For some years it had
maintained its independence, but as time went by
this position became more and more impossible.
Had Chelys possessed any neighbours of the same
race, a league might have given her at least a
chance of preserving her freedom. But she stood
absolutely alone, surrounded by Pheenician settle-
ments, and she had no alternative but to make
her submission to her powerful neighbour. She
obtained very favourable terms. She was free from
tribute, no slight privilege, in view of the enormous
sums which the ruling city was accustomed to ex-
act from her dependencies.! She was allowed to
elect her own magistrates, and generally to manage
her own affairs. To contribute a small contingent

1 One paid a talent (£215) per day, making an annual amount, allowing for
the difference in the value of money, of not less than a quarter of a million.



THE FATE OF THE MELCART 7

to the army and navy of the suzerain state was all
that was demanded of her. It was natural, there-
fore, that Chelys should be loyal to Carthage—far
more loyal, in fact, than most of that city’s depend-
encies. Rome, which had more than once exacted
a heavy sum as the price of the little town’s immu-
nity from ravage, she had no reason to like.

The incident described above had taken place
within full view of the piers and quays of Chelys.
The excited population which crowded them had
hailed with an exulting shout the fortunate shot
that had crippled the Roman vessel, and had warmly
welcomed the Melcart as she glided into the shelter
of the harbour. Their delight was turned into rage
when it became evident that the enemy was intend-
ing to pursue her. The insolent audacity of the pro-
ceeding excited the spectators beyond all bounds.
Stones and missiles of all kinds were showered upon
the intruders. As the ship was within easy range
of the quays on both sides of the harbour, which
was indeed of very small area, the crew suffered
heavily.

Claudius perceived that he had made a mistake,
and gave orders to the rowers to back, there not
being space enough to turn. It was too late, and
when a huge pebble, aimed with a fatal accuracy,
struck down the steersman from his place, the
doom of the Melicerta—for this was the name of



8 LORDS OF THE WORLD

the Roman ship —was sealed. A few moments
afterwards she grounded.

This was, of course, the signal for a determined
attack. Hundreds of men waded through the shal-
low water and climbed over the bulwarks. The
crew made a brave resistance, but they were hope-
lessly outnumbered and were cut down where they
stood. The magistrates of the city happened to be
in consultation in the town-hall. Disturbed in the
midst of their deliberations by the sudden uproar,
they hurried down to the water-side, but were too
late to save any but a very few lives. Claudius had
stabbed himself when he saw how fatal a mistake
he had made.

Chelys was, of course, in a tumult of delight at
its brilliant success in destroying a Roman ship-of-
war. Its responsible rulers, however, were very far
from sharing this feeling. A defenceless city, and
Chelys was practically such, for its walls, never
very formidable, had been suffered to fall into de-
cay, must take no part in the hostilities of a cam-
paign. So long as it observes this neutrality it is
really better off than a fortified town, but to depart
from this policy is sheer madness.

The magistrates did all they could. They sent
back the few prisoners whom they had been able to
rescue from the hands of the populace, to the com-
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THE FATE OF THE MELCART 9

belonged. They offered to pay an indemnity. They
went so far as to promise that the ringleaders of
the riot should be handed over for trial. The Ro-
man admiral, a Flamininus,! and so belonging toa
family that had more than once made itself noto-
rious for unusual brutality, would not hear of
making any conditions. He determined upon a
vengeance which was not the less pleasing because
it would be as lucrative as it wascruel. Chelys
was to be visited with the severest penalty known
in warfare—all the male inhabitants of the military
age and over were to be put to death, the women
and children were to be sold as slaves. The slaves
from Chelys, as Flamininus, a shrewd and unscru-
pulous man of business, well knew, would fetch a
high price. They were Greeks, if not of the purest
blood, and while barbarians in any number could
be easily obtained, Greek slaves were a rare article
in the market.

His resolve once taken, Flamininus took every
precaution that its execution should be as complete
as possible. The magistrates, who had come to
intercede for their countrymen, were detained ; no
hint of what was intended was allowed to reach the
doomed city. Landing the half legion of marines
which the squadron carried he occupied in irresist-

1C. Flamininus was degraded from the Senate for killing a captive in cold
blood to entertain his company at dinner.



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ible force Chelys and all the roads by which it could
be approached or left. His next step was to make
what may be called an inventory of the prey which
had fallen into his hands. The census roll of citi-
zens was seized, and information about their families
was purchased from some prisoners who were will-
ing thus to redeem their lives. A few wealthy men
and women were allowed to ransom themselves at
the highest prices that could be extorted from their
fears ; and then, when a few days had been allowed
for the assembling of the slave-dealers, who, with
other animals of prey, human and non-human, fol-
lowed the armies and fleets of Rome, Flamininus
allowed the deputation to return, and proceeded to
execute his sentence.

CHAPTER II
CLEANOR, SON OF LYSIS

HE wealthiest, best born, and generally most
influential citizen in Chelys was Lysis, son of
Cleanor, father himself of another Cleanor, so
named, according to a custom common in Greek
families, after his grandfather. He was descended
in a direct line from the original founder of the set-
tlement, an Ephesian Greek, and was also distin-



CLEANOR, SON OF LYSIS 11°

guished by the possession of the hereditary priest-
hood of Apollo. The family prided itself on the
' purity of its descent. The sonssought their brides
among four or five of the noblest Ephesian families.
The general population of Chelys, though still
mainly Hellenic in speech and habits of life, had a
large admixture of Pheenician blood, but the house
of Lysis could not be reproached with a single bar-
barian mésalliance.

Lysis had been the leader and spokesman of the
deputation which had vainly approached the Roman
commander. His house, in common with all the
principal dwellings in the town, had been occupied
by the Roman marines. But a dowcewr, judicious-
ly administered to the sub-officer in command, had
procured for him the privilege of a brief period of
privacy. He found that his wife and children were
still in ignorance of the Roman admiral’s decision.
They did not, indeed, expect any very lenient
terms—they looked for a fine that would seriously
cripple their means; but they were not prepared
for the brutal reality. Lysis tasted for the first
time the full bitterness of death when he had to
dash to the ground the hope to which they had
clung.

‘* Yes,” he said in answer toa question from his
wife, unable or unwilling to believe her ears ; ‘‘ yes,
it is too true—death or slavery.”



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Dioné—this was the wife’s name—grew pale fot
a moment, but she summoned to her aid the courage
of her house—she claimed to be descended from the
great Ion himself, the legendary head of the Ionic
race—and recovered her calmness. Stepping for-
ward, she threw her arms round her husband’s neck.
Her first thought was for him; her second, scarcely
a moment later, for her children.

‘And these?” she said.

Recovering himself with a stupendous effort of
- self-control, Lysis spoke:

‘* Listen ; the time is short, and there are grave
matters to be settled. It was hinted to me, and
more than hinted, that I might purchase your life,
Dioné, and my own. These Romans are almost
as greedy for money as for blood. What say
you?”

‘* And these ?”’ said the woman, pointing to her
children, while her cheek flushed and her eyes
brightened with the glow of reviving hope. “Can
they also be ransomed ?”

‘That is impossible,”’ said Lysis.

‘“Then we will die.’’

‘*That is what I knew you would say, and I gave
the fellow—it was the admiral’s freedman who
spoke to me about the matter—the answer, ‘No,’
without waiting to ask you. Our way is clear
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the secret of his poison-ring,! and he handed it on
to me. You and I can easily escape from these
greedy butchers, but our children——”’

He struggled in vain to keep his self-command.
Throwing himself on a couch hard by, he covered
his face with his cloak.

The children were twins, very much alike, as in-
deed twins very commonly are, and yet curiously
different. Apart, they might easily have been mis-
taken for each other, supposing, of course, that they
were dressed alike; seen together, anyone would
have said that such a mistake would hardly be
possible, so great was the difference in colour and ~
complexion—a difference that impresses the eye
much more than it impresses the memory. But
whatever dissimilarity there was was accidental
rather than natural. Cleanor had been seized at a
critical period of his growth with a serious illness,
the result of exposure in a hunting expedition.
This had checked, or more probably, postponed his
development. His frame had less of the vigour,
his cheek less of the glow of health than could be
seen in his sister’s, of whom, indeed, he was a some-
what paler and feebler image.

1 Hannibal carried about with him in the cavity of a ring a poison so
deadly that it would destroy life in a few seconds. When about to be
delivered up to the Romans by the petty sovereign—Prusias, King of
Bithynia—with whom he had taken refuge, he killed himself in this way



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‘* We will die with you,” said the twins in one

breath. They often spoke, as, indeed, they often
thought, with a single impulse.

‘‘Impossible again!’’ said Lysis. ‘‘ The priest-
hood which, as you know, I inherited from my
fathers, Iam bound, under curses which I dare not
incur, to hand on to my son. If the gods had made
me childless—and, for the first time in my life, I
wish that they had—I must have adopted a succes-
sor. This, indeed, I have done, to provide for the
chances of human life; but you, Cleanor, must not
abdicate your functions if it is in any way possible
for you to perform them. And then there is ven-
geance ; that is a second duty scarcely less sacred.
If you can live, you must, and I see a way in which
you can.”

‘* And I see it too,”’ cried the girl, with sparkling
eyes. ‘‘Cleanor, you and I must change places.
You have sometimes told me that I ought to have
been the boy; now I am going to be.”’

‘**Cleoné!”’ cried the lad, looking with wide eyes
of astonishment at his sister ; ‘‘I do not know what
you mean.’

‘* Briefly,” replied the girl, ‘‘what I mean is this.
You masquerade as a girl, and are sold ; I masque-
rade as a man, and am killed.”’

‘‘Impossible!’’ cried the lad; ‘‘I cannot let you
die for me.”



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“Die for you, indeed !’’ and there was a touch
of scorn in her voice. ‘‘ Which is better—to die, or
bea slave? Which is better for a man? You do
not doubt; no one of our blood could. Which is
better fora woman? It does not want one of our
blood to know that. The meanest free woman
knows it. By Castor! Cleanor, this is the one
thing you can do for me. Die for you, indeed!
You will be doing more, ten thousand times more,
than dying for me!”

‘She is right, my son,” cried Lysis. ‘‘ This was
my very thought. Phcebus, the inspirer, must
have put it into her heart. Cleanor, it must be so.
This is your father’s last command to you. The
gods, if gods there are—and this day’s work might
make me doubt it—will reward you for it. But the
time is short. Hasten, and make such change as
you need.”

The twins left the chamber. When they returned,
no one could have known what had been done, so
complete was the disguise which Cleoné’s skilful
fingers had effected. The girl’s flowing locks, which
had reached far below her waist, now fell over her
shoulders, just at the length at which it was the
fashion of the Greek youth to wear them, till he
had crossed the threshold of manhood. His were
rolled up, maiden-fashion, in a knot upon his head.
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pigment skilfully applied. His face, pale with
misery, needed no counterfeit of art.

Lysis and his wife had gone. By a supreme
effort of self-sacrifice they had denied themselves
the last miserable solace of a farewell, and were
lying side by side, safe for ever from the conquer-
or’s brutality. While Cleanor and his sister waited
in the expectation of seeing them, a party of ma-
rines entered the room.

“Fasten his hands, Caius,’’ said the sub-officer
to one of his men, ‘‘and firmly too, for he looks as
if he might give us trouble. By Jupiter! a hand-
some youth! What a gladiator he would make!
Why do they kill him in this useless fashion? The
girl is your business, Sextus. Be gentle with her,
but still be on your guard, for they will sometimes
turn. But she looks a poor, spiritless creature.”

CHAPTER II
THE LAST OF A VETERAN

HE fate of Chelys caused wide-spread indigna-
tion and disgust even among the enemies of
Carthage. No one was more indignant than Masta-
nabal, King Masinissa’s second son. The prince had
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hunters and fighters to which he belonged. He was
a lover of books, and disposed to be a patron of
learning, if he could only find learning to patron-
ize. The Greek population of Chelys had always
preserved some traces of culture, and the Numidian
prince was on terms of friendship with the settle-
ment. He was an occasional visitor at its festivals,
had received the compliment of a crown of honour
voted to him in a public assembly, and had shown
his appreciation of the distinction by building for
the community a new town-hall.

His intercession had been implored by the mag-
istrates when they found themselves repulsed by
the Roman commander. Unfortunately he was
absent from home when their messenger arrived.
Immediately on his return he hurried to the spot.
Too late, even if it had in any case been possible,
to hinder the brutal vengeance of Flamininus, he
was yet able to mitigate the lot of the survivors.
By pledging his credit to the slave dealers, them-
selves disposed to accommodate so powerful a per-
sonage, he was able to secure the freedom of all the
captives.

He made special inquiries about the family of
Lysis, whose hospitality he had always enjoyed
during his visits to the town, and learnt enough to
induce him to make a personal inspection of the

captives. As the melancholy procession passed
2



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before him, his keen eyes discovered Cleanor under
his disguise. He had, of course, too much delicacy
and good taste to inflict upon him the pain of a pub-
lic recognition. The young man was transported
in a closed litter to a hunting-lodge that belonged
to the prince. Here he found himself an honoured
guest. His personal wants were amply supplied ;
a library of some extent was at his disposal; and
the chief huntsman waited upon him every morning
to learn his pleasure in case he should be disposed
for an expedition.

In the course of a few days a letter from the
prince was put into his hands. Beginning witha
tactful and sympathetic reference to his misfort-
unes, it went on thus:

Use my home as if it were your own for as long
as you will, You cannot please me better than by
pleasing yourself. But if you are minded to find
solace for your sorrows in action—and to this I
would myself advise you—proceed to Cirta, and
deliver the letter which I enclose herewith to the
king, my father. My steward will provide you
with a guide and an escort, and will also furnish
such matters of dress and other equipment as you
may need. Farewell!

Cleanor’s resolution was taken at once. In the
course of a few hours he was in the saddle. Two



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days of easy travel brought him to Cirta, and he
lost no time in presenting himself at the palace of
King Masinissa. His letter of introduction, bearing
as it did the seal of Prince Mastanabal, procured
for him instant admission. The major-domo of the
palace conducted him to a guest-chamber, and
shortly afterwards one of the king’s body-guard
brought him a message that Masinissa desired to
see him as soon as he had refreshed himself after
his journey.

The chamber into which the young Greek was
ushered was curiously bare to be the audience-room
of a powerful king. The walls were of mud, roughly
washed with yellow; it was lighted by two large
openings in the walls, unglazed, but furnished with
lattices which could be closed at will by cords sus-
pended from them; the pavement was of stone, not
too carefully smoothed ; for furniture it had a side-
board, with some cups, flagons, and lamps upon it,
a table, two or three chairs for the use of visitors
who were accustomed to these comfortless refine-
ments, and a divan piled up with bright-coloured
mats and blankets. Near the divan was a brazier
in which logs were smouldering.

Masinissa, king of Numidia,! was a man whose
intellect and physical powers were alike remarkable.
He had consolidated the wandering tribes of North-

1 Numidia corresponds roughly to Algeria, Mauretania to Morocco.



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ern Africa into a kingdom, which he had kept to-
gether and aggrandized with a politic firmness which
never blundered or wavered. His stature, though
now somewhat bowed with years, was exceptional.
His face, seamed with a thousand wrinkles, and
burnt toa dark red by unnumbered suns, the snowy
whiteness of hair and beard, and the absolute ema-
ciation of his form, on which not a trace of flesh
seemed to be left, spoke of extreme old age. And
indeed he had more than completed his ninetieth
year, an age not phenomenally rare among us,
where the climate and the habits of life are less ex-
hausting, but almost unheard of in a race whose
fervid temperament seems to match their burning
sky.

The old man’s strength was now failing him.
Two years before, he had commanded an army in
the field, and commanded it with brilliant success,
routing the best troops and the most skilled generals
that Carthage could send against him. He was not
one of the veterans who content themselves with
counsel, while they leave action to the young.
That day he had remained in the saddle from sun-
rise to sunset, managing without difficulty a fiery
steed, whose saddle was no seat of ease. He had
showed that on occasion he could deal as shrewd a
blow with the sword, and throw as straight a jave-
lin,as many men of half his age. But at ninety



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years of age two or three years may make a great
difference. Masinissa had fought his last battle.
His senses were as keen as ever, the eyes flashed
with their old fire, but his breathing was heavy and
laboured, and his hands shook with the palsy of
age.

“Welcome, Cleanor!’’ he said, with a full res-
onant voice that years had not touched, ‘‘ my son
commends you tome. Can you be content to wait
on an old man fora month or so? I shall hardly
trouble you longer. I have never been a whole day
within doors, save once fora spear wound in the
throat, and once when they tried to poison me; and
those who have lived in such fashion don’t take
long about dying.”’

Cleanor found his task an easy one. The old
king suffered little, except from the restlessness
which comes with extreme exhaustion. Even over
this he maintained a remarkable control. It was
not during his waking hours, but in his short pe-
riods of fitful slumber, that the uneasy movements
of his limbs might be observed. His intelligence
was as keen as ever, and his memory curiously ex-
act, though it was on the far past that it chiefly
dwelt. What a story the young Greek could have
pieced together out of the old man’s recollections!
He had seen and known the heroes of the last fierce
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by the side of the great Scipio at Zama, and had
been within an ace of capturing the famous Hanni-
bal himself as he fled from that fatal field. The
young Greek, surprised to find himself in such a
position, was naturally curious to know why the
old man preferred the companionship of a stranger
to that of his own kindred. When he ventured to
hint something of the kind, the king smiled cynically.

‘You domt understand,” he said, ‘‘ the amiable
ways of such a household as mine. What do you
think would have been the result if I had chosen
one of my three sons to be with me now? Why,
furious jealousy and plots without end on the part
of the other two. And if I had had the three of
them together? Well, I certainly could not have
expected to die in peace. Quarrel they certainly
will, but I can’t have them quarrelling here. Mind,
I don’t say that they are worse than other sons; on
the contrary, they are better. Ido hope they may
live in peace when I am gone; at least, I have done
my best to secure it.”

As the days passed, the king grew weaker and
weaker, but his faculties were never clouded, and
his cheerfulness was unimpaired.

About ten days after the conversation recorded
above, a Greek physician, whose reputation was
widely spread in Northern Africa, arrived at the
palace. The three princes had sent him. Masinissa,



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informed of his coming, made no difficulty about
seeing him. ‘‘Iam not afraid of being poisoned,”
he said, with a smile; ‘‘I really do not think that
my sons would do sucha thing. It would not be
worth while, and, anyhow, they could not agree
about it. Yes, let him come in. Of course he can’t
do me any good; but it is one of the penalties that
has to be paid for greatness, that one must die ac-
cording to rule. No one of any repute is allowed
to die in these parts without having Timzeus to help
him off. Yes, I will see him. And mind, Cleanor,
when he has examined me have a talk with him,
and make him tell you the absolute truth.”

That afternoon, soon after the physician had de-
parted, the king summoned the young Greek to his
chamber.

“Well, what does he say, Cleanor?”’ he asked.

The young man hesitated.

‘“Come,”’ cried the old king, raising his voice, ‘‘I
command you to speak. As for these physicians,
it is quite impossible for a patient to get the truth
out of them. It seems to be a point of honour not
to tellit. But I suppose he told it to you. Speak
out, man; you don’t suppose that I am afraid of
what I have faced pretty nearly every day for
nearly fourscore years.”

“He said,’? answered Cleanor, in a low voice,
‘that your time, sire, was nearly come.”



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‘“*And how many days, or, I should rather say,
hours did he give me?”’

‘‘He said that you could hardly live more than
two days.”’

“Well, I am ready. Ihave had my turn, a full
share of the feast of life, and it would be a shame-
ful thing if I was to grudge to go. But there is
trouble ahead for those who are to come after me.
Ihave done my best for my kingdom, yet nothing
can save it long. You know, I had to choose, when
I was about your age, between Rome and Carthage,
and my choice was the right one. IfI had taken
sides with Carthage, Rome would have swallowed
up this kingdom fifty years ago; as it is, she will
swallow us up fifty years hence. Sooner or later
we are bound to go. But it has lasted my time,
and will last my sons’ time too, if they are wise.
And now, as to this matter. I have something to
put in your charge. You have heard of Scipio ?”’

Cleanor nodded his assent.

‘*He came over here some two months ago, when
I had had my first warning that my time was short,
and that I had best set my affairs in order. No one
had any notion but that he came on military busi-
ness. The Romans had asked me for help, and I
didn’t choose to give it just then. They hadn’t
consulted me in what they had done, and it was
time, I thought, that they should have a lesson.



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We did discuss these matters; but what he really
came for was a more serious affair. I left it to him
to divide my kingdom between my three sons. I
had thought of dividing it in the usual way ; this
and that province to one, and this and that prov-
ince to another. But he had quite another plan in
his head, and it seemed to me wonderfully shrewd.
‘Don’t divide the kingdom,’ he said; ‘the three
parts would be too weak to stand alone. Divide
the offices of the kingdom. Let each prince have
the part for which he is best fitted—one war and
outside affairs, another justice, the third one civil
affairs.’ Well, I took his advice, and had his set-
tlement put in writing. The chief priest of the
temple of Zeus in Cirta here has the document in
his keeping.”

After this the old man was silent for a time.
Rousing himself again, for he had been inclined to
doze, he said :

‘*Cleanor, are you here ?”’

‘Yes, sire,’ replied the Greek.

‘‘Don’t leave me till all is over. And now give
me a cup of wine.’

‘‘But, sire, the physician said——”’

‘Pooh! what does it matter if I die one hour or
two or three hours before sunrise? And I want
something that will give me a little strength.”

Cleanor filled a cup and handed it to the king.



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“It hardly tastes as good as usual,” said the old
man, when he had drained it, ‘‘ yet that, I can easily
believe, is not the wine’s fault, but mine. But tell
me, do you think that I shall know anything about
what is going on herewhen Iam gone? What does
Mastanabal say? I haven’t had time to think
about these things ; but he reads, and you are some-
thing of a student, too. What do the philosophers
say ¢.””

“Aristotle thinks, sire, that the dead may very
well know something about the fortunes of their
descendants—it would be almost inhuman, he says,
if they did not—but that it will not be enough to
make them either happy or unhappy.”’

‘Well, the less one knows the better, when one
comes tothink. Tosee things going wrong and not
be able to interfere! . . . But enough of this.

And now, Cleanor, about yourself. You do
not love the Romans, IJ think ?”’

The young Greek’s face flushed at the question.

‘‘T have no reason to love them, sire.’’

‘‘Very likely not. Indeed, who does love them ?
Not I; if I could crush them I would, as readily as
I stamp my foot on a viper’s head. But that is not
the question. Can you make use of them? You
shake your head. It does not suit your honour to
pretend a friendship which you do not feel. That
has not been my rule, as you know, but there is



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something to be said for it. Well, it isa pity that
you can’t walk that way. Whether we love them
or no, depend upon it, the future belongs to them.
- And I could have helped you with some of their
great men. I have written a letter to Scipio, and
two or three others to powerful people in Rome who
would help you for my sake. You can deliver
them or not, as you please. But tell me, what are
you going to do if the Romans are out of the ques-
tion ?”’

‘‘T thought of going to Carthage,’’ answered the
young man in a hesitating voice.

‘‘Carthage!” repeated the king in astonishment.
‘Why, the place is doomed. It can’t hold out
more than a year—or two at the outside. And
then the Romans won’t leave so much as one stone
standing uponanother. They won’t run the chance
of having another Hannibal to deal with. Car-
thage! You might as well put a noose round
your neck at once!”

‘*T hope not, sire,’ said the young man. ‘ And
in any case I have only Carthage and Rome to
choose between.”’

‘‘ Well,” replied the old king after a pause, “ you
must go your own way. But still I can help you,
at least with some provision for the journey. Put
your hand under my pillow and you will find a
key.”



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The young man did as he was told.

‘*Now open that chest in yonder corner, and
bring me a casket that you will find wrapped up in
a crimson shawl.”’

Cleanor brought the casket and put it into the
king’s hands. Masinissa unlocked it and took out
a rouleau of gold pieces, which he gave to Cleanor.
‘That will be useful for the present,’’ he said ;
“but gold is a clumsy thing, and you can hardly
carry about with you what would serve for a single
year. This bit of parchment is an order for a thou-
sand ounces of gold—five hundred thousand ses-
terces in Roman money—on Caius Rabirius, knight,
of the Coelian Hill in Rome, who has kept some
money for me for thirty years or more. You can
sell the parchment to Bocchar the banker in Cirta
here. He will charge you something for his com-
mission, but it will save you trouble. And he will
keep the money for you, or whatever part of it you
please. It is a very handy way of carrying about
money; but there is another that is more handy
still.”

The old man took out a small leather bag full of
precious stones. ‘These,’ he said, ‘‘you can al-
ways hide. It is true that the merchants will cheat
you more or less when you want to sell them. Still,
you will find these stones very useful.”’

The jewels were worth at least five times as much





‘“THE OLD KING, THOUGH HIS EYES WERE OPEN, DID NOT
SEEM TO SEK CLEANOR”



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as the order on the parchment. ‘‘It is too much,”’
murmured the Greek. ‘‘I did not expect——’

“Tt is true that you did not expect. I have seen
that all along, and that is one of the reasons why I
give it. And as for the ‘too much,’ you must leave
me to judge about that. My sons will find treasure
enough when they come to divide my goods between
them. I have been saving all my life, and this is
but a trifle which they will not miss, and which you
will find very useful. And now give me another
cup of wine. After this I will sleep awhile. You
will stay—and don’t let that young villain Jugur-
tha come near me.”’

Two or three hours afterwards Cleanor was star-
tled to see the old man raise himself in bed, a thing
which he had not been able to do without help for
three or four days past. He hastened to the bed-
side, but the king, though his eyes were wide open,
did not seem to see him. Yet something there was
that he saw; his was no vacant stare, but a look
full of tenderness. Then he began to speak, and
his voice had a soft tone of which Cleanor could
not have believed it capable.

‘* So, sweetest and fairest, you have not forgotten
me; you, as all men know, no one can forget. Why
am I in such haste? Nay, dearest, look in your
mirror for an answer. And besides, when you are
mine, the Romans can have nothing more to say.



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Till to-morrow, then—but stay, let me give you a
little token. Nay ’’—and his voice changed in an
instant to a note of horror—‘‘ what, pray, has
changed my love-gift into this? Faugh!”

And with a gesture as of one who dashed some-
thing to the ground, he sank down upon the bed,
and in another moment was sleeping again.

Early the next morning the king’s three sons, who
had heard the physician’s report of their father’s
health, arrived at the palace. Their emotion, as
they knelt by the dying king, was genuine, though
probably not very deep. The old man was perfectly
self-possessed and calm.

‘My sons,”’ he said, ‘‘I have done my best for
you. Probably you will not like it. What is there,
indeed, that you would all like? But lay your
hands on my head and swear that you will accept
what I have done. What it is you had best not

1In his youth Masinissa was betrothed to Sophonisba, the accomplished
and beautiful daughter of Hasdrubal, son of Gisco. The engagement was
broken off for political reasons. Hasdrubal made Sophonisba’s hand the
price of an alliance which he wished Syphax, Masinissa’s rival in the struggle
for the Numidian throne, to contract with Carthage. In the war that fol-
lowed, Syphax was defeated, first by the Romans, afterwards by Masinissa
himself, who took Cirta, his capital, and in it Sophonisba. To marry her at
once seemed to the conqueror the only way of saving her from the Romans,
But the marriage did not suit the policy of Rome, which dreaded the hostile
influence which such a woman might exercise. Scipio (the Elder), who was
in command, insisted that Sophonisba should be given up; and Masinissa, to
save her the humiliation of captivity, sent her a cup of poison.



THE LAST OF A VETERAN 3l

know till I am gone. But trust me that I have
been just to all of you.”

The princes took the oath.

‘*Cleanor here knows where I have put away my
testament, but he is bound by me not to tell till I
am buried. And now farewell! Don’t wait for the
end. You will have your hands full, I warrant, as
soon as the tribes know that the old man is gone.”’

The princes left the room and the old man turned
his face to the wall and seemed to sleep. All the
rest of that day Cleanor watched, but noticed no
change. Just before dawn he heard the sleeper
draw two or three deep breaths. He bade the slave
who was in waiting in the ante-chamber call the
physician.

But the man of science found no movement either
of pulse or heart. When he held a mirror to the
mouth, there was not the faintest sign of breath
upon it. The world had seen the last of one of the
most wonderful of its veterans.



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CHAPTER IV

SCIPIO

HE old king’s body was roughly embalmed, in
order to give some time before the celebration

of the funeral. This was a more splendid and im-
pressive ceremony than had ever been witnessed in
that region. The news of Masinissa’s death had
been carried far into the interior with that strange,
almost incredible rapidity with which great tidings
commonly travel in countries that have no regular
means of communication. The old man had been
one of the most prominent figures in Northern Africa
for a space more than equal to an ordinary lifetime.
Nor had he been one of the rulers who shut them-
selves up in their palaces, and are known, not in
their persons, but by their acts. His long life had’
been spent, one might say, in the saddle. There was
not a chief in the whole region that had not met
him, either as friend or as foe. Many had heard
from their fathers or grandfathers the traditions of
his craft as a ruler and his prowess as a warrior,
and now they came in throngs to pay him the last
honours. From the slopes of the Atlas range far to
the west, and from the south as faras the edge of
what is now called the Algerian Sahara, came the



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desert chiefs, some of them men who had never been
seen within the walls of acity. For that day, at
least, were suspended all the feuds of the country,
many and deadly as they were. It was the greatest,
as it was the last, honour that could be paid to the
great chief who had done so much to join these
warring atoms into a harmonious whole.

The bier was carried by representatives of the
states which had owned the late king’s sway. Be-
hind it walked his three sons; these again were fol-
lowed by the splendid array of the war-elephants
with their gorgeous trappings. The wise beasts,
whom the degenerate successors of the old African
races have never been able to tame,! seemed to feel
the nature of the occasion, and walked with slow
step and downcast mien. Behind the elephants
came, rank after rank, what seemed an almost inter-
minable cavalcade of horsemen. The procession
was finished by detachments of Roman troops, both
infantry and cavalry, a striking contrast, with their
regular equipment and discipline, to the wild riders
from the plains and hills of the interior.

_ The funeral over, there was a great banquet, a
scene of wild and uproarious festivity—a not un-
natural reaction from the enforced gravity of the
morning’s proceedings. Cleanor, who had the sober

11t is the Asiatic elephant only that has been domesticated in modern

times, and taught to utilize his strength in the service of man.

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habits which belonged to the best type of Greeks,
took the first opportunity that courtesy allowed of
withdrawing from the revel.

He made his way to a secluded spot which he
had discovered in the wild garden or park attached
to the palace, and threw himself down on the turf,
near a little waterfall. The fatigues of the day,
for he had taken a great part in the ordering of
the morning’s ceremonial, and the exhausting heat
of the banqueting hall had predisposed him to
sleep, and the lulling murmur of the water com-
pleted the charm. ;

When he awoke, he found that he was no longer
alone. A stranger in Roman dress was standing
by, and looking down upon him with a kindly
smijie. When the young Greek had collected his
thoughts, he remembered that he had already seen
and been impressed by the new-comer’s features
and bearing. Then it dawned upon him that he
was the officer in command of the detachinent of
Roman soldiers that had been present at the obse-
quies of the king.

And, indeed, the man was not one to be hastily
passed over, or lightly forgotten. Inthe full vigour
of manhood—he was just about to complete his
thirty-seventh year—he presented a rare combina-
tion of strength and refinement. His face had the
regularity and fine chiselling of the Greek type, the



SCIPIO 35

nose, however, having something of the aquiline
form, which is so often one of the outward: charac-
teristics of military genius. The beauty of the
features was set off by the absence of moustache
and beard, a fashion then making its way in Italy,
but still uncommon elsewhere. To the Greek it at
once suggested the familiar artistic conception of
the beardless Apollo.

But the eyes were the most remarkable feature
of the face. They expressed with a rare force, as
the occasion demanded, kindliness, a penetrating
intelligence, or a righteous indignation against evil.
But over and above these expressions, they had from
time to time a look of inspiration. They seemed to
see something that was outside and beyond mortal
limits. In after years it was often said of Scipio— |
my readers will have guessed that I am speaking
of Scipio—that he talked with the gods. Ordinary
observers did not perceive, or did not understand it.
To a keen and sensitive nature, such as Cleanor’s,
it appealed with a force that may almost be called
irresistible. All this did not reveal itself imme-
diately to the young man, but he felt at once, as no
one ever failed to feel, the inexplicable charm of
Scipio’s personality.

*“So you, too,’ said the Roman, ‘‘have escaped
from the revellers ?”’

Cleanor made a movement as if to rise.



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‘* Nay,” said the other, ‘‘ do not disturb yourself.
Let me find a place by you ;”’ and he seated himself
on the grass. ‘‘Whata home for a naiad is this
charming little spring! But you will say that a
Roman has no business to be talking of naiads. It
is true, perhaps. Our hills, our streams, our oaks
have no such presences in them. We have borrowed
them from you. Ourdeities are practical. We have
a goddess that makes the butter to come in the
churn, curdles the milk for the cheese, and helps
the cow to calve. There is not a function or an
employment that has not got its patron or pa-
troness. But we have not peopled the world of
nature with the gracious and beautiful presences
which your poets have imagined. Nor, I fancy,”
he added, with a smile, ‘‘ have your African friends
done so.”

Cleanor, who would in any case have been too
courteous to show to a casual stranger the hostility
which he cherished against the Roman nation, felt
at once the charm of the speaker’s manner. He was
struck, too, by the purity of the Roman’s Greek
accent, and by the elegance of his language, with
which no fault could have been found except, per-
haps, that it was more literary than colloquial.
He laughingly acknowledged the compliment which
the Roman had paid to the poetical genius of his
countrymen.



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A brisk conversation on literary topics followed.
Cleanor, who was of a studious turn, had spent a
year at Athens, listening to the philosophical
teachers who were the successors of Plato at the
Academy, and another year at Rhodes, then the
most famous rhetorical school in the world. Scipio,
on the other hand, was one of the best-read men of
his age. He was a soldier and a politician, and had
distinguished himself in both capacities, but his
heart was given to letters. In private life he sur-
rounded himself with the best representatives of
Greek and Roman culture. He now found in the
young Greek, with whose melancholy history he was
acquainted, a congenial spirit. Cleanor, on the other
hand, who had something of the Greek’s readiness
to look down upon all outsiders as barbarians, was
astonished to see how wide and how deep were the
attainments of his new acquaintance.

The two thus brought together had many oppor-
tunities of improving the acquaintance thus begun.
Scipio had to carry out the details of the division
of royal functions mentioned in my last chapter.
This was not a thing to be done in a day. The three
brothers accepted - the principle readily. enough,
though they felt that the one to whom the army
had been allotted had the lion’s share of power.
But when the principles came to be applied there
were endless jealousies and differences of opinion.



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It required all Scipio’s tact and personal influence
to keep the peace unbroken.

When this complicated business was finished, or
at least put in a fair way of being finished, an un-
toward event cut short Scipio’s sojourn in Africa.
Two new commanders came out to take charge of
the Roman army before Carthage. Scipio knew
them to be rash and incompetent, and was unwilling
to incur the. responsibility of serving under them.
Accordingly he asked for permission to resign his
command—he held the rank of tribune The con-
suls, on the other hand, were not a little jealous of
their subordinate’s reputation, and, above all, of
his name. A Scipio at Carthage had a prestige
which no one else could hope to rival, and they
were glad to get rid of him.

This interruption of an acquaintance which was
rapidly ripening into friendship had an important
bearing on Cleanor’s life. If anyone could have
reconciled him to Rome, Scipio was the man.
Scipio gone, the old feelings, only too well justified
as they were, revived in full force. Hostility to
Rome became, indeed, the absorbing passion of his
life. It was a passion, however, which he concealed
with the finesse natural to his race. For the pres-
ent his purpose could, he conceived, be better served

1About equivalent to a colonel in our army. There were five tribunes in
the legion or brigade, and these commanded in turn.



A GREAT SCHEME 39

outside the walls of Carthage than within them.
Accordingly he accepted an offer from Mastanabal
that he should undertake the duties of a private -
secretary.

CHAPTER V
A GREAT SCHEME

CIPIO’S forebodings as to the incapacity of the
new generals were rapidly justified. The siege
operations had not been uniformly successful before
they took over the command. There had been losses
as wellas gains. Still, on the whole, the besiegers
had the balance of advantage. The defence had
been broken down at more points than one. Car-
thage was distinctly in a worse position than it had
been three months after the breaking out of the
war. The besieged had done some damage to the
Roman fleet, had burnt a considerable extent of
siege-works, and had suffered a distinctly smaller
loss in killed and wounded than they had been able
to inflict on their assailants.

But if the damage that they suffered was less
than that which they did, still it was less capable
of being repaired, often indeed could not be repaired
at all. If a ship was burnt, they could not build an-



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other ; the losses of the garrison could not be filled
up; the general waste of strength could not be re-
paired. Carthage, in short, had only itself to draw
upon as a reserve ; Rome had all the countries that
bordered on the Mediterranean, from Greece west-
ward. These were advantages which were certain
to tell in the long run, but meanwhile much might
occur to delay the final victory.

The first thing to happen in the Roman camp was
that supplies began to fall short. The country round
Carthage was, of course, so much wasted by this
time that practically nothing could be drawn from
it. Further off, indeed, there was plenty of food
and forage, but the natives showed no readiness in
bringing it into camp. The fact was that there was
no market; buyers there were in plenty, but not
buyers with money in hand, for the military chest
was empty, and the pay of the soldiers months in
arrear.

The consequence of this was that the Roman
generals practically raised the siege of Carthage,
and devoted their time and strength to reducing the
Carthaginian towns, hoping thus to supply their
wants. But in this attempt they made very little
progress. They began by attacking the town of
Clypea. Here they failed. The fleet could not make
its way into the harbour, which the townspeople
had effectually protected by sinking a couple of



A GREAT SCHEME Al

ships in the entrance, and the Roman engineers
could not reach the walls of the town.

They had better fortune with another small town
in the neighbourhood, though their success was
gained in a not very creditable way. The towns-
people were disposed to come to terms, and a con-
ference between their representatives and the Roman
generals was accordingly held. Terms were agreed
upon, and the agreement had been actually signed,
when some soldiers made their way into the town.
The Romans at once broke up the meeting, and
treated the place as if it had been taken by storm.
This conduct was, of course, as unwise as it was
wicked. Next to nothing was gained by the false-
hood, while every Carthaginian dependency resolved
to resist to the uttermost.

Hippo was the next place to be attacked. After
Carthage and Utica—the Roman head-quarters were
at Utica—Hippo was the largest and most impor-
tant town in Northern Africa. Its docks, its har-
bour, its walls were on a grand scale. Two hundred
years before, Agathocles, tyrant of Syracuse, in his
desperate struggle with Carthage, had made it the
base of his operations. A lavish expenditure, di-
rected by the best engineers of the time, had made
it almost impregnable.

The Roman generals had, indeed, excellent rea-
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they could hardly hope to capture Carthage, for it
stood almost between their own head-quarters and
that city, and commanded the route by which
stores had to be carried to the besieging army. But
the Roman forces were quite unequal to the under-
taking. Twice did the people of Hippo, helped by
a sally from Carthage, destroy the siege-works, and
when the time for retiring to winter quarters ar-
rived, nothing had been accomplished by the be-
slegers.

All this did vast damage to the prestige of the
Romans. Far-seeing persons were convinced, as I
have said, that the future belonged to them; but
ordinary observers began to think, and not without
some excuse, that their decline had begun. Among
these were two out of three sons of King Masi-
nissa. Possibly dissatisfaction had something to
do with their state of mind. Each had expected to
get more than Scipio’s award had given him; both
grudged to Gulussa the command of the troops,
suspecting that this meant in the end their own
subjection to him. Gulussa himself seemed to be
still loyal to Rome, but the general discontent had
not failed to reach some of the high placed officers
in his army.

Cleanor was still with Mastanabal, and, of course,
watched the progress of affairs with intense interest.
His hopes rose high when tidings reached the palace



A GREAT SCHEME 43

that the Romans had abandoned the siege of Hippo.
At the evening meal that day the subject was dis-
cussed, but in a very guarded way, for the prince
was still, at least in name, an ally of Rome, and
his young secretary, for this was the office which
Cleanor now filled, was too discreet to ignore the
fact. The hour for retiring had almost come when
the confidential slave who waited on the prince
hurriedly entered the chamber and placed a letter
in his hands. It was a double tablet closely bound
together with cords of crimson silk, these again
being secured by seals. Hastily cutting the cords
with the dagger which he carried at his waist, the
prince read the communication with that impassive
and inscrutable look which it is one of the necessi-
ties of a despotic ruler to acquire. Rising shortly
after from table he bade the young Greek good-
night, but added, as if by an after-thought, ‘‘ But
stay, I have a book, a new acquisition, to show
you. Come into the library.”

The library was a small inner room, of a semi-
circular shape, which opened out of the dining-hall.
It had this great advantage, contemplated, no
doubt, by the builder who designed it, that conver-
sations held in it could not by any possibility be
‘overheard. It had an outer wall everywhere except
on the side which adjoined the dining-hall. It was
built on columns, so that no one could listen be-



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neath, and there was no storey over it. As long as
the outer chamber was empty, absolute secrecy was
ensured. Only a bird of the air could carry the
matters discussed in it.

‘‘Listen, Cleanor,’’ said the prince, and pro-
ceeded to read the following letter :

Hasdrubal, son of Gisco, to King Mastanabal
greeting. Know that if you would save Africa,
now, and now only, you hare the opportunity.
The komans have fled from Hippo fewer by a
third than when they first attacked it. Bithyas,
commander of Gulussa’s cavalry, has come over
to us with seven hundred of his best troopers.
Strike then along with us such a blow as shail
rid us of this devouring Beast now and for ever.
Hise you shall yourself surely be devoured.
Think not that when Carthage is destroyed, there
shall be any hope left for Numidia. Farewell!

“What think you of this, Cleanor?”’ the king
asked, after a pause. ‘‘I know well enough that
you have no liking for the Romans. Indeed, why
should you? But you can judge of how things
stand ; judge, doubtless, better in some ways than I
can, for there are many things that we kings never
see. Speak frankly. No one can overhear us.”

“Sire,” replied the young Greek, “it wants, I
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profitable counsel. I hate Rome, but I fear her.
She makes blunders without number, *but always
manages to succeed in the end. She chooses mere
fools and braggarts for her generals, but always
finds the right man at last. So I read her history.
There was a time when everyone believed that
Hannibal would make an end of her, and yet she
survived. She lost army after army, yet conquered
in the end. After a Flaminius and a Varro‘ she
found a Scipio. And she has a Scipio now. I saw
him, sire, the other day, and felt that he was a
great man.”

‘But he is too young,” interrupted the king.
““Ffe wants some five years yet of the age when he
can be put in chief command.”’

“True, sire; but when a man is absolutely nec-
essary they will have him, be he young or old.”

‘Then there is their unending civil strife. What
of that!”

‘‘Tt makes for us, no doubt. But even that they
can drop on occasion.”

After a pause of some minutes Mastanabal spoke
again.

“Then, what do you advise ?”’

‘*Sire,”’ replied the young Greek, ‘“‘I would ad-
vise you for the present todo nothing. Let me an-

1Flaminius commanded at the disastrous battle of Lake Trasumennus,
Varro at the still more disastrous defeat of Canna.



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swer this letter in person, and answer it as I think
best, if you can trust me so far. I have a plan, for
I have been thinking of these matters night and day.
But don’t ask me what itis. Itis better that you
should know nothing about it. Iwill start at once.
Tt might look well if you were to send some troopers
in pursuit. Of course they must not catch me.
Put Juba in command, and we may rely on their
not being too active.’

“Will you carry any token from me?”’ asked the
king.

““No, sire, it is better not. Let me have the let-
ter; that will be enough. Will you forgive me if
I steal Whitefoot from her stable ?”’

‘‘Take her or any other horse that you want.
Have you money enough ?”’

‘‘ Ample, sire ; your good father provided me with
that.”

‘‘Then, farewell! Youmake mecurious, but I sup-
pose that I may not ask any questions. Inany case,
and whatever happens, count me as a sure friend.”

Before midnight Cleanor was well on his way to
Carthage. At the first signs of dawn he drew rein,
and halted for the day at a small cluster of palms,
where there was abundance of herbage for his horse.
Starting again at nightfall he reached the camp of
Hasdrubal just as the light was showing itself in
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A GREAT SCHEME 47

pitched outside the city. The larger half of the
Carthaginian army occupied it. The remainder of
the troops were stationed within the walls under
the command of another Hasdrubal.

Cleanor, who had contrived to learn something
about the arrangements of the camp, gave himself
up into the hands of the officer commanding an out-
lying picket. Hasdrubal’s letter proved, as he had
anticipated, a sufficient passport, and he was con-
ducted, after taking a few hours’ rest, into the
general’s presence.

The personality of Hasdrubal was not by any
means attractive, and Cleanor could not help com-
paring his puny physique and sinister expression
with the commanding figure and noble countenance
of Scipio. The Carthaginian may be best described
by saying that he resembled the more ignoble type
of Jew. It is often forgotten that the Phoenician
race, of which the Carthaginian people was the
principal offshoot, was closely akin to the Hebrew
in blood and language! Hasdrubal showed the
relationship plainly enough. His black, ringlety
hair, prominent nose, thick, sensual lips, and keen
but shifty eyes, were just such as might have been

1 Carthage was Kirjath-Hadeschath, the ‘‘new town” (opposed to Tyre,
which was the old); its chief magistrates were Shophetim (Latinized into
Suffetes), the Hebrew word for “judges.” Barca was a well-known name,
corresponding to the Hebrew Barak, and meaning “‘ lightning.”



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seen at that day in the meaner quarters of Jeru-
salem or Alexandria (then become the second capital
of the Jews), and at the present time in the London
Whitechapel or the Roman Ghetto.

On the present occasion, however, Hasdrubal wore
his most pleasing expression. He was genuinely
delighted to see Cleanor, as much delighted as he was
astonished, for he had taken it for granted that the
young man had perished in the destruction of Chelys.

“Hail, Cleanor!’’ he cried with a heartiness that
was not in the least affected. ‘‘ What good fortune
has restored you to us? we had long given you up
as dead.”

Cleanor gave him in the fewest possible words a
sketch of what had happened.

‘*And what can Ido for you ?”’ continued Has-
drubal. ‘‘If, as I hope, you are come to join us, I
can find plenty of work for you. Things are look-
ing more bright for Carthage than they have done
for years past. We shall soon have all Africa with
us. When that happens the Romans will have
nothing left them but the ground that they stand
on, and even that, I hope, not very long. You have
heard of Bithyas with his squadron coming over to
us? We shall soon have the rest of Gulussa’s army
following him, and then there will be Gulussa him-
self and his brothers. You have been in Mastana-
bal’s household ; tell me how he stands.”’



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Cleanor produced in answer Hasdrubal’s own let-
ter. ‘‘The king’s position,’’ he went on, ‘‘is a very
difficult one, and he must act with the greatest cau-
tion in your interests as well asin his own. If he
declares himself too soon, his brothers will most
certainly take the other side. What is wanted is
a combination so strong as to compel all the three
to declare themselves together. He wishes well to
you; that I can say positively.”

‘That is good as far as it goes, though I should
have liked something more definite.”

‘“May I put before you,”’ said Cleanor, ‘‘an idea
which has been working for some time in my head ?
Tam afraid that it is somewhat presumptuous in a
youth such as I am to discuss such things; still, if
you are willing to hear——’’

‘“Say on, my young friend,’ cried the Cartha-
ginian ; ‘‘a son of your house is not likely to say
anything but what is worth hearing.”

‘*T spoke of a combination which would enable
Mastanabal to declare himself. Don’t you think
such a combination might be made among all those
who hate Rome or fear her? First there is my own
nation. The League’ is, I have heard, little satis-

1 By the ‘‘ League” Cleanor means the Achwan League, a combination orig-
inally of the cities of Achaia proper, or the southern shore of the Corin-
thian Gulf, but afterwards extended over the greater part of Mainland
Greece.

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fied with its powerful friends, and it needs only a

little blowing to set that fire a-blazing. Then there
are the Macedonians, who haven’t forgotten that
they were masters of the world not so very long
ago. There is Syria, there is Egypt, both of them
afraid of being swallowed up before long. There
are the Jews, kinsmen of your own, I believe. Is it
not so?”

“Yes,” said the Carthaginian, “‘kinsmen, but not
friends I fear that we shall not get much help
there.”’

‘‘Then there is Spain. What do you know, sir,
of Spain? Is there any chance of a rising ?”’

‘‘The northern tribes? still hold their own, but
they will hardly go outside their own borders.
They are quite content to be free themselves with-
out thinking of others. Still, there is something
that might be done in Spain. Only, unluckily, the
Spaniards don’t love us any more than they love
the Romans. Perhaps they love us rather less.
However, this is a promising scheme of yours, my
young friend. Ah! if it had not been for you
Greeks we should have had all the shores of the
Sea’ long ago. We never could get you out of

1 The Cantabri (now the Basques), who were not subdued by Rome for
more than a century after this time.

? By the “Sea” Hasdrubal means the Mediterranean , outside the Pillars
of Hercules (Gibraltar and Tangiers) was the Ocean (the Atlantic).



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Sicily. It would be strange if you were now to
make amends to us for all the mischief that you
have done.”’ ;

Cleanor, who had read history to some purpose,
could not help thinking to himself that mankind
would hardly have been better off than it was if
Carthage had been mistress of the west. But he
put away the thought. His lot was cast, and he
could not, would not change it. The memory of the
inexpiable wrong that he had suffered swept over
his mind, and he set himself resolutely to carry out
his purpose.

‘“‘And what do you suggest?’’ continued Has-
drubal.

‘*To go myself and see what can be done,”’ re-
plied the Greek.

“Good! And let no time be lost. I don’t mean
that you are one to lose time; that you certainly
are not; I mean that we had better not say any-
thing about this to the authorities inside the walls.
There will be questions, debates, delays, nothing
settled, I feel sure, till it is too late. You must go
unofficially, but I will give you letters of commen-
dation which you will find useful. Succeed, and
there is nothing that you may not ask, and get,
from Carthage and from me. When shall you be
ready to start?”
me To-day.”’



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*‘ And whither do you propose to go first ?”’

‘First, of course, to Greece; then to Macedonia.
I hear that there is someone there who calls him-
self the son of King Philip, and that the Macedo-
nians are flocking to his standard.”

“So be it. Farewell; and Hercules be with
you!”

CHAPTER VI

THE MISSION

LEANOR’S interview with Hasdrubal was fol-
lowed by a long conversation with one of his
staff, Gisco by name, in which were discussed the
best and safest means of crossing from Africa to
Greece. The Greek might have had at his command
the best and fleetest war-galley in the docks of Car-
thage, but the idea did not at all commend itself to
him. The harbour was not actually blockaded—
Roman seamanship was hardly equal to maintain-
ing a blockade, which often means the imminent —
peril of lying off a lee-shore—but it was pretty
closely watched ; the sea in the neighbourhood was
patrolled by Roman ships, and the chances were at
least equal that a Carthaginian galley would be
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reach Kurope, and more than likely that if so chal-
lenged it would be captured. Some kind of dis-
guise seemed to be far more promising of safety,
and the more obscure the disguise the better the
promise.

A little fleet of vessels was about to sail from one
of the coast villages for the autumn tunny-fishing,
and. Cleanor resolved to embark on one of them. It
had been one of his boyish delights to spend a few
days from time to time at sea, and he had a long-
standing acquaintance, which might almost have
been called a friendship, with the veteran master of
one of these craft. The tunny-fishing had always
been too long an affair for the lad, who had his
duties at home to attend to. The boats were about
a month or more from home if the shoals had to be
followed far, for the tunny is a fish that lives
mostly in deep water. But there was a standing
engagement that some day or other, when he hap-
pened to have leisure sufficient, the thing was to be
done. Syphax—this was the old fisherman’s name
—knew nothing about his visitor except that he
was @ merry, companionable lad who had a suffi-
cient command of gold pieces. To politics he paid
no attention whatever. If there was war, it made no
difference to him except, possibly, to increase the
market for his tunnies, and raise the price. Romans
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they paid honestly for them, it did not matter to
the fisherman what they did in other matters.

When, therefore, two or three days after his visit
to Hasdrubal’s camp, the Greek knocked at the
door of Syphax’s little house by the sea, he received
a hearty welcome, and was asked no inconvenient
questions.

‘“You’re just in time, young sir,’’ cried the old
man, ‘‘if you are come for the tunnies. We start
at sunset, and, if we have luck, we shall be among
them by dawn to-morrow. Just now the shoals are
pretty near, and we may catch a boat-load before
the new moon—it is just full to-day. But you are
not in a hurry, I hope, if we should have to go
further afield.’’

‘All right, Syphax!” replied Cleanor. ‘‘I shall
be able to see it through this time.”

The old man, who had, indeed, the experience of
sixty years to draw from, was quite right in his pre-
diction that they would find themselves among the
tunnies at dawn. They had been able to get over
a considerable distance during the night. At first
their progress had been slow, forit was a dead calm,
and the sweeps had to be used. About midnight,
when they were well out of the shelter of the land,
a light breeze from the southsprang up. The broad
lateen sail was gladly hoisted, and the little craft
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some six or seven miles an hour. Cleanor, who had
fallen asleep shortly after midnight, not a little
fatigued by the share which he had insisted on
taking in the rowing, was awakened, after what
seemed to him five minutes of slumber, by the
captain.

‘“See,”’ cried the old man, ‘“‘there they are yon-
der. Thanks to Dagon, we have got among them
quite as soon as I hoped.”’

And sure enough, about three hundred yards off,
just in a line with the sun, which was beginning to
lift a crimson disk out of the sea, the water seemed
positively alive with fish, little and big. The tun-
nies had got among a shoal of sardines, and were
busy with the chase. Every now and then some
score of small fry would throw themselves wildly
out of the water to escape their pursuer; behind
them the water swirled with the rush of some mon-
ster.fish, whose great black fin might be discerned,
by a keen eye, just showing above the surface.
Elsewhere, one of the tunnies would leap bodily
into the air, his silvery side gleaming in the almost
level rays of the rising sun. The sail had already
been lowered, and the sweeps, after some dozen
strokes to give a little way to the vessel in the right
direction, had been shipped again. In another min-
ute the little craft had quietly glided into the mid-
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Cleanor, in spite of all the grave preoccupation
of his mind, was still young enough to enjoy the
brisk scene which followed. There were two ways
of securing the fish: the harpoon was one; the
hand-line was the other, the hook being baited with
a small fish or with a bit of brilliant red cloth.
Syphax and two of his sailors used the former.
Cleanor and the third sailor, a young man of about
the same age, as being not sufficiently expert with
the harpoon, were furnished with hand-lines.

The fun was fast and furious. At his very first
shot the captain drove his harpoon into the side of
a huge tunny. So strong was the creature that it
positively towed the boat after it for a few minutes.
This gave to Cleanor’s baited hook exactly the mo-
tion that was wanted. It was soon seized with a
force which jerked the line out of his hand, and
would infallibly have carried it away altogether,
had it not been wound round his leg, more, it must
be confessed, by accident than by design.

A sharp struggle followed. For some time the
fisherman seemed to get no nearer to securing his

fish. It would suffer itself to be drawn up a few
yards, and would then by a fierce rush recover and
even increase its distance. But the line was of a
thickness and strength which allowed any strain to
be put upon it, and the hook was firmly fastened
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creature’s only chance of escape was that the tre-
mendous jerks it gave might flatten the barb of the
hook. This did not happen, for Syphax took good
care that all his tackle should be of the very best
quality, and, after a conflict of half an hour, Cleanor
had the satisfaction of seeing his prey turn helpless
and exhausted on to its side. He drew it up close
to the vessel, glad enough to give a little rest to his
fingers, which were actually bleeding with the fric-
tion of the line. A sailor put his fingers into the
animal’s gills, and lifted it by a great effort over
the gunwale. It weighed a little more than a hun-
dred pounds.

The sport continued till noon, only interrupted
by a few short intervals when the shoal moved away
and had to be followed. By noon so many fish had
been secured that it became necessary to take meas-
ures for preserving them. They were split open and
cleaned. The choicest portions were immersed in
casks which held a liquid used for pickling ; other
parts were salted lightly or thoroughly, according
as they were intended for speedy consumption or
otherwise.

‘““You have brought us good luck,” said Syphax
to his guest, as they shared the last meal after a
day’s hard work. ‘In all my experience—and it
goes back sixty years at least—I don’t remember
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this and we shall have a full cargo, and may go
home again.”

He had hardly spoken when his eye was caught
by a strange appearance in the water—strange,
that is, to Cleanor, but only too familiar and intel-
ligible to the old man.

“Ah!” he cried, ‘‘ I thought that it was too good
to last. Do yousee that eddy yonder? And look,
there is the brute’s back-fin.”’

‘‘What is it?’’? asked Cleanor.

‘A shark, of course,’ replied the old man.
‘They never bode any good to anyone. Dagon
only knows where we shall find the tunnies again.
They will be leagues away from here by sunrise to-
molrow, and there is no telling what way they will
go. However, we have done pretty well, even if we
don’t see them again this moon. To-night we will
lie-to ; it will be time enough in the morning to de-
cide what is to be done.”

-Cleanor had begun to fear that his experiment
might turn out to be a failure. Nothing, he knew,
would induce the old man to sail another league
away from home when once his cargo had been
completed. Accordingly he had hailed the shark’s
appearance with delight as soon as he comprehend-
ed what it meant, and now he turned to sleep with
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prophet. The next morning, and for many morn-
ings afterwards, not a tunny was to be seen. The
weather, however, continued fine, and the little
craft made its way in a leisurely fashion towards
the north-east, a sharp look-out being kept by day,
and, as far as was possible, by night, for the object
of pursuit.

Two days had passed in this way when masses
of floating sea-weed and flocks of gulls began to
warn the captain that he was drawing near the land.

‘‘We have been on the wrong tack,” he said to
Cleanor, ‘‘and must put her head about. We are
more likely to find the fish in deep water than here.”

‘¢ Where are we, then?’’ asked the Greek.

“Almost within sight of Lilybaeum, as far as I
can guess.”’

Cleanor felt that it was time toact. ‘* Will you
do me a favour?”’ he said.

‘Certainly,’ replied the old man, ‘‘if I possibly
can.’’

“Well, then, put me ashore.”’

“That is easy enough, if I am not wrong in my
guess as to our whereabouts. How long do you
want to stay? I should not like to lose this fine
weather. As for landing, I should have had to do
that in any case, for we are getting short of water.”

“‘T don’t want you to wait for me. Only land
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‘“What! Tired of the business, I suppose. Well,
we have been a long time doing nothing, but we
must come across the tunnies soon.”

Cleanor, who was anxious above all things not to
be thought to have any serious object in view, al-
lowed that the time did seem a little long. He had
friends and kinsfolk, too, in Sicily, he said, and it
would be a pity to lose the opportunity of paying
them a visit. It was arranged, accordingly, that he
should be landed, and that the crew should replen-
ish their water-casks at the same time. He parted
with his friends on the best of terms. Two gold
pieces to the captain and one to each of the crew
sent them away in great glee, singing his praises as
the most open-handed young sportsman that they
had ever had to do with.

It is needless to relate in detail our hero’s journey
through Sicily. He bought a stout young horse,
one of the famous breed of Sicilian cobs, at Agri-
gentum, near which place he had been landed, and
reached Syracuse without further adventure. At
Syracuse he found a merchant vessel about to start
for Corinth, secured a berth in her, and reached
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CHAPTER VII

THE LAST OF THE GREEKS

OST of Cleanor’s fellow-passengers on board
the Wereid—tfor this was the name of the sin-
gularly un-nymphlike trading vessel that carried
him to Corinth—were a curious medley of races
and occupations. Corinth was the mart of the
western world, and was frequented, for business or
for pleasure, by all its races. There were soothsay-
ers from Egypt, who found their customers all the
more credulous because they boasted that they be-
lieved in nothing; Syrian conjurors ; Hebrew slave-
dealers; a mixed troop of commercial travellers ;
and a couple of grave-looking, long-bearded men
who, in spite of their philosophers’ cloaks, were
perhaps the greediest, the most venal of all.

One passenger, however, was of a very different
class. He was a Syracusan noble, erect and vigor-
ous, notwithstanding his seventy years, whose dig-
nified bearing and refined features spoke plainly
enough of high breeding and culture. He was a
descendant of Archias, the Corinthian emigrant,
who, some six centuries before, had founded the
colony of Syracuse, and he was coming, as he told
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companion, on a religious mission. The tie that
bound a Greek colony to the mother city had a cer-
tain sanctity about it. Sentiment there was, and
the bond of mutual advantage; but there was more,
a feeling of filial reverence and duty, which was ex-
pressed by appropriate solemnities.

‘‘T am bringing,’’ said Archias—he bore the same
name as his far-away ancestor—“ the yearly offering
from Syracuse the daughter to Corinth the mother.
I have done it now more than thirty times. But I
feel a certain foreboding that I shall not come on
the same errand again. If that means only that
my own time is near, itis nothing. I have had my
share of life. The gods have dealt bountifully with
me, and if they callme I shall go without grumbling.
But I can’t help feeling that it is something more
than the trifle of my own life that is concerned, that
some evil is impending either over Syracuse or over
Corinth. As for my own city, I don’t see where the
trouble is tocomefrom. We have long since bowed
our necks to the yoke, and we bear it without
wincing. For bearable it is, though it is heavy.
But for Corinth I own that I have many fears. She
is restless, she is vain; she has ambitions to which
she is not equal. The gods help her and save
her, or take me away before my eyes see her
ruin !”’

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Archias warmly invited his young friend to make
his home with him during his stay in Corinth.

“J have an apartment,’ he said, ‘‘reserved for
me in the home of the guest-friend of Syracuse.
The city rents it for me, and makes mean allowance
for the expenses of my journey. I feel bound to
accept it, though, without at all wishing to boast of
my wealth, I may say that I don’t need it. You
must not think that you are burdening a poor man
—that is all. I can introduce you to everybody
that is worth knowing in Corinth, and, if you have
any business on hand, shall doubtless be able to
help you. And it will be a pleasure, I assure you,
to have a companion who is not wearied with an old
man’s complaints of the new times.’’

Cleanor thankfully accepted the invitation. When
the Wereid reached the port of Corinth he found
that the Syracusan’s arrival had been expected. A
chariot was in waiting at the quay to convey them
to the city. At the apartment all preparations for
the comfort of the guests were complete—it was a
standing order that a provision sufficient for two
should be made. First there was the bath—more
than usually welcome after the somewhat squalid

conditions of life on board the merchantman—and .

after the bath a meal, excellently cooked and ele-
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more confidential with his new friend than he had
hitherto been. Naturally he had been very reserved,
giving no reason for Archias to suppose that he had
other objects in his travels than amusement or in-
struction. But he felt that it would be somewhat
ungracious to maintain this attitude while he was
enjoying so kind and generous an hospitality. Ina
conversation that was prolonged far into the night
he opened up his mind with considerable freedom.
His precise schemes he did not mention ; they were
scarcely his own secret; and he said nothing about
Hasdrubal, feeling—for he had studied history with
intelligence and sympathy—that a Syracusan noble
would scarcely look with favour on anything that
came from Carthage, the oldest and bitterest enemy
of his country. But he gave a general descrip-
tion of his hope and aim, a common union of the
world under the leadership of the Greek race
against the domination with which Rome was
threatening it.

The Syracusan listened with profound attention.
‘‘Tt has done me good,”’ he said, ‘‘to hear you. I
did not know that such enthusiasm was to be found
nowadays. Thevery word has gone out of fashion,
I may say fallen into disrepute. It used to mean
inspiration, now it meansmadness. Our young men
care for nothing but sport, and even their sport has
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but they hire men to drive them; the cestus! and
the wrestling ring are left to professional athletes.
The only game which they are not too languid to
practise with their own hands is the xottabos, and
the kotéabos* is not exactly that for which our
fathers valued all these things, a preparation for
war. I hate to discourage you, but I should be
sorry to see you ruining your life in some hopeless
cause.”’

‘* But, if I may say so much with all respect, isn’t
this exactly what has been said time after time?
May there not be something better than you think,
than anybody would think, in these frivolous young
fellows? Who would have thought Alcibiades any-
thing but a foolish fop, and yet what a soldier he
was when the time came! ”’

** Well, I hope that you are right,” replied the old
man; ‘‘only your Alcibiades must make haste to
show himself, or else it will be too late. But it is
not only this, the folly and frivolity of the youth,
that discourages me; it is the hopeless meanness
and jealousy of the various states. IfI could raise
from the dead the very best leadera Greek city ever
had, I should still despair. Now listen to the story

1 The ancient boxing-glove, a formidable construction, fitted to the hand,
of leather thongs heavily loaded with lead.

2 This consisted in throwing wine out of a cup into a bowl placed at some
distance. The game was played in various ways.

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that I have to tell you. Don’t think that Iam a
mere grumbler, who does his best to discourage
thoughts that are too high for him to understand ;
I speak from a bitter experience. But you shall
hear.

*“‘T am just old enough to remember the storm
and sack of my native city by the Romans. I was
but five years old, but even a child of five does not
forget when he sees, as I saw, his father and his
elder brother killed before his eyes. I should have
been killed myself—for the soldiers, who had suf-
fered terribly in the siege, spared no one—but for
Marcellus himself! He let the slave who waited on
me carry me off to his own hut. That worthy slave
and his good wife kept me for five years ont of their
scanty wages—he was a workman in the stone-
quarries, and she sold cakes to schoolboys in the
streets—till I was ten years old. Then interest was
made with the Senate at Rome, and part of the
family property was given back to me. You will
understand that I was very restless at Syracuse, but
Icould not move till I was twenty-five, for my
father’s will had fixed this age for my becoming my
own master. It is a custom in our family, and I
was too dutiful to think of breaking it. But the
moment I became my own master I made haste to
carry out a plan which I had long been thinking of.

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The famous soldier of the time was Philopcemen,
the Arcadian. It was a privilege to serve under
him as a volunteer, and there were always ten times
more applications than there were places to fill.
However, by great good luck, and partly, I may
say, through my having had the good fortune to
win the foot-race at Olympia, I was chosen. I
landed here—it is more than forty-five years ago—
and made my way to his homein Arcadia. He had
himself just come back from Sparta, which he had
brought over to the cause of Greece. Sparta, as I
dare say you know, has always cared much for her-
self, and very little for anything or anybody else,
I shall never forget what happened a few days after
my arrival. The Spartans, or, I should rather say,
the reforming party among the Spartans—for there
never was a Greek city yet but had two parties in it
at the very least—felt greatly obliged to him for
what he had done, and determined to make him a
present. Well, they sent three of their chief citi-
zens to offer it tohim. They came, and Philopcemen
entertained them. Of course he knew nothing about
the object of their coming, and they said nothing
about it. They seemed ill at ease—that I could not
help observing—though their host was all that was
courteous and agreeable ; but speak they couldn’ t.
There was something about the man which posi-
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next day they went away, leaving their offer un-
spoken. But as they could hardly go back to
Sparta with this story, they put the matter into the
hands of an old friend to carry out.

‘Tt seems an easy thing to get rid of a pocketful
of gold, but this man didn’t find itso. Everything
about Philopcemen was so simple, so frugal, he
seemed so absolutely above things of the kind, that
it was impossible to offer him money. The man
went away without saying anything. He came a
second time, and it was the same thing all over
again. I don’t say but what Philopcemen had now
some inkling of what wason hand. There wasa
twinkle in his eye, as if he was enjoying some joke
greatly. As for me, I was completely mystified.
Then the three Spartans came back again, and this
time they forced themselves to speak, and, of course,
did it in the clumsiest, most brutal fashion. It was
a large sum, too, a hundred and twenty talents,!
if I remember right.

“Philopoemen smiled. ‘My friends,’ he said,
‘you would have laid out this money very badly if
I were to take it. Don’t buy your friends; you
have them already. Buy your enemies.’

‘“‘And a good friend he showed himself. He

1 £27,000 in our money, reckoning by weight at five shillings per ounce for
silver. This would mean a great deal more in purchasing power, not less
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wasn’t in office then, and the President of the
League, having a difference with the Spartans in
some matter of no great importance, was all for us-
ing force.

‘«*Pray,’ said Philopemen to him, ‘ don’t do any-
thing of the kind. It is sheer madness to quarrel
with a great Greek state, when the Romans are on
the watch to take advantage of our divisions.’

‘‘And when he found that speaking was of no
use, he mounted his horse and rode straight to
Sparta—I was with him—to warn them of what was
going to be done. Sure enough, in the course of
ten days or so, the President comes with some five -
thousand men of his own and half a Roman le-
gion; but Sparta was ready. They had to go back
again without doing any harm. Some two months
afterwards he was chosen President—for the eighth
time it was—very much against his will, for he had
passed his seventieth year, and was hoping to spend
the rest of his days in peace. But it was not to be.
There was a revolution in Messene, one of the end-
less changes which tempt one to think, against
one’s own conscience, that the steady, fixed rule of
an able, honest tyrant is the best kind of govern-
ment that a state can have. The Messenians, ac-
cordingly, renounced the League. This might have
been endured ; but it was another matter when they
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borders. Philopcemen was lying sick with fever
at the timein Argos, but he left his bed immediately,
and was on horseback in less than an hour. I was
with him ; indeed, I never left him of my own free
will. Before nightfall we had reached his home in
Arcadia, four hundred furlongs was the distance,
and the roads about as rough and steep as you will
find anywhere in Greece. The next day he sent
round the city calling for volunteers. Some three
hundred joined him—gentlemen, all of them, who
furnished their own arms, and rode their own horses.
We had a smart brush with the enemy, and got the
better of them. But they were strongly reinforced,
and as we were now heavily overmatched, Philo-
poemen gave the signal to fall back. His one
thought now was to save the volunteers.

‘“<* They are the heart’s blood of the city,’ he said
to me, ‘and they must not be wasted.’

‘‘He placed himself with a few troopers, who
formed his body-guard, in the rear, and protected
their retreat. He was a famous swordsman, you
must know, and old as he was, there were very few
who cared to come to close quarters with him. But
of course they had their darts, and he was soon
wounded in several places, as, indeed, we all were.
And then on some very rough ground his horse
stumbled and threw him. He was an old man, you
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the fever fit—which was of the ague kind, caught
some years before when he was campaigning in
Crete—was coming upon him.

“« “Save yourselves,’ he said to us ; ‘your country
will want you for many years yet, but Iam an old
man.’
“However, he gave me leave to stay; the others
he commanded on their obedience to go. When
the enemy came up he had fainted. They thought
he was dead, and began to strip him of his arms,
but before they had finished he came to himself.
My blood boils to this day when I think how they
treated him. They bound his hands behind his
back, and drove him before them on foot as he was,
half-dead with fatigue and sickness.

“That night we bivouacked in the open. Some of
the troopers had a feeling of pity or shame. One
lent him his cloak to keep the cold off, though he
had to go without one himself; another shared his
‘ration of bread, dried meat, and rough wine with
him. On the evening of the next day we came to
Messene town, and I must do the townsfolk the
justice to say that the sight was not at all to their
liking. I heard many of them cursing the man—
Deinocrates was his name, and he was as ill-con-
ditioned a scoundrel as there was in Greece—who
had given the orders for it to be done. Still, no one
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termined to finish matters before he was hindered ;
for he knew perfectly well that the League would
spare nothing to get back their president.

‘‘He thrust him, therefore, into a dungeon that
was called the Treasury, a dreadful hole without a
window or door, but having the entrance to it
blocked by a huge stone. Deinocrates then held
a hurried council with some of his own party.
They voted with one accord for death. What fol-
lowed I heard from the executioner himself, who
was one of Deinocrates’ slaves. His story was this:

“““My master said to me, ‘‘ Take this cup’’—I
guessed from the look and the smell that it was
hemlock—‘‘ to the prisoner, and don’t leave him till
he drinks it.’ I went in—it wanted buta little time
to midnight —and found Philopcmen awake.
“* Ah!” he said, when he saw me, ‘‘ your master isa
generous man, and sends me, I doubt not, a draught
of one of his richest vintages. But before I drink
it, answer me, if you can, one question. Have any
prisoners been brought in?’’ I said that I had not
heard of any. ‘‘ None of the young horsemen that
were with me?”’ I said that I had not seen them.
He smiled and said, ‘‘ You bring good tidings.
Things have not gone altogether ill with me.” Then
he took the cup and drank it up without another
word. This done he lay down again. I watched
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he never moved. Just before cock-crow I judged
that he died, for it was then that breathing ceased,
and when I put my hand on his heart I could feel
nothing.’

“That was the end of Philopcemen, ‘the last of
the Greeks,’ as I heard an enemy, a Roman, call
him. And what, my dear young friend, can Greece
do without Greeks ?”’

CHAPTER VIII
THE CORINTHIAN ASSEMBLY

LEANOR was of far too sanguine a tempera-
ment to allow himself to be daunted by the
gloomy reminiscences of his friend. ‘‘ Things,’’ he
said to himself, ‘‘are altered since then. Rome is
more manifestly formidable, for she has rid herself
of more than one rival. The mere instinct of self-
preservation must make those that are left unite.’’
Still, he could not hide from himself various dis-
couraging facts that forced themselves upon his
notice. In the first place Corinth, or, rather, the
Corinthian people, disappointed him. The place
itself was intensely interesting; he did not know
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past that it had to show, or the evidences of a pros-
perous present with which it abounded.

At one time he would make his way to the high-
est point of the citadel, the Acro-Corinthus, and ~
look down upon the city, crowded as it was with
temples, public halls, mansions, on which the
wealth of centuries had been lavished. At another
he would spend long hours in wandering about the
docks, that one which brought to the ‘‘ City of the
Two Seas’? the commerce of the West, or that
other which was filled with the merchandise of the
East.

There were vessels of all sizes and of every kind
of rig, manned with seamen of every nationality,
and bringing the merchandise of every country,
from the Atlantic shores on the west to remote re-
gions of the east of which no European knew ex-
cept by repute. Blocks of tin and strings of amber
from far-off islands of the north, ivory and precious
stones from the African coasts far to the south of
the Pillars of Hercules, iron from Elba, cattle and
fruit from the Balearic Isles, wines from Sicily and
the shores of the Adriatic, were among the most
common articles in the western harbour; to the
eastern harbour came silks from China, metal work
from India—then as now famous for the skill of its
handicraftsmen—dried fruits from Lesser Asia, salt
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Egypt, and wines, some of them the finest vintages
in the world, from the islands of the AMgean. Co-
rinth, then, was interesting enough, making the im-
pression upon a stranger of being one of the busiest
and wealthiest places in the world.

But what of the Corinthians? A more mixed, I
may say mongrel, multitude could not be seen any-
where. Cleanor’s first impression was that the pop-
ulation contained specimens of every nation upon
earth —except Greeks. There were swarms of
Asiatics from the Lesser Asia and from Syria, yel-
low-skinned Egyptians, Arabs and Moors showing
every variety of brown, and negroes with their
glossy black. In effective contrast to these might
be seen a few Gauls, blue-eyed and yellow-haired,
whose imposing stature seemed to dwarf to pygmies
the crowds through which they shouldered their
way. Now and then a Roman, conspicuous in his
white toga edged with a narrow purple stripe,‘
moved along with slow, dignified step, which seemed
to speak of a man born to rule. It was curious to
note the expression of fear and hatred with which
he was regarded. Again and again, as he watched
this motley crowd thronging the streets with an end-

1 This narrow stripe indicated the knight; the broad stripe indicated the
senator. The knights were the capitalists of Rome, farming the revenues of
the state, a business becoming yearly more important as the dominions of
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less variety of costume, colour, and dress, Cleanor
felt disposed to say, ‘‘ Here is Corinth, but where
are the Corinthians?’ And when he did see speci-
mens of the genuine Corinthian, he had to own to
himself that they did not greatly impress him.
The city had its gilded youth, most of them belong-
ing to the second or third generations of families
enriched by trade, but some claiming to be Bacchi-
adee,t or even descendants of the mythical Sisyphus
who had founded the city some fourteen centuries
before. A more debauched, spendthrift, and gen-
erally useless set he had never seen. They made
no pretence to culture; they shuddered at the idea
of a campaign ; even the sports of the arena were
too much for their effeminate frames. Cleanor felt
his spirits sink and his hopes diminish day by day,
for Corinth was now the capital of Greece. Archias,
his host, watched him meanwhile with a compas-
sionate interest. He had had something of the same
enthusiasm himself in bygone days, and had known
the inexpressible pain of having to own that it was
a delusion.

‘“Do you know,’ he said to his young guest
some ten days after their arrival, ‘‘ that there is to
be an important meeting of the Assembly to-mor-
row ?””

‘‘T heard Polemon say something about it to-day.

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He asked one of the young fellows who were play-
ing at kottabos with him whether he thought of
going, and seemed to surprise him very much by
the question. Polemon, you see, has not been living
in Corinth for much more than a year, and has not
quite caught the high-toned Corinthian manner.
He actually imagines it possible fora man to have
some interest in public affairs. You should have
heard the astonishment in his friend’s voice when
he answered him, ‘Going to the Assembly, did you
say? Why, my dear fellow, I have never been to
the Assembly, and certainly never shall, till they
make me Eparch or whatever they call it, when I
shall have to, I suppose. And to-morrow of all
days in the year! Why, don’t you know that Pin-
tocles of Megara is coming over with his champion
team of quails, and that I am going to meet them
with mine? We have a wager of a hundred gold
pieces on the event. If one side kills a2 the birds
on the other side, the loser is to pay double stakes. -
In any case the winner is to give a dinner to the
loser and his friends. Going to the Assembly, in-
deed!’ That is all that I have heard about it.”
‘*Then I had better enlighten you,” replied Ar-
chias. ‘‘You know that the Assembly has been
called to hear the envoys from Rome state the
terms which the Senate is willing to agree to. You
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whatever these young gentlemen with their teams
of fighting quails may think about it.’’

‘‘Certainly I should like to go; but how am I to
get in? At Athens they were very particular not to
admit anyone that was not a citizen.”

“Don’t trouble yourself on that score. Here
they are not particular at all. Simply follow the
crowd. There will be no one to stop you.”

And so it turned out. There were door-keepers
at the entrances to the vast amphitheatre in which
the meeting of the Assembly was held, but they did
not attempt to exclude anyone. Cleanor found
himself, when he was seated, in the midst of a crowd
almost as variegated and as polyglot as that at which
he was accustomed to gaze in the streets. No one
could suppose that any large proportion of them
were genuine Corinthian citizens. The fourth hour!
was the time appointed for the commencement of
business, and the multitude spent the interval much
in the same way that a waiting crowd would do now-
adays. They cheered or hissed any well-known
citizen as he took his place, yelled out witticisms
which seemed to please the more the coarser and

1 The fourth hour, reckoned, i.e., from sunrise. As the timeis supposed to
be late in the autumn, sunrise would be at 7, and the fourth hour about 10.20,
each hour being of fifty minutes duration, i.e., the twelfth part of the hours’
day between 7a.M.and 5Pp.m. Whatever the length of the day it was di-
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more personal they were, sang songs with noisy cho-
ruses, and kept up generally an incessant uproar.
Men carrying baskets of cakes and sweetmeats, or
jars of wine, passed up and down the spaces be-
tween the blocks of seats, and did a brisk business
in their respective wares.

A brief hush fell upon the noisy crowd when,
after the signal had been given by the blast of a
trumpet, the doors leading into what may be called
the magistrates’ box were thrown open, and the
officials who were to conduct the business of the
day filed in. There was nothing noteworthy about
their reception, but when the figures of the two
Roman envoys became visible, a storm of groans
and hisses broke out ten times louder and fiercer
than the noisiest manifestation that had greeted the
most unpopular Corinthian. The two Romans bore
themselves with characteristic indifference, took
their seats in the places allotted to them, and
watched the furious multitude with the utmost un-
concern.

After the howling and stamping had gone on for
some quarter of an hour, the demonstration began
to die away. One of the magistrates dropped a few
grains of incense into a fire that was burning in
front of him, and poured out a little wine, mutter-
ing at the same time an invocation to Zeus, the
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our ‘‘ opening the proceedings with prayer.’’ This
ceremony completed, a herald proclaimed that the
Assembly was constituted, and the presiding magis-
trate stepped forward to open the proceedings.

His speech was of the briefest. ‘‘ Citizens of
Corinth,”’ he said, ‘‘ you are called together to-day
to hear the terms on which the Senate and People
of Rome are willing to make a treaty of perpetual
friendship with you. They have sent two distin-
guished citizens, both members of the Senate, who
will set the matter before you, and whom you will
receive with that courtesy which it is the custom of
Corinth to show to the ambassadors of other na-
tions.”

The Romans stepped to the front of the platform.
They were met for a few moments with a renewal
of the uproar which had greeted their first appear-
ance. But the Assembly was genuinely anxious to
hear what they had to say, and the disturbing ele-
ment was hushed into silence.

Rome had paid the Greek people the compliment
of sending them envoys who could address them in
their own language. Titus Manlius—this was the
name of the senior envoy—was one of the most cult-
ured men of the time, one of the Scipio circle, and
feeling a genuine admiration for Greece, for the
Greece, 7.e., of the past, for he had no little con-
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occasion, however, he had every wish to please and
conciliate.

When it was seen that he was going to address
the Assembly without the aid of an interpreter, he
was greeted with applause, which was renewed after
he had uttered a few sentences with a fluency and
purity of accent which much impressed his hearers,
few of whom, indeed, could in these respects have
rivalled him. When he went on, in a few well-
turned phrases, to compliment his hearers on the
dignity and antiquity of their city, and on the ser-
vices which they had rendered to Greece in repel-
ling the barbarians from without, and checking un-
due ambition from within, he was met with loud
applause.

But after compliments came business, after sweets
bitter. The first statement was that the Senate and
People of Rome desired that every Greek city
should enjoy complete freedom, electing its own
magistrates, and being governed by its own laws.

This was received with some applause, though
the Assembly was acute enough to be aware that a
generality of this kind might not mean very much.

The speaker went on: ‘‘Every city may form
such alliances as may seem expedient, provided only
that they be not to the injury of the public peace.
No city shall be compelled to enter into or to give

up any alliance against its will.”
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At this there were loud expressions of disap-
proval. It was a cardinal point with the League,
of which Corinth was the ruling member, that every
city in Greece must join it. At this very time
Sparta was insisting on her right to stand alone, and
the other states, headed by Corinth, were insisting
that she must join them. And now Rome had pro-
nounced in favour of Sparta.

The third item in the programme pleased the au-
dience still less, for it touched their pride at a very
tender point. ‘A Roman garrison will occupy the
citadel until affairs shall have been finally arranged.
The occupation is for a time only, and will cease
as soon as this may be done without injury to the
public good.”

But when the last condition was announced it
was met with a perfect storm of rage. ‘‘ Anxious
to promote the general welfare of Greece, the Senate
and People of Rome decree that the island of Delos
shall be a free port.”

This was a thing that everybody could under-
stand. Freedom, after all, was not much more than
a sentiment, and alliances were a matter for rulers
to settle. Even a garrison in the citadel might be
endured, for it meant the spending of a good deal
of money. But Delos a free port! That was be-
yond all bearing. There was not a man in the



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whole of the Assembly but would be distinctly
the poorer for it.

The Roman had scarcely sat down when Crito-
latis, the president of the League, sprang to his feet,
and poured out a furious oration, in which he de-
nounced the hypocrisy, the arrogance, and the
greed of Rome. As he spoke, the temper of his
audience rose higher and higher. The whole mul-
titude sprang to their feet, howling, and shaking
their fists at the Romans as they sat calm and in-
different in their place. Still the crisis, dangerous
as it looked, might have passed off but for the mis-
chievous act of some half-witted fellow who had
found his way into the Assembly.

‘CAs for these men who have come hither to in-
sult us,’’ cried the orator in the peroration of his
speech, “‘let them carry back to their employers at
home the message of our unanimous contempt and
defiance”’ ‘‘ And this too,’ shouted the man, ‘‘as
a little token of our affection,’ throwing at the
same time a rotten fig. It struck one of the envoys
on the shoulder, making a disfiguring stain on the
white toga. ‘‘Good! good!” shouted the crowd,
and followed it up with a shower of similar missiles.
Some stones followed, and then came a leaden bul-
let propelled from a sling, which struck the wall
behind the chairs of the Romans, and only a few
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The magistrates awoke to the gravity of the situ-
ation. They were responsible for good order, were
unwilling, in any case, to be themselves compro-
mised, and had an uneasy feeling that the excite-
ment of such proceedings would have to be dearly
paid for. They caught the two Romans by the
arms, and literally forced them out of the building
by the door which served as a private entrance for
official persons. The usual escort was in waiting
outside. Under this protection the envoys were
able to reach the citadel in safety. They had re-
ceived a few blows, but had not sustained any seri-
ous injury.

‘What think you of this?”’ asked the Syracusan
of his young friend as they walked back to their
lodging.

‘‘A grievous business indeed, and of the very
worst augury for the future,’”’ replied Cleanor.

‘Yes,’ said Archias. ‘‘ Who can help thinking
of Tarentum, and how the robe of Postumius! was
soiled and washed white again.”

10. Postumius was sent in the year 286 3.c. to deliver to the people of
Tarentum the wltimatum of Rome. While he was speaking a buffoon be-
spattered his toga with some filth. He held up the robe in the sight of the
Assembly, with the words, ‘‘ Verily this shall be washed white.”







THE ROMAN ENVOYS TO CORINTH ARE COMPELLED TO
LEAVE THE AMPHITHEATRE



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CHAPTER IX

AT THERMOPYLA

S far Cleanor’s experiences had been distinctly

disappointing. But he still clung to his hopes,
trying to comfort himself with the thought that
Greece meant much more than the little tract of
country which bore the name. It was to be found
in Egypt, in Syria, in the finest regions of Lesser
Asia ; and the country from which the most power-
ful Greek influence had come forth was not Athens
or Sparta, or any one of the ancient states, but half-
barbarous Macedonia. The next thing was to see
what promise Macedonia held forth.

The season was now growing late for travel by
sea, and Cleanor gladly joined a party which was
about to make its way overland to Pella, the old
capital of Macedonia. The route lay through a
number of famous places. His study of history
had long since made him familiar with their names
and associations. They were now seen for the first
time with the most vivid interest, an interest which
reached its climax in the famous Pass of Thermop-
yle. The place, which has now been altered by
the action of nature and time almost beyond recog-
nition, was then but little changed. The wall be-



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hind which the Greek army took up its position,
though almost in ruins, was still to be seen; the
mound upon which the immortal Three Hundred
made their last stand could easily be recognized.
So could the tomb of the heroes, with the epi-
taph, so appropriate in its simplicity and modesty,!
which Simonides the poet had written forit. Close
by was the separate sepulchre of the valiant king
Leonidas, with an epitaph of its own not less
happy.” Cleanor saw with regret that there was
not enough of local patriotism to keep these me-
morials of a splendid past in decent repair. The
letters of the inscriptions were so grown over with
moss that it was very difficult to decipher them.
Some of the stones of the tomb of the Three Hun-
dred were out of place; and it would not be long,
unless some repairs were done to it, before the
whole must fall into ruin. The lion, too, had a
weather-beaten, almost dilapidated look. Some
mischievous hand, possibly that of a collector of
relics—a class which was as unscrupulous in its
greed for specimens then as now—had chipped off
1Jt ran thus:

‘“* Go tell to Sparta, thou that passest by,
That here obedient to her laws we lie.”

2 Bravest of beasts am I, who watch the grave
Of him that, living, was of men most brave.
Lion he was alike in name and heart,

Else had I ne’er endured the watcher’s part.”



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a portion from one of the ears. The pedestal was
covered with rudely carved initials, for this foolish
practice was as great a favourite with idle hands in
the ancient world as it is now.

The young man was meditating sadly on the want
of public spirit that suffered so scandalous a neglect
of national glories, when he received another rude
shock to his feelings. Something had been said in
the course of the morning’s march—it was about
noon when they halted in the Pass—about the tribes-
men near Thermopylee not having the best of char-
acters, but it had been in a half-jesting way, and
Cleanor had paid little attention to the remark.
Nor had he noticed that the party, which, indeed,
had soon exhausted its slender interest in the place,
had gone some distance further to make their halt
for the noonday meal in the open country beyond
the Gates! He was roused from a fit of musing by
feeling a hand laid ronghly on his shoulder. In a
moment the chance words of the morning came back
to him. He swung himself violently aside, and so
released himself from the grasp of the intruder.
Instantly facing about he dealt the man a -heavy
blow straight from the shoulder, which tumbled
him to theground. But he was unarmed, except for
a short dagger which he carried in his belt, and

1 Thermopyle—the Hot Gates ; so called from the hot springs found in the
neighbourhood.



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which was meant to serve for a feast rather than for
afray. And he was overmatched. For themoment,
indeed, he was free; his assailant had been alone.
But looking up and down the Pass he saw small
parties of armed men advancing in both directions.
Flight, too, was impossible, for the rocks rose sheer
on either side of him. There was nothing to be done
but to submit to his fate, which manifestly was to
be captured .by bandits. Throwing his dagger to
the ground, he held up his hands in token of sur-
render.

A man somewhat better clad and better armed
than his companions—they were a ragged, ill-
equipped set—advanced from one of the approach-
ing parties and accosted our hero. Nothing could
be more polite than his manner of address.

‘You will excuse us, sir,’ he said, ‘‘for detain-
ing you fora short time. Nothing but the exigen-
cies of business could have induced us to put you
to any inconvenience.”’

The fellow whom Cleanor had knocked down had
regained. his feet, and was coming up with a threat-
ening air.

‘* Be quiet, Laches,”’ said the leader. ‘‘ My friend
did nothing but what was quite right and natural.
You took a great liberty. To put your hand upon
a gentleman’s shoulder, indeed! And your blow,
sir, was well delivered,’”’ he went on, turning to Clea-



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‘‘ FASTEN HIS HANDS, AND FIRMLY TOO; THAT YOUTH
MIGHT GIVE US TROUBLE”
LORDS OF THE WORLD

A STORY OF

THE FALL OF CARTHAGE AND CORINTH

BY THE

Rev. ALFRED J. CHURCH

AUTHOR OF ‘‘TWO THOUSAND YEARS AGO,” ‘STORIES FROM HOMER,” ETC,

WITH TWELVE ILLUSTRATIONS BY RALPH PEACOCK

NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER’S SONS
1897
CopyRricHt, 1897, BY
CHARLES SCRIBNER’S SONS

TROW DIRECTORY
PRINTING AND BOOKBINDING COMPANY
NEW YORK
PREFACE

THE year 146 B.c. was an annus mirabilis in the
development of Roman dominion. Of course it had
long been a foregone conclusion that Carthage and
Corinth must fall before her, but the actual time of
their overthrow was made all the more striking by
the fact that both cities perished in the same year,
and that both were visited by the same fate. I have
attempted in this story to group some picturesque
incidents round the person of a young Greek who
Struggles in vain to resist the destiny of the con-
quering race. The reader will also find some sug-
gestion of the thought which the Roman historian
had in his mind when he wrote: ‘‘Carthage, the
rival of the Roman Empire, perished root and
branch, sea and land everywhere lay open before
us, when at last Fortune began to rage against us
and throw everything into confusion.’ The day
when Rome rid herself of her rivals seemed to some
of her more thoughtful sons to be the first of her
corruption and decline.

A. J.C.

AsuLey, April 22, 1897.
CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I.
Il.
Iii.

Iv.

Vv.
VI.

VII.
VIII.
Ix.

XIII.
XIV.
XV.
XVI.

. XVII.
XVIII.
XIX.

XX.

Tue Fatr oF THE Mezcarr,
CLEANoR, Son oF Lysis,
Tue Last oF A VETERAN,
Scirio, : 2 $
A GREAT SCHEME,

Tue Mission,

Tue Last oF THE GREEKS,
Tue CorInTHIAN ASSEMBLY,

At THERMOPYLA,

. A PincHpeck ALEXANDER,
XI.
XII.

Tue Two HaspruBa.s,
Scipio sets TO Work,

In tHE Roman Camp,

Tue Mecara, .

Tue PRISONERS, - .

‘Baat Hammon,

Move anp CouUNTERMOVE,
HELP FROM THE HILLs,

Tue BatrLe on THE IsTHMUS,

TREACHERY, .

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XXI. Poryzius, . : i : . . ; 5 - 224
XXII. A PLEasurE Trip, . : . ' $ i . 236
XXII. Dirromacy, . . : 4 . - . 248
XXIV. In Sort Need, é : : 5 4 - 261
XXV. A Rerucs in THE STORM, 2 8 : i . 272
XXVI. Tue Srormine oF THE UPPER Ciry, . e . 281
XXVII. A Precious Boor . “ ‘i ; z f . 294
XXVIII. Tur Enp oF CarTHaGE, . : : ; 5 . 807
XXIX. At DEtos, . 5 5 : E ; : - 3816
XXX. CorInTH, . E : : ee é i . 825
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XXXII. Tue Siave-DEALER, . pee : ‘ . 342
XXXII. To Ivaty, ; i : & ; Q . 3852
XXXIV. Ar Misenum, : , S ; i : 5 . 857
XXXV. Tue WorLp weELt Lost, . ‘ : ; 5 scorl

XXXVI. Brronp THE SuNSET, ; : 5 ; : . 3881
ILLUSTRATIONS

‘¢ FASTEN HIS HANDS, AND FIRMLY TOO; THAT YOUTH MIGHT
GIVE US TROUBLE,” . 3 : : é Frontisptece
‘“« THE OLD KING, THOUGH HIS EYES WERE OPEN, DID NOT SEEM
TO SEE CLEANOR,” : f 2 : ; ‘ 3 i
Tue Roman Envoys To CoRINTH ARE COMPELLED TO LEAVE
THE AMPHITHEATRE, . : ‘4 : : . cs ;
Tue Macrpontan PRETENDER PERFORMS THE PYRRHIC DANCE,
%* Do you YIELD?” saIp CLEANOR WHEN THE ROMAN HAD
REACHED THE SHORE, : . : £ : :
“ THe HicH PRIEST PLACED THE SACRIFICE ON THE OUT-
STRETCHED ARMS OF THE GOD,” . . x
“IT saw you STOOP AND LIFT YOUR COMPANION FROM THE
GROUND,” : ¢ A i :
‘* CLEANOR PRODUCED FROM THE PACK WHICH HE CARRIED SOME
TWICE-BAKED BREAD,” . : 4 : : ° ;
Tue Lapy SALAMO DEFIES THE ROMANS FROM THE WALLS OF
CARTHAGE, . : : x : : 4 : é 5
% ScIPIO, THROWING HIS TOGA OVER HIS FACE, BURST INTO A
PASSION OF TEARS,” . ; 3 s : A : ,
A Corintuian NoBLEMAN BEING SOLD AS A SLAVE IN THE
MarkKET-PLACE, . a A . a : : : z

‘SHALF AN HOUR AFTERWARDS CLEONE EMERGED AS A_ BRILL-

IANT YOUNG BEAUTY,” . . d j : . : 5

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CHAPTER I

THE FATE OF THE MELCART

SHE Melcart, the sacred ship of Carthage,
# was on its homeward voyage from Tyre,
and had accomplished the greater part
of its journey in safety; in fact it was
only ascore or so of miles away from its destination.
It had carried the mission sent, year by year, to
the famous shrine of the god whose name it bore,
the great temple which the Greeks called by the title
of the Tyrian Hercules. This was too solemn and
important a function to be dropped on any pretext
whatsoever. Never, even in the time of her deepest
distress, had Carthage failed to pay this dutiful
tribute to the patron deity of her mother-city ; and,
indeed, she had never been in sorer straits than now.
Rome, in the early days her ally, then her rival, and

now her oppressor, was resolved to destroy her,
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forcing her into war by demanding impossible terms
of submission. Her old command of the sea had
long since departed. It was only by stealth and
subtlety that one of her ships could hope to traverse
unharmed the five hundred leagues of sea that lay
between her harbour and the old capital of Pheenicia.
The Melcart had hitherto been fortunate. She was
a first-rate sailer, equally at home with the light
breeze to which she could spread all her canvas, and
the gale which reduced her toa single sprit-sail. She
had a picked crew, with nota slave on the rowing
benches, for there were always free-born Carthagin-
jans ready to pull an oarin the Melcart. Hanno,
her captain, namesake and descendant of the great
discoverer who had sailed as far down the African
coast as Sierra Leone itself, was famous for his
seamanship from the Pillars of Hercules to the har-
bours of Syria.

The old man—it-was sixty years since he had
made his first voyage—was watching intently a
dark speck which had been visible for some time
in the light of early dawn upon the northwestern
horizon. ‘‘Mago,’’ he said at last, turning to his
nephew and lieutenant, ‘‘does it seem to you to be-
come bigger? Your eyes are better than mine.”

‘“Not that I can see,’? answered the young
man.

‘She hardly would gain upon us if she has no
THE FATE OF THE MELCART 3

more wind than we have. Well, I shall go below,
and have a bite and a sup.”

He wetted his finger and helditup. ‘‘It strikes
me,’ he went on, ‘‘that the wind, if you can call it
a wind, has shifted half a point. Tell the helmsman
to put her head a trifle to the north. Perhaps I
may have a short nap. But if anything happens,
call me at once.”’

Something did happen before ten minutes had
passed. When Mago had given his instructions to
the helmsman, and had superintended a slight shift-
ing of the canvas, he looked again at the distant
ship. It had become sensibly larger. The wind
had freshened out at sea, and was rapidly bringing
the stranger nearer. Mago hurried below to rouse
his uncle. The old man was soon up on deck.

‘‘T wish we were ten miles nearer home,’’ he
muttered, after taking a long look into the distance.
“‘Get the oars out. If she is an enemy and wants
to cut us off, half a mile may make all the differ-
ence.”’

The order was promptly obeyed, and the rowers
bent to their work with a will. But all the will in
the world could not make the Melcart move very
fast through the water. She was stoutly built, as
became a ship that had to carry a precious burden
through all weather, and she was foul with the long
sea-voyage. The goal of the race between her and
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the stranger, which could now be seen to be a
Roman ship-of-war, was a headland behind which,
as Hanno knew, was the harbour of Chelys. Let
her reach that and she was safe. But it seemed as
if this was not to be. The Roman ship had what
wind there was right aft, and notwithstanding all
the efforts of the Welcar’’s crew, moved more rap-
idly through the water. She would manifestly cut
off the Melcart before the headland was reached.
But Hanno was not yet at the end of his resources.

‘‘Call Mutines,’”’ he said to his heutenant.

Mutines was a half-caste Carthaginian, whose
thick lips, flat nose, and woolly hair indicated a
negro strain in his blood. ‘‘Mutines,”’ said the old
man, ‘‘you used to have as good an aim with the
catapult as any man in Carthage. If your hand
has not lost its cunning, now is the time to show
your skill. Knock that rascal’s steering-gear to
pieces, and there is a quarter-talent for you.”

‘‘T will do my best, sir,’’ said Mutines; ‘‘ but I
am out of practice, and the machine, I take it, is
somewhat stiff.”

The catapult, which was of unusual size and
power, had been built, so to speak, into the ship’s
forecastle. It could throw a bolt weighing about
seventy-five pounds, and its range was three hun-
dred yards. While Mutines was preparing the en-
gine, word was passed to the rowers that they were
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to give six strokes and no more. That, as Mutines
reckoned, would be enough to bring him well within
range of theenemy. The calculation was sufficiently
exact. When the rowers stopped, the two ships,
having just rounded the headland, were divided by
about three hundred and fifty yards. The impetus
of the Melcart carried her over about one hundred
- more. When she was almost stationary Mutines
let fly the bolt. He had never made a happier shot.
The huge bullet carried away both the tillers by
which the steering-paddles were worked. The ship
fell away immediately, and the Melcart, for whose
rowers the fugleman set the liveliest tune in his
repertory, shot by, well out of range of the shower
of arrows which the Roman archers discharged at
her. In the course of a few minutes she had reached
the harbour of Chelys.

But her adventures were not over. The captain
of the Roman ship was greatly enraged at the es-
cape of his prey. To capture so famous a prize
would mean certain promotion, and he was not pre-
pared to resign his hopes without an effort to realize
them. As soon as the steering-gear had been tem-
porarily repaired, he called his sailing-master, and
announced his intention of following the Carthagin-
ian into the harbour.

The man ventured on a remonstrance. ‘It’s not
safe, sir,” he said; ‘‘I don’t know the place, but I
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have heard that the water is shallow everywhere
except in the channel of the stream.”

‘You have heard my orders,” returned the cap-
tain, who was a Claudius, and had all the haughti-
ness and obstinacy of that famous house. The sail-
ing-master had no choice but to obey.

Chelys, so called from the fancied resemblance of
its site to the shape of a tortoise, was a small Greek
settlement which lay within the region dominated
by Carthage. It was a place of considerable an-
tiquity—older, its inhabitants were fond of assert-
ing, than Carthage itself. For some years it had
maintained its independence, but as time went by
this position became more and more impossible.
Had Chelys possessed any neighbours of the same
race, a league might have given her at least a
chance of preserving her freedom. But she stood
absolutely alone, surrounded by Pheenician settle-
ments, and she had no alternative but to make
her submission to her powerful neighbour. She
obtained very favourable terms. She was free from
tribute, no slight privilege, in view of the enormous
sums which the ruling city was accustomed to ex-
act from her dependencies.! She was allowed to
elect her own magistrates, and generally to manage
her own affairs. To contribute a small contingent

1 One paid a talent (£215) per day, making an annual amount, allowing for
the difference in the value of money, of not less than a quarter of a million.
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to the army and navy of the suzerain state was all
that was demanded of her. It was natural, there-
fore, that Chelys should be loyal to Carthage—far
more loyal, in fact, than most of that city’s depend-
encies. Rome, which had more than once exacted
a heavy sum as the price of the little town’s immu-
nity from ravage, she had no reason to like.

The incident described above had taken place
within full view of the piers and quays of Chelys.
The excited population which crowded them had
hailed with an exulting shout the fortunate shot
that had crippled the Roman vessel, and had warmly
welcomed the Melcart as she glided into the shelter
of the harbour. Their delight was turned into rage
when it became evident that the enemy was intend-
ing to pursue her. The insolent audacity of the pro-
ceeding excited the spectators beyond all bounds.
Stones and missiles of all kinds were showered upon
the intruders. As the ship was within easy range
of the quays on both sides of the harbour, which
was indeed of very small area, the crew suffered
heavily.

Claudius perceived that he had made a mistake,
and gave orders to the rowers to back, there not
being space enough to turn. It was too late, and
when a huge pebble, aimed with a fatal accuracy,
struck down the steersman from his place, the
doom of the Melicerta—for this was the name of
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the Roman ship —was sealed. A few moments
afterwards she grounded.

This was, of course, the signal for a determined
attack. Hundreds of men waded through the shal-
low water and climbed over the bulwarks. The
crew made a brave resistance, but they were hope-
lessly outnumbered and were cut down where they
stood. The magistrates of the city happened to be
in consultation in the town-hall. Disturbed in the
midst of their deliberations by the sudden uproar,
they hurried down to the water-side, but were too
late to save any but a very few lives. Claudius had
stabbed himself when he saw how fatal a mistake
he had made.

Chelys was, of course, in a tumult of delight at
its brilliant success in destroying a Roman ship-of-
war. Its responsible rulers, however, were very far
from sharing this feeling. A defenceless city, and
Chelys was practically such, for its walls, never
very formidable, had been suffered to fall into de-
cay, must take no part in the hostilities of a cam-
paign. So long as it observes this neutrality it is
really better off than a fortified town, but to depart
from this policy is sheer madness.

The magistrates did all they could. They sent
back the few prisoners whom they had been able to
rescue from the hands of the populace, to the com-
mander of the squadron to which the Melicerta had
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belonged. They offered to pay an indemnity. They
went so far as to promise that the ringleaders of
the riot should be handed over for trial. The Ro-
man admiral, a Flamininus,! and so belonging toa
family that had more than once made itself noto-
rious for unusual brutality, would not hear of
making any conditions. He determined upon a
vengeance which was not the less pleasing because
it would be as lucrative as it wascruel. Chelys
was to be visited with the severest penalty known
in warfare—all the male inhabitants of the military
age and over were to be put to death, the women
and children were to be sold as slaves. The slaves
from Chelys, as Flamininus, a shrewd and unscru-
pulous man of business, well knew, would fetch a
high price. They were Greeks, if not of the purest
blood, and while barbarians in any number could
be easily obtained, Greek slaves were a rare article
in the market.

His resolve once taken, Flamininus took every
precaution that its execution should be as complete
as possible. The magistrates, who had come to
intercede for their countrymen, were detained ; no
hint of what was intended was allowed to reach the
doomed city. Landing the half legion of marines
which the squadron carried he occupied in irresist-

1C. Flamininus was degraded from the Senate for killing a captive in cold
blood to entertain his company at dinner.
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ible force Chelys and all the roads by which it could
be approached or left. His next step was to make
what may be called an inventory of the prey which
had fallen into his hands. The census roll of citi-
zens was seized, and information about their families
was purchased from some prisoners who were will-
ing thus to redeem their lives. A few wealthy men
and women were allowed to ransom themselves at
the highest prices that could be extorted from their
fears ; and then, when a few days had been allowed
for the assembling of the slave-dealers, who, with
other animals of prey, human and non-human, fol-
lowed the armies and fleets of Rome, Flamininus
allowed the deputation to return, and proceeded to
execute his sentence.

CHAPTER II
CLEANOR, SON OF LYSIS

HE wealthiest, best born, and generally most
influential citizen in Chelys was Lysis, son of
Cleanor, father himself of another Cleanor, so
named, according to a custom common in Greek
families, after his grandfather. He was descended
in a direct line from the original founder of the set-
tlement, an Ephesian Greek, and was also distin-
CLEANOR, SON OF LYSIS 11°

guished by the possession of the hereditary priest-
hood of Apollo. The family prided itself on the
' purity of its descent. The sonssought their brides
among four or five of the noblest Ephesian families.
The general population of Chelys, though still
mainly Hellenic in speech and habits of life, had a
large admixture of Pheenician blood, but the house
of Lysis could not be reproached with a single bar-
barian mésalliance.

Lysis had been the leader and spokesman of the
deputation which had vainly approached the Roman
commander. His house, in common with all the
principal dwellings in the town, had been occupied
by the Roman marines. But a dowcewr, judicious-
ly administered to the sub-officer in command, had
procured for him the privilege of a brief period of
privacy. He found that his wife and children were
still in ignorance of the Roman admiral’s decision.
They did not, indeed, expect any very lenient
terms—they looked for a fine that would seriously
cripple their means; but they were not prepared
for the brutal reality. Lysis tasted for the first
time the full bitterness of death when he had to
dash to the ground the hope to which they had
clung.

‘* Yes,” he said in answer toa question from his
wife, unable or unwilling to believe her ears ; ‘‘ yes,
it is too true—death or slavery.”
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Dioné—this was the wife’s name—grew pale fot
a moment, but she summoned to her aid the courage
of her house—she claimed to be descended from the
great Ion himself, the legendary head of the Ionic
race—and recovered her calmness. Stepping for-
ward, she threw her arms round her husband’s neck.
Her first thought was for him; her second, scarcely
a moment later, for her children.

‘And these?” she said.

Recovering himself with a stupendous effort of
- self-control, Lysis spoke:

‘* Listen ; the time is short, and there are grave
matters to be settled. It was hinted to me, and
more than hinted, that I might purchase your life,
Dioné, and my own. These Romans are almost
as greedy for money as for blood. What say
you?”

‘* And these ?”’ said the woman, pointing to her
children, while her cheek flushed and her eyes
brightened with the glow of reviving hope. “Can
they also be ransomed ?”

‘That is impossible,”’ said Lysis.

‘“Then we will die.’’

‘*That is what I knew you would say, and I gave
the fellow—it was the admiral’s freedman who
spoke to me about the matter—the answer, ‘No,’
without waiting to ask you. Our way is clear
enough. My father learnt from the great Hannibal
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the secret of his poison-ring,! and he handed it on
to me. You and I can easily escape from these
greedy butchers, but our children——”’

He struggled in vain to keep his self-command.
Throwing himself on a couch hard by, he covered
his face with his cloak.

The children were twins, very much alike, as in-
deed twins very commonly are, and yet curiously
different. Apart, they might easily have been mis-
taken for each other, supposing, of course, that they
were dressed alike; seen together, anyone would
have said that such a mistake would hardly be
possible, so great was the difference in colour and ~
complexion—a difference that impresses the eye
much more than it impresses the memory. But
whatever dissimilarity there was was accidental
rather than natural. Cleanor had been seized at a
critical period of his growth with a serious illness,
the result of exposure in a hunting expedition.
This had checked, or more probably, postponed his
development. His frame had less of the vigour,
his cheek less of the glow of health than could be
seen in his sister’s, of whom, indeed, he was a some-
what paler and feebler image.

1 Hannibal carried about with him in the cavity of a ring a poison so
deadly that it would destroy life in a few seconds. When about to be
delivered up to the Romans by the petty sovereign—Prusias, King of
Bithynia—with whom he had taken refuge, he killed himself in this way
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‘* We will die with you,” said the twins in one

breath. They often spoke, as, indeed, they often
thought, with a single impulse.

‘‘Impossible again!’’ said Lysis. ‘‘ The priest-
hood which, as you know, I inherited from my
fathers, Iam bound, under curses which I dare not
incur, to hand on to my son. If the gods had made
me childless—and, for the first time in my life, I
wish that they had—I must have adopted a succes-
sor. This, indeed, I have done, to provide for the
chances of human life; but you, Cleanor, must not
abdicate your functions if it is in any way possible
for you to perform them. And then there is ven-
geance ; that is a second duty scarcely less sacred.
If you can live, you must, and I see a way in which
you can.”

‘* And I see it too,”’ cried the girl, with sparkling
eyes. ‘‘Cleanor, you and I must change places.
You have sometimes told me that I ought to have
been the boy; now I am going to be.”’

‘**Cleoné!”’ cried the lad, looking with wide eyes
of astonishment at his sister ; ‘‘I do not know what
you mean.’

‘* Briefly,” replied the girl, ‘‘what I mean is this.
You masquerade as a girl, and are sold ; I masque-
rade as a man, and am killed.”’

‘‘Impossible!’’ cried the lad; ‘‘I cannot let you
die for me.”
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“Die for you, indeed !’’ and there was a touch
of scorn in her voice. ‘‘ Which is better—to die, or
bea slave? Which is better for a man? You do
not doubt; no one of our blood could. Which is
better fora woman? It does not want one of our
blood to know that. The meanest free woman
knows it. By Castor! Cleanor, this is the one
thing you can do for me. Die for you, indeed!
You will be doing more, ten thousand times more,
than dying for me!”

‘She is right, my son,” cried Lysis. ‘‘ This was
my very thought. Phcebus, the inspirer, must
have put it into her heart. Cleanor, it must be so.
This is your father’s last command to you. The
gods, if gods there are—and this day’s work might
make me doubt it—will reward you for it. But the
time is short. Hasten, and make such change as
you need.”

The twins left the chamber. When they returned,
no one could have known what had been done, so
complete was the disguise which Cleoné’s skilful
fingers had effected. The girl’s flowing locks, which
had reached far below her waist, now fell over her
shoulders, just at the length at which it was the
fashion of the Greek youth to wear them, till he
had crossed the threshold of manhood. His were
rolled up, maiden-fashion, in a knot upon his head.
She had dulled her brilliant complexion by some
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pigment skilfully applied. His face, pale with
misery, needed no counterfeit of art.

Lysis and his wife had gone. By a supreme
effort of self-sacrifice they had denied themselves
the last miserable solace of a farewell, and were
lying side by side, safe for ever from the conquer-
or’s brutality. While Cleanor and his sister waited
in the expectation of seeing them, a party of ma-
rines entered the room.

“Fasten his hands, Caius,’’ said the sub-officer
to one of his men, ‘‘and firmly too, for he looks as
if he might give us trouble. By Jupiter! a hand-
some youth! What a gladiator he would make!
Why do they kill him in this useless fashion? The
girl is your business, Sextus. Be gentle with her,
but still be on your guard, for they will sometimes
turn. But she looks a poor, spiritless creature.”

CHAPTER II
THE LAST OF A VETERAN

HE fate of Chelys caused wide-spread indigna-
tion and disgust even among the enemies of
Carthage. No one was more indignant than Masta-
nabal, King Masinissa’s second son. The prince had
tastes and habits very uncommon in the nation of
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hunters and fighters to which he belonged. He was
a lover of books, and disposed to be a patron of
learning, if he could only find learning to patron-
ize. The Greek population of Chelys had always
preserved some traces of culture, and the Numidian
prince was on terms of friendship with the settle-
ment. He was an occasional visitor at its festivals,
had received the compliment of a crown of honour
voted to him in a public assembly, and had shown
his appreciation of the distinction by building for
the community a new town-hall.

His intercession had been implored by the mag-
istrates when they found themselves repulsed by
the Roman commander. Unfortunately he was
absent from home when their messenger arrived.
Immediately on his return he hurried to the spot.
Too late, even if it had in any case been possible,
to hinder the brutal vengeance of Flamininus, he
was yet able to mitigate the lot of the survivors.
By pledging his credit to the slave dealers, them-
selves disposed to accommodate so powerful a per-
sonage, he was able to secure the freedom of all the
captives.

He made special inquiries about the family of
Lysis, whose hospitality he had always enjoyed
during his visits to the town, and learnt enough to
induce him to make a personal inspection of the

captives. As the melancholy procession passed
2
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before him, his keen eyes discovered Cleanor under
his disguise. He had, of course, too much delicacy
and good taste to inflict upon him the pain of a pub-
lic recognition. The young man was transported
in a closed litter to a hunting-lodge that belonged
to the prince. Here he found himself an honoured
guest. His personal wants were amply supplied ;
a library of some extent was at his disposal; and
the chief huntsman waited upon him every morning
to learn his pleasure in case he should be disposed
for an expedition.

In the course of a few days a letter from the
prince was put into his hands. Beginning witha
tactful and sympathetic reference to his misfort-
unes, it went on thus:

Use my home as if it were your own for as long
as you will, You cannot please me better than by
pleasing yourself. But if you are minded to find
solace for your sorrows in action—and to this I
would myself advise you—proceed to Cirta, and
deliver the letter which I enclose herewith to the
king, my father. My steward will provide you
with a guide and an escort, and will also furnish
such matters of dress and other equipment as you
may need. Farewell!

Cleanor’s resolution was taken at once. In the
course of a few hours he was in the saddle. Two
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days of easy travel brought him to Cirta, and he
lost no time in presenting himself at the palace of
King Masinissa. His letter of introduction, bearing
as it did the seal of Prince Mastanabal, procured
for him instant admission. The major-domo of the
palace conducted him to a guest-chamber, and
shortly afterwards one of the king’s body-guard
brought him a message that Masinissa desired to
see him as soon as he had refreshed himself after
his journey.

The chamber into which the young Greek was
ushered was curiously bare to be the audience-room
of a powerful king. The walls were of mud, roughly
washed with yellow; it was lighted by two large
openings in the walls, unglazed, but furnished with
lattices which could be closed at will by cords sus-
pended from them; the pavement was of stone, not
too carefully smoothed ; for furniture it had a side-
board, with some cups, flagons, and lamps upon it,
a table, two or three chairs for the use of visitors
who were accustomed to these comfortless refine-
ments, and a divan piled up with bright-coloured
mats and blankets. Near the divan was a brazier
in which logs were smouldering.

Masinissa, king of Numidia,! was a man whose
intellect and physical powers were alike remarkable.
He had consolidated the wandering tribes of North-

1 Numidia corresponds roughly to Algeria, Mauretania to Morocco.
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ern Africa into a kingdom, which he had kept to-
gether and aggrandized with a politic firmness which
never blundered or wavered. His stature, though
now somewhat bowed with years, was exceptional.
His face, seamed with a thousand wrinkles, and
burnt toa dark red by unnumbered suns, the snowy
whiteness of hair and beard, and the absolute ema-
ciation of his form, on which not a trace of flesh
seemed to be left, spoke of extreme old age. And
indeed he had more than completed his ninetieth
year, an age not phenomenally rare among us,
where the climate and the habits of life are less ex-
hausting, but almost unheard of in a race whose
fervid temperament seems to match their burning
sky.

The old man’s strength was now failing him.
Two years before, he had commanded an army in
the field, and commanded it with brilliant success,
routing the best troops and the most skilled generals
that Carthage could send against him. He was not
one of the veterans who content themselves with
counsel, while they leave action to the young.
That day he had remained in the saddle from sun-
rise to sunset, managing without difficulty a fiery
steed, whose saddle was no seat of ease. He had
showed that on occasion he could deal as shrewd a
blow with the sword, and throw as straight a jave-
lin,as many men of half his age. But at ninety
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years of age two or three years may make a great
difference. Masinissa had fought his last battle.
His senses were as keen as ever, the eyes flashed
with their old fire, but his breathing was heavy and
laboured, and his hands shook with the palsy of
age.

“Welcome, Cleanor!’’ he said, with a full res-
onant voice that years had not touched, ‘‘ my son
commends you tome. Can you be content to wait
on an old man fora month or so? I shall hardly
trouble you longer. I have never been a whole day
within doors, save once fora spear wound in the
throat, and once when they tried to poison me; and
those who have lived in such fashion don’t take
long about dying.”’

Cleanor found his task an easy one. The old
king suffered little, except from the restlessness
which comes with extreme exhaustion. Even over
this he maintained a remarkable control. It was
not during his waking hours, but in his short pe-
riods of fitful slumber, that the uneasy movements
of his limbs might be observed. His intelligence
was as keen as ever, and his memory curiously ex-
act, though it was on the far past that it chiefly
dwelt. What a story the young Greek could have
pieced together out of the old man’s recollections!
He had seen and known the heroes of the last fierce
struggle between Carthage and Rome, had ridden
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by the side of the great Scipio at Zama, and had
been within an ace of capturing the famous Hanni-
bal himself as he fled from that fatal field. The
young Greek, surprised to find himself in such a
position, was naturally curious to know why the
old man preferred the companionship of a stranger
to that of his own kindred. When he ventured to
hint something of the kind, the king smiled cynically.

‘You domt understand,” he said, ‘‘ the amiable
ways of such a household as mine. What do you
think would have been the result if I had chosen
one of my three sons to be with me now? Why,
furious jealousy and plots without end on the part
of the other two. And if I had had the three of
them together? Well, I certainly could not have
expected to die in peace. Quarrel they certainly
will, but I can’t have them quarrelling here. Mind,
I don’t say that they are worse than other sons; on
the contrary, they are better. Ido hope they may
live in peace when I am gone; at least, I have done
my best to secure it.”

As the days passed, the king grew weaker and
weaker, but his faculties were never clouded, and
his cheerfulness was unimpaired.

About ten days after the conversation recorded
above, a Greek physician, whose reputation was
widely spread in Northern Africa, arrived at the
palace. The three princes had sent him. Masinissa,
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informed of his coming, made no difficulty about
seeing him. ‘‘Iam not afraid of being poisoned,”
he said, with a smile; ‘‘I really do not think that
my sons would do sucha thing. It would not be
worth while, and, anyhow, they could not agree
about it. Yes, let him come in. Of course he can’t
do me any good; but it is one of the penalties that
has to be paid for greatness, that one must die ac-
cording to rule. No one of any repute is allowed
to die in these parts without having Timzeus to help
him off. Yes, I will see him. And mind, Cleanor,
when he has examined me have a talk with him,
and make him tell you the absolute truth.”

That afternoon, soon after the physician had de-
parted, the king summoned the young Greek to his
chamber.

“Well, what does he say, Cleanor?”’ he asked.

The young man hesitated.

‘“Come,”’ cried the old king, raising his voice, ‘‘I
command you to speak. As for these physicians,
it is quite impossible for a patient to get the truth
out of them. It seems to be a point of honour not
to tellit. But I suppose he told it to you. Speak
out, man; you don’t suppose that I am afraid of
what I have faced pretty nearly every day for
nearly fourscore years.”

“He said,’? answered Cleanor, in a low voice,
‘that your time, sire, was nearly come.”
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‘“*And how many days, or, I should rather say,
hours did he give me?”’

‘‘He said that you could hardly live more than
two days.”’

“Well, I am ready. Ihave had my turn, a full
share of the feast of life, and it would be a shame-
ful thing if I was to grudge to go. But there is
trouble ahead for those who are to come after me.
Ihave done my best for my kingdom, yet nothing
can save it long. You know, I had to choose, when
I was about your age, between Rome and Carthage,
and my choice was the right one. IfI had taken
sides with Carthage, Rome would have swallowed
up this kingdom fifty years ago; as it is, she will
swallow us up fifty years hence. Sooner or later
we are bound to go. But it has lasted my time,
and will last my sons’ time too, if they are wise.
And now, as to this matter. I have something to
put in your charge. You have heard of Scipio ?”’

Cleanor nodded his assent.

‘*He came over here some two months ago, when
I had had my first warning that my time was short,
and that I had best set my affairs in order. No one
had any notion but that he came on military busi-
ness. The Romans had asked me for help, and I
didn’t choose to give it just then. They hadn’t
consulted me in what they had done, and it was
time, I thought, that they should have a lesson.
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We did discuss these matters; but what he really
came for was a more serious affair. I left it to him
to divide my kingdom between my three sons. I
had thought of dividing it in the usual way ; this
and that province to one, and this and that prov-
ince to another. But he had quite another plan in
his head, and it seemed to me wonderfully shrewd.
‘Don’t divide the kingdom,’ he said; ‘the three
parts would be too weak to stand alone. Divide
the offices of the kingdom. Let each prince have
the part for which he is best fitted—one war and
outside affairs, another justice, the third one civil
affairs.’ Well, I took his advice, and had his set-
tlement put in writing. The chief priest of the
temple of Zeus in Cirta here has the document in
his keeping.”

After this the old man was silent for a time.
Rousing himself again, for he had been inclined to
doze, he said :

‘*Cleanor, are you here ?”’

‘Yes, sire,’ replied the Greek.

‘‘Don’t leave me till all is over. And now give
me a cup of wine.’

‘‘But, sire, the physician said——”’

‘Pooh! what does it matter if I die one hour or
two or three hours before sunrise? And I want
something that will give me a little strength.”

Cleanor filled a cup and handed it to the king.
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“It hardly tastes as good as usual,” said the old
man, when he had drained it, ‘‘ yet that, I can easily
believe, is not the wine’s fault, but mine. But tell
me, do you think that I shall know anything about
what is going on herewhen Iam gone? What does
Mastanabal say? I haven’t had time to think
about these things ; but he reads, and you are some-
thing of a student, too. What do the philosophers
say ¢.””

“Aristotle thinks, sire, that the dead may very
well know something about the fortunes of their
descendants—it would be almost inhuman, he says,
if they did not—but that it will not be enough to
make them either happy or unhappy.”’

‘Well, the less one knows the better, when one
comes tothink. Tosee things going wrong and not
be able to interfere! . . . But enough of this.

And now, Cleanor, about yourself. You do
not love the Romans, IJ think ?”’

The young Greek’s face flushed at the question.

‘‘T have no reason to love them, sire.’’

‘‘Very likely not. Indeed, who does love them ?
Not I; if I could crush them I would, as readily as
I stamp my foot on a viper’s head. But that is not
the question. Can you make use of them? You
shake your head. It does not suit your honour to
pretend a friendship which you do not feel. That
has not been my rule, as you know, but there is
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something to be said for it. Well, it isa pity that
you can’t walk that way. Whether we love them
or no, depend upon it, the future belongs to them.
- And I could have helped you with some of their
great men. I have written a letter to Scipio, and
two or three others to powerful people in Rome who
would help you for my sake. You can deliver
them or not, as you please. But tell me, what are
you going to do if the Romans are out of the ques-
tion ?”’

‘‘T thought of going to Carthage,’’ answered the
young man in a hesitating voice.

‘‘Carthage!” repeated the king in astonishment.
‘Why, the place is doomed. It can’t hold out
more than a year—or two at the outside. And
then the Romans won’t leave so much as one stone
standing uponanother. They won’t run the chance
of having another Hannibal to deal with. Car-
thage! You might as well put a noose round
your neck at once!”

‘*T hope not, sire,’ said the young man. ‘ And
in any case I have only Carthage and Rome to
choose between.”’

‘‘ Well,” replied the old king after a pause, “ you
must go your own way. But still I can help you,
at least with some provision for the journey. Put
your hand under my pillow and you will find a
key.”
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The young man did as he was told.

‘*Now open that chest in yonder corner, and
bring me a casket that you will find wrapped up in
a crimson shawl.”’

Cleanor brought the casket and put it into the
king’s hands. Masinissa unlocked it and took out
a rouleau of gold pieces, which he gave to Cleanor.
‘That will be useful for the present,’’ he said ;
“but gold is a clumsy thing, and you can hardly
carry about with you what would serve for a single
year. This bit of parchment is an order for a thou-
sand ounces of gold—five hundred thousand ses-
terces in Roman money—on Caius Rabirius, knight,
of the Coelian Hill in Rome, who has kept some
money for me for thirty years or more. You can
sell the parchment to Bocchar the banker in Cirta
here. He will charge you something for his com-
mission, but it will save you trouble. And he will
keep the money for you, or whatever part of it you
please. It is a very handy way of carrying about
money; but there is another that is more handy
still.”

The old man took out a small leather bag full of
precious stones. ‘These,’ he said, ‘‘you can al-
ways hide. It is true that the merchants will cheat
you more or less when you want to sell them. Still,
you will find these stones very useful.”’

The jewels were worth at least five times as much


‘“THE OLD KING, THOUGH HIS EYES WERE OPEN, DID NOT
SEEM TO SEK CLEANOR”
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as the order on the parchment. ‘‘It is too much,”’
murmured the Greek. ‘‘I did not expect——’

“Tt is true that you did not expect. I have seen
that all along, and that is one of the reasons why I
give it. And as for the ‘too much,’ you must leave
me to judge about that. My sons will find treasure
enough when they come to divide my goods between
them. I have been saving all my life, and this is
but a trifle which they will not miss, and which you
will find very useful. And now give me another
cup of wine. After this I will sleep awhile. You
will stay—and don’t let that young villain Jugur-
tha come near me.”’

Two or three hours afterwards Cleanor was star-
tled to see the old man raise himself in bed, a thing
which he had not been able to do without help for
three or four days past. He hastened to the bed-
side, but the king, though his eyes were wide open,
did not seem to see him. Yet something there was
that he saw; his was no vacant stare, but a look
full of tenderness. Then he began to speak, and
his voice had a soft tone of which Cleanor could
not have believed it capable.

‘* So, sweetest and fairest, you have not forgotten
me; you, as all men know, no one can forget. Why
am I in such haste? Nay, dearest, look in your
mirror for an answer. And besides, when you are
mine, the Romans can have nothing more to say.
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Till to-morrow, then—but stay, let me give you a
little token. Nay ’’—and his voice changed in an
instant to a note of horror—‘‘ what, pray, has
changed my love-gift into this? Faugh!”

And with a gesture as of one who dashed some-
thing to the ground, he sank down upon the bed,
and in another moment was sleeping again.

Early the next morning the king’s three sons, who
had heard the physician’s report of their father’s
health, arrived at the palace. Their emotion, as
they knelt by the dying king, was genuine, though
probably not very deep. The old man was perfectly
self-possessed and calm.

‘My sons,”’ he said, ‘‘I have done my best for
you. Probably you will not like it. What is there,
indeed, that you would all like? But lay your
hands on my head and swear that you will accept
what I have done. What it is you had best not

1In his youth Masinissa was betrothed to Sophonisba, the accomplished
and beautiful daughter of Hasdrubal, son of Gisco. The engagement was
broken off for political reasons. Hasdrubal made Sophonisba’s hand the
price of an alliance which he wished Syphax, Masinissa’s rival in the struggle
for the Numidian throne, to contract with Carthage. In the war that fol-
lowed, Syphax was defeated, first by the Romans, afterwards by Masinissa
himself, who took Cirta, his capital, and in it Sophonisba. To marry her at
once seemed to the conqueror the only way of saving her from the Romans,
But the marriage did not suit the policy of Rome, which dreaded the hostile
influence which such a woman might exercise. Scipio (the Elder), who was
in command, insisted that Sophonisba should be given up; and Masinissa, to
save her the humiliation of captivity, sent her a cup of poison.
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know till I am gone. But trust me that I have
been just to all of you.”

The princes took the oath.

‘*Cleanor here knows where I have put away my
testament, but he is bound by me not to tell till I
am buried. And now farewell! Don’t wait for the
end. You will have your hands full, I warrant, as
soon as the tribes know that the old man is gone.”’

The princes left the room and the old man turned
his face to the wall and seemed to sleep. All the
rest of that day Cleanor watched, but noticed no
change. Just before dawn he heard the sleeper
draw two or three deep breaths. He bade the slave
who was in waiting in the ante-chamber call the
physician.

But the man of science found no movement either
of pulse or heart. When he held a mirror to the
mouth, there was not the faintest sign of breath
upon it. The world had seen the last of one of the
most wonderful of its veterans.
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CHAPTER IV

SCIPIO

HE old king’s body was roughly embalmed, in
order to give some time before the celebration

of the funeral. This was a more splendid and im-
pressive ceremony than had ever been witnessed in
that region. The news of Masinissa’s death had
been carried far into the interior with that strange,
almost incredible rapidity with which great tidings
commonly travel in countries that have no regular
means of communication. The old man had been
one of the most prominent figures in Northern Africa
for a space more than equal to an ordinary lifetime.
Nor had he been one of the rulers who shut them-
selves up in their palaces, and are known, not in
their persons, but by their acts. His long life had’
been spent, one might say, in the saddle. There was
not a chief in the whole region that had not met
him, either as friend or as foe. Many had heard
from their fathers or grandfathers the traditions of
his craft as a ruler and his prowess as a warrior,
and now they came in throngs to pay him the last
honours. From the slopes of the Atlas range far to
the west, and from the south as faras the edge of
what is now called the Algerian Sahara, came the
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desert chiefs, some of them men who had never been
seen within the walls of acity. For that day, at
least, were suspended all the feuds of the country,
many and deadly as they were. It was the greatest,
as it was the last, honour that could be paid to the
great chief who had done so much to join these
warring atoms into a harmonious whole.

The bier was carried by representatives of the
states which had owned the late king’s sway. Be-
hind it walked his three sons; these again were fol-
lowed by the splendid array of the war-elephants
with their gorgeous trappings. The wise beasts,
whom the degenerate successors of the old African
races have never been able to tame,! seemed to feel
the nature of the occasion, and walked with slow
step and downcast mien. Behind the elephants
came, rank after rank, what seemed an almost inter-
minable cavalcade of horsemen. The procession
was finished by detachments of Roman troops, both
infantry and cavalry, a striking contrast, with their
regular equipment and discipline, to the wild riders
from the plains and hills of the interior.

_ The funeral over, there was a great banquet, a
scene of wild and uproarious festivity—a not un-
natural reaction from the enforced gravity of the
morning’s proceedings. Cleanor, who had the sober

11t is the Asiatic elephant only that has been domesticated in modern

times, and taught to utilize his strength in the service of man.

3
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habits which belonged to the best type of Greeks,
took the first opportunity that courtesy allowed of
withdrawing from the revel.

He made his way to a secluded spot which he
had discovered in the wild garden or park attached
to the palace, and threw himself down on the turf,
near a little waterfall. The fatigues of the day,
for he had taken a great part in the ordering of
the morning’s ceremonial, and the exhausting heat
of the banqueting hall had predisposed him to
sleep, and the lulling murmur of the water com-
pleted the charm. ;

When he awoke, he found that he was no longer
alone. A stranger in Roman dress was standing
by, and looking down upon him with a kindly
smijie. When the young Greek had collected his
thoughts, he remembered that he had already seen
and been impressed by the new-comer’s features
and bearing. Then it dawned upon him that he
was the officer in command of the detachinent of
Roman soldiers that had been present at the obse-
quies of the king.

And, indeed, the man was not one to be hastily
passed over, or lightly forgotten. Inthe full vigour
of manhood—he was just about to complete his
thirty-seventh year—he presented a rare combina-
tion of strength and refinement. His face had the
regularity and fine chiselling of the Greek type, the
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nose, however, having something of the aquiline
form, which is so often one of the outward: charac-
teristics of military genius. The beauty of the
features was set off by the absence of moustache
and beard, a fashion then making its way in Italy,
but still uncommon elsewhere. To the Greek it at
once suggested the familiar artistic conception of
the beardless Apollo.

But the eyes were the most remarkable feature
of the face. They expressed with a rare force, as
the occasion demanded, kindliness, a penetrating
intelligence, or a righteous indignation against evil.
But over and above these expressions, they had from
time to time a look of inspiration. They seemed to
see something that was outside and beyond mortal
limits. In after years it was often said of Scipio— |
my readers will have guessed that I am speaking
of Scipio—that he talked with the gods. Ordinary
observers did not perceive, or did not understand it.
To a keen and sensitive nature, such as Cleanor’s,
it appealed with a force that may almost be called
irresistible. All this did not reveal itself imme-
diately to the young man, but he felt at once, as no
one ever failed to feel, the inexplicable charm of
Scipio’s personality.

*“So you, too,’ said the Roman, ‘‘have escaped
from the revellers ?”’

Cleanor made a movement as if to rise.
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‘* Nay,” said the other, ‘‘ do not disturb yourself.
Let me find a place by you ;”’ and he seated himself
on the grass. ‘‘Whata home for a naiad is this
charming little spring! But you will say that a
Roman has no business to be talking of naiads. It
is true, perhaps. Our hills, our streams, our oaks
have no such presences in them. We have borrowed
them from you. Ourdeities are practical. We have
a goddess that makes the butter to come in the
churn, curdles the milk for the cheese, and helps
the cow to calve. There is not a function or an
employment that has not got its patron or pa-
troness. But we have not peopled the world of
nature with the gracious and beautiful presences
which your poets have imagined. Nor, I fancy,”
he added, with a smile, ‘‘ have your African friends
done so.”

Cleanor, who would in any case have been too
courteous to show to a casual stranger the hostility
which he cherished against the Roman nation, felt
at once the charm of the speaker’s manner. He was
struck, too, by the purity of the Roman’s Greek
accent, and by the elegance of his language, with
which no fault could have been found except, per-
haps, that it was more literary than colloquial.
He laughingly acknowledged the compliment which
the Roman had paid to the poetical genius of his
countrymen.
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A brisk conversation on literary topics followed.
Cleanor, who was of a studious turn, had spent a
year at Athens, listening to the philosophical
teachers who were the successors of Plato at the
Academy, and another year at Rhodes, then the
most famous rhetorical school in the world. Scipio,
on the other hand, was one of the best-read men of
his age. He was a soldier and a politician, and had
distinguished himself in both capacities, but his
heart was given to letters. In private life he sur-
rounded himself with the best representatives of
Greek and Roman culture. He now found in the
young Greek, with whose melancholy history he was
acquainted, a congenial spirit. Cleanor, on the other
hand, who had something of the Greek’s readiness
to look down upon all outsiders as barbarians, was
astonished to see how wide and how deep were the
attainments of his new acquaintance.

The two thus brought together had many oppor-
tunities of improving the acquaintance thus begun.
Scipio had to carry out the details of the division
of royal functions mentioned in my last chapter.
This was not a thing to be done in a day. The three
brothers accepted - the principle readily. enough,
though they felt that the one to whom the army
had been allotted had the lion’s share of power.
But when the principles came to be applied there
were endless jealousies and differences of opinion.
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It required all Scipio’s tact and personal influence
to keep the peace unbroken.

When this complicated business was finished, or
at least put in a fair way of being finished, an un-
toward event cut short Scipio’s sojourn in Africa.
Two new commanders came out to take charge of
the Roman army before Carthage. Scipio knew
them to be rash and incompetent, and was unwilling
to incur the. responsibility of serving under them.
Accordingly he asked for permission to resign his
command—he held the rank of tribune The con-
suls, on the other hand, were not a little jealous of
their subordinate’s reputation, and, above all, of
his name. A Scipio at Carthage had a prestige
which no one else could hope to rival, and they
were glad to get rid of him.

This interruption of an acquaintance which was
rapidly ripening into friendship had an important
bearing on Cleanor’s life. If anyone could have
reconciled him to Rome, Scipio was the man.
Scipio gone, the old feelings, only too well justified
as they were, revived in full force. Hostility to
Rome became, indeed, the absorbing passion of his
life. It was a passion, however, which he concealed
with the finesse natural to his race. For the pres-
ent his purpose could, he conceived, be better served

1About equivalent to a colonel in our army. There were five tribunes in
the legion or brigade, and these commanded in turn.
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outside the walls of Carthage than within them.
Accordingly he accepted an offer from Mastanabal
that he should undertake the duties of a private -
secretary.

CHAPTER V
A GREAT SCHEME

CIPIO’S forebodings as to the incapacity of the
new generals were rapidly justified. The siege
operations had not been uniformly successful before
they took over the command. There had been losses
as wellas gains. Still, on the whole, the besiegers
had the balance of advantage. The defence had
been broken down at more points than one. Car-
thage was distinctly in a worse position than it had
been three months after the breaking out of the
war. The besieged had done some damage to the
Roman fleet, had burnt a considerable extent of
siege-works, and had suffered a distinctly smaller
loss in killed and wounded than they had been able
to inflict on their assailants.

But if the damage that they suffered was less
than that which they did, still it was less capable
of being repaired, often indeed could not be repaired
at all. If a ship was burnt, they could not build an-
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other ; the losses of the garrison could not be filled
up; the general waste of strength could not be re-
paired. Carthage, in short, had only itself to draw
upon as a reserve ; Rome had all the countries that
bordered on the Mediterranean, from Greece west-
ward. These were advantages which were certain
to tell in the long run, but meanwhile much might
occur to delay the final victory.

The first thing to happen in the Roman camp was
that supplies began to fall short. The country round
Carthage was, of course, so much wasted by this
time that practically nothing could be drawn from
it. Further off, indeed, there was plenty of food
and forage, but the natives showed no readiness in
bringing it into camp. The fact was that there was
no market; buyers there were in plenty, but not
buyers with money in hand, for the military chest
was empty, and the pay of the soldiers months in
arrear.

The consequence of this was that the Roman
generals practically raised the siege of Carthage,
and devoted their time and strength to reducing the
Carthaginian towns, hoping thus to supply their
wants. But in this attempt they made very little
progress. They began by attacking the town of
Clypea. Here they failed. The fleet could not make
its way into the harbour, which the townspeople
had effectually protected by sinking a couple of
A GREAT SCHEME Al

ships in the entrance, and the Roman engineers
could not reach the walls of the town.

They had better fortune with another small town
in the neighbourhood, though their success was
gained in a not very creditable way. The towns-
people were disposed to come to terms, and a con-
ference between their representatives and the Roman
generals was accordingly held. Terms were agreed
upon, and the agreement had been actually signed,
when some soldiers made their way into the town.
The Romans at once broke up the meeting, and
treated the place as if it had been taken by storm.
This conduct was, of course, as unwise as it was
wicked. Next to nothing was gained by the false-
hood, while every Carthaginian dependency resolved
to resist to the uttermost.

Hippo was the next place to be attacked. After
Carthage and Utica—the Roman head-quarters were
at Utica—Hippo was the largest and most impor-
tant town in Northern Africa. Its docks, its har-
bour, its walls were on a grand scale. Two hundred
years before, Agathocles, tyrant of Syracuse, in his
desperate struggle with Carthage, had made it the
base of his operations. A lavish expenditure, di-
rected by the best engineers of the time, had made
it almost impregnable.

The Roman generals had, indeed, excellent rea-
sons for attacking it. Till it was in their power,
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they could hardly hope to capture Carthage, for it
stood almost between their own head-quarters and
that city, and commanded the route by which
stores had to be carried to the besieging army. But
the Roman forces were quite unequal to the under-
taking. Twice did the people of Hippo, helped by
a sally from Carthage, destroy the siege-works, and
when the time for retiring to winter quarters ar-
rived, nothing had been accomplished by the be-
slegers.

All this did vast damage to the prestige of the
Romans. Far-seeing persons were convinced, as I
have said, that the future belonged to them; but
ordinary observers began to think, and not without
some excuse, that their decline had begun. Among
these were two out of three sons of King Masi-
nissa. Possibly dissatisfaction had something to
do with their state of mind. Each had expected to
get more than Scipio’s award had given him; both
grudged to Gulussa the command of the troops,
suspecting that this meant in the end their own
subjection to him. Gulussa himself seemed to be
still loyal to Rome, but the general discontent had
not failed to reach some of the high placed officers
in his army.

Cleanor was still with Mastanabal, and, of course,
watched the progress of affairs with intense interest.
His hopes rose high when tidings reached the palace
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that the Romans had abandoned the siege of Hippo.
At the evening meal that day the subject was dis-
cussed, but in a very guarded way, for the prince
was still, at least in name, an ally of Rome, and
his young secretary, for this was the office which
Cleanor now filled, was too discreet to ignore the
fact. The hour for retiring had almost come when
the confidential slave who waited on the prince
hurriedly entered the chamber and placed a letter
in his hands. It was a double tablet closely bound
together with cords of crimson silk, these again
being secured by seals. Hastily cutting the cords
with the dagger which he carried at his waist, the
prince read the communication with that impassive
and inscrutable look which it is one of the necessi-
ties of a despotic ruler to acquire. Rising shortly
after from table he bade the young Greek good-
night, but added, as if by an after-thought, ‘‘ But
stay, I have a book, a new acquisition, to show
you. Come into the library.”

The library was a small inner room, of a semi-
circular shape, which opened out of the dining-hall.
It had this great advantage, contemplated, no
doubt, by the builder who designed it, that conver-
sations held in it could not by any possibility be
‘overheard. It had an outer wall everywhere except
on the side which adjoined the dining-hall. It was
built on columns, so that no one could listen be-
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neath, and there was no storey over it. As long as
the outer chamber was empty, absolute secrecy was
ensured. Only a bird of the air could carry the
matters discussed in it.

‘‘Listen, Cleanor,’’ said the prince, and pro-
ceeded to read the following letter :

Hasdrubal, son of Gisco, to King Mastanabal
greeting. Know that if you would save Africa,
now, and now only, you hare the opportunity.
The komans have fled from Hippo fewer by a
third than when they first attacked it. Bithyas,
commander of Gulussa’s cavalry, has come over
to us with seven hundred of his best troopers.
Strike then along with us such a blow as shail
rid us of this devouring Beast now and for ever.
Hise you shall yourself surely be devoured.
Think not that when Carthage is destroyed, there
shall be any hope left for Numidia. Farewell!

“What think you of this, Cleanor?”’ the king
asked, after a pause. ‘‘I know well enough that
you have no liking for the Romans. Indeed, why
should you? But you can judge of how things
stand ; judge, doubtless, better in some ways than I
can, for there are many things that we kings never
see. Speak frankly. No one can overhear us.”

“Sire,” replied the young Greek, “it wants, I
fear, more wisdom than I possess to give you any
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profitable counsel. I hate Rome, but I fear her.
She makes blunders without number, *but always
manages to succeed in the end. She chooses mere
fools and braggarts for her generals, but always
finds the right man at last. So I read her history.
There was a time when everyone believed that
Hannibal would make an end of her, and yet she
survived. She lost army after army, yet conquered
in the end. After a Flaminius and a Varro‘ she
found a Scipio. And she has a Scipio now. I saw
him, sire, the other day, and felt that he was a
great man.”

‘But he is too young,” interrupted the king.
““Ffe wants some five years yet of the age when he
can be put in chief command.”’

“True, sire; but when a man is absolutely nec-
essary they will have him, be he young or old.”

‘Then there is their unending civil strife. What
of that!”

‘‘Tt makes for us, no doubt. But even that they
can drop on occasion.”

After a pause of some minutes Mastanabal spoke
again.

“Then, what do you advise ?”’

‘*Sire,”’ replied the young Greek, ‘“‘I would ad-
vise you for the present todo nothing. Let me an-

1Flaminius commanded at the disastrous battle of Lake Trasumennus,
Varro at the still more disastrous defeat of Canna.
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swer this letter in person, and answer it as I think
best, if you can trust me so far. I have a plan, for
I have been thinking of these matters night and day.
But don’t ask me what itis. Itis better that you
should know nothing about it. Iwill start at once.
Tt might look well if you were to send some troopers
in pursuit. Of course they must not catch me.
Put Juba in command, and we may rely on their
not being too active.’

“Will you carry any token from me?”’ asked the
king.

““No, sire, it is better not. Let me have the let-
ter; that will be enough. Will you forgive me if
I steal Whitefoot from her stable ?”’

‘‘Take her or any other horse that you want.
Have you money enough ?”’

‘‘ Ample, sire ; your good father provided me with
that.”

‘‘Then, farewell! Youmake mecurious, but I sup-
pose that I may not ask any questions. Inany case,
and whatever happens, count me as a sure friend.”

Before midnight Cleanor was well on his way to
Carthage. At the first signs of dawn he drew rein,
and halted for the day at a small cluster of palms,
where there was abundance of herbage for his horse.
Starting again at nightfall he reached the camp of
Hasdrubal just as the light was showing itself in
the east. The camp, it should be explained, was
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pitched outside the city. The larger half of the
Carthaginian army occupied it. The remainder of
the troops were stationed within the walls under
the command of another Hasdrubal.

Cleanor, who had contrived to learn something
about the arrangements of the camp, gave himself
up into the hands of the officer commanding an out-
lying picket. Hasdrubal’s letter proved, as he had
anticipated, a sufficient passport, and he was con-
ducted, after taking a few hours’ rest, into the
general’s presence.

The personality of Hasdrubal was not by any
means attractive, and Cleanor could not help com-
paring his puny physique and sinister expression
with the commanding figure and noble countenance
of Scipio. The Carthaginian may be best described
by saying that he resembled the more ignoble type
of Jew. It is often forgotten that the Phoenician
race, of which the Carthaginian people was the
principal offshoot, was closely akin to the Hebrew
in blood and language! Hasdrubal showed the
relationship plainly enough. His black, ringlety
hair, prominent nose, thick, sensual lips, and keen
but shifty eyes, were just such as might have been

1 Carthage was Kirjath-Hadeschath, the ‘‘new town” (opposed to Tyre,
which was the old); its chief magistrates were Shophetim (Latinized into
Suffetes), the Hebrew word for “judges.” Barca was a well-known name,
corresponding to the Hebrew Barak, and meaning “‘ lightning.”
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seen at that day in the meaner quarters of Jeru-
salem or Alexandria (then become the second capital
of the Jews), and at the present time in the London
Whitechapel or the Roman Ghetto.

On the present occasion, however, Hasdrubal wore
his most pleasing expression. He was genuinely
delighted to see Cleanor, as much delighted as he was
astonished, for he had taken it for granted that the
young man had perished in the destruction of Chelys.

“Hail, Cleanor!’’ he cried with a heartiness that
was not in the least affected. ‘‘ What good fortune
has restored you to us? we had long given you up
as dead.”

Cleanor gave him in the fewest possible words a
sketch of what had happened.

‘*And what can Ido for you ?”’ continued Has-
drubal. ‘‘If, as I hope, you are come to join us, I
can find plenty of work for you. Things are look-
ing more bright for Carthage than they have done
for years past. We shall soon have all Africa with
us. When that happens the Romans will have
nothing left them but the ground that they stand
on, and even that, I hope, not very long. You have
heard of Bithyas with his squadron coming over to
us? We shall soon have the rest of Gulussa’s army
following him, and then there will be Gulussa him-
self and his brothers. You have been in Mastana-
bal’s household ; tell me how he stands.”’
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Cleanor produced in answer Hasdrubal’s own let-
ter. ‘‘The king’s position,’’ he went on, ‘‘is a very
difficult one, and he must act with the greatest cau-
tion in your interests as well asin his own. If he
declares himself too soon, his brothers will most
certainly take the other side. What is wanted is
a combination so strong as to compel all the three
to declare themselves together. He wishes well to
you; that I can say positively.”

‘That is good as far as it goes, though I should
have liked something more definite.”

‘“May I put before you,”’ said Cleanor, ‘‘an idea
which has been working for some time in my head ?
Tam afraid that it is somewhat presumptuous in a
youth such as I am to discuss such things; still, if
you are willing to hear——’’

‘“Say on, my young friend,’ cried the Cartha-
ginian ; ‘‘a son of your house is not likely to say
anything but what is worth hearing.”

‘*T spoke of a combination which would enable
Mastanabal to declare himself. Don’t you think
such a combination might be made among all those
who hate Rome or fear her? First there is my own
nation. The League’ is, I have heard, little satis-

1 By the ‘‘ League” Cleanor means the Achwan League, a combination orig-
inally of the cities of Achaia proper, or the southern shore of the Corin-
thian Gulf, but afterwards extended over the greater part of Mainland
Greece.

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fied with its powerful friends, and it needs only a

little blowing to set that fire a-blazing. Then there
are the Macedonians, who haven’t forgotten that
they were masters of the world not so very long
ago. There is Syria, there is Egypt, both of them
afraid of being swallowed up before long. There
are the Jews, kinsmen of your own, I believe. Is it
not so?”

“Yes,” said the Carthaginian, “‘kinsmen, but not
friends I fear that we shall not get much help
there.”’

‘‘Then there is Spain. What do you know, sir,
of Spain? Is there any chance of a rising ?”’

‘‘The northern tribes? still hold their own, but
they will hardly go outside their own borders.
They are quite content to be free themselves with-
out thinking of others. Still, there is something
that might be done in Spain. Only, unluckily, the
Spaniards don’t love us any more than they love
the Romans. Perhaps they love us rather less.
However, this is a promising scheme of yours, my
young friend. Ah! if it had not been for you
Greeks we should have had all the shores of the
Sea’ long ago. We never could get you out of

1 The Cantabri (now the Basques), who were not subdued by Rome for
more than a century after this time.

? By the “Sea” Hasdrubal means the Mediterranean , outside the Pillars
of Hercules (Gibraltar and Tangiers) was the Ocean (the Atlantic).
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Sicily. It would be strange if you were now to
make amends to us for all the mischief that you
have done.”’ ;

Cleanor, who had read history to some purpose,
could not help thinking to himself that mankind
would hardly have been better off than it was if
Carthage had been mistress of the west. But he
put away the thought. His lot was cast, and he
could not, would not change it. The memory of the
inexpiable wrong that he had suffered swept over
his mind, and he set himself resolutely to carry out
his purpose.

‘“‘And what do you suggest?’’ continued Has-
drubal.

‘*To go myself and see what can be done,”’ re-
plied the Greek.

“Good! And let no time be lost. I don’t mean
that you are one to lose time; that you certainly
are not; I mean that we had better not say any-
thing about this to the authorities inside the walls.
There will be questions, debates, delays, nothing
settled, I feel sure, till it is too late. You must go
unofficially, but I will give you letters of commen-
dation which you will find useful. Succeed, and
there is nothing that you may not ask, and get,
from Carthage and from me. When shall you be
ready to start?”
me To-day.”’
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*‘ And whither do you propose to go first ?”’

‘First, of course, to Greece; then to Macedonia.
I hear that there is someone there who calls him-
self the son of King Philip, and that the Macedo-
nians are flocking to his standard.”

“So be it. Farewell; and Hercules be with
you!”

CHAPTER VI

THE MISSION

LEANOR’S interview with Hasdrubal was fol-
lowed by a long conversation with one of his
staff, Gisco by name, in which were discussed the
best and safest means of crossing from Africa to
Greece. The Greek might have had at his command
the best and fleetest war-galley in the docks of Car-
thage, but the idea did not at all commend itself to
him. The harbour was not actually blockaded—
Roman seamanship was hardly equal to maintain-
ing a blockade, which often means the imminent —
peril of lying off a lee-shore—but it was pretty
closely watched ; the sea in the neighbourhood was
patrolled by Roman ships, and the chances were at
least equal that a Carthaginian galley would be
challenged and brought to bay before it could
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reach Kurope, and more than likely that if so chal-
lenged it would be captured. Some kind of dis-
guise seemed to be far more promising of safety,
and the more obscure the disguise the better the
promise.

A little fleet of vessels was about to sail from one
of the coast villages for the autumn tunny-fishing,
and. Cleanor resolved to embark on one of them. It
had been one of his boyish delights to spend a few
days from time to time at sea, and he had a long-
standing acquaintance, which might almost have
been called a friendship, with the veteran master of
one of these craft. The tunny-fishing had always
been too long an affair for the lad, who had his
duties at home to attend to. The boats were about
a month or more from home if the shoals had to be
followed far, for the tunny is a fish that lives
mostly in deep water. But there was a standing
engagement that some day or other, when he hap-
pened to have leisure sufficient, the thing was to be
done. Syphax—this was the old fisherman’s name
—knew nothing about his visitor except that he
was @ merry, companionable lad who had a suffi-
cient command of gold pieces. To politics he paid
no attention whatever. If there was war, it made no
difference to him except, possibly, to increase the
market for his tunnies, and raise the price. Romans
and Carthaginians agreed in liking his wares; if
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they paid honestly for them, it did not matter to
the fisherman what they did in other matters.

When, therefore, two or three days after his visit
to Hasdrubal’s camp, the Greek knocked at the
door of Syphax’s little house by the sea, he received
a hearty welcome, and was asked no inconvenient
questions.

‘“You’re just in time, young sir,’’ cried the old
man, ‘‘if you are come for the tunnies. We start
at sunset, and, if we have luck, we shall be among
them by dawn to-morrow. Just now the shoals are
pretty near, and we may catch a boat-load before
the new moon—it is just full to-day. But you are
not in a hurry, I hope, if we should have to go
further afield.’’

‘All right, Syphax!” replied Cleanor. ‘‘I shall
be able to see it through this time.”

The old man, who had, indeed, the experience of
sixty years to draw from, was quite right in his pre-
diction that they would find themselves among the
tunnies at dawn. They had been able to get over
a considerable distance during the night. At first
their progress had been slow, forit was a dead calm,
and the sweeps had to be used. About midnight,
when they were well out of the shelter of the land,
a light breeze from the southsprang up. The broad
lateen sail was gladly hoisted, and the little craft
sped gaily along, making, with the wind due aft,
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some six or seven miles an hour. Cleanor, who had
fallen asleep shortly after midnight, not a little
fatigued by the share which he had insisted on
taking in the rowing, was awakened, after what
seemed to him five minutes of slumber, by the
captain.

‘“See,”’ cried the old man, ‘“‘there they are yon-
der. Thanks to Dagon, we have got among them
quite as soon as I hoped.”’

And sure enough, about three hundred yards off,
just in a line with the sun, which was beginning to
lift a crimson disk out of the sea, the water seemed
positively alive with fish, little and big. The tun-
nies had got among a shoal of sardines, and were
busy with the chase. Every now and then some
score of small fry would throw themselves wildly
out of the water to escape their pursuer; behind
them the water swirled with the rush of some mon-
ster.fish, whose great black fin might be discerned,
by a keen eye, just showing above the surface.
Elsewhere, one of the tunnies would leap bodily
into the air, his silvery side gleaming in the almost
level rays of the rising sun. The sail had already
been lowered, and the sweeps, after some dozen
strokes to give a little way to the vessel in the right
direction, had been shipped again. In another min-
ute the little craft had quietly glided into the mid-
dle of the shoal.
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Cleanor, in spite of all the grave preoccupation
of his mind, was still young enough to enjoy the
brisk scene which followed. There were two ways
of securing the fish: the harpoon was one; the
hand-line was the other, the hook being baited with
a small fish or with a bit of brilliant red cloth.
Syphax and two of his sailors used the former.
Cleanor and the third sailor, a young man of about
the same age, as being not sufficiently expert with
the harpoon, were furnished with hand-lines.

The fun was fast and furious. At his very first
shot the captain drove his harpoon into the side of
a huge tunny. So strong was the creature that it
positively towed the boat after it for a few minutes.
This gave to Cleanor’s baited hook exactly the mo-
tion that was wanted. It was soon seized with a
force which jerked the line out of his hand, and
would infallibly have carried it away altogether,
had it not been wound round his leg, more, it must
be confessed, by accident than by design.

A sharp struggle followed. For some time the
fisherman seemed to get no nearer to securing his

fish. It would suffer itself to be drawn up a few
yards, and would then by a fierce rush recover and
even increase its distance. But the line was of a
thickness and strength which allowed any strain to
be put upon it, and the hook was firmly fastened
into the leathery substance of the fish’s mouth. The
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creature’s only chance of escape was that the tre-
mendous jerks it gave might flatten the barb of the
hook. This did not happen, for Syphax took good
care that all his tackle should be of the very best
quality, and, after a conflict of half an hour, Cleanor
had the satisfaction of seeing his prey turn helpless
and exhausted on to its side. He drew it up close
to the vessel, glad enough to give a little rest to his
fingers, which were actually bleeding with the fric-
tion of the line. A sailor put his fingers into the
animal’s gills, and lifted it by a great effort over
the gunwale. It weighed a little more than a hun-
dred pounds.

The sport continued till noon, only interrupted
by a few short intervals when the shoal moved away
and had to be followed. By noon so many fish had
been secured that it became necessary to take meas-
ures for preserving them. They were split open and
cleaned. The choicest portions were immersed in
casks which held a liquid used for pickling ; other
parts were salted lightly or thoroughly, according
as they were intended for speedy consumption or
otherwise.

‘““You have brought us good luck,” said Syphax
to his guest, as they shared the last meal after a
day’s hard work. ‘In all my experience—and it
goes back sixty years at least—I don’t remember
getting such sport so soon. Another day or two of
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this and we shall have a full cargo, and may go
home again.”

He had hardly spoken when his eye was caught
by a strange appearance in the water—strange,
that is, to Cleanor, but only too familiar and intel-
ligible to the old man.

“Ah!” he cried, ‘‘ I thought that it was too good
to last. Do yousee that eddy yonder? And look,
there is the brute’s back-fin.”’

‘‘What is it?’’? asked Cleanor.

‘A shark, of course,’ replied the old man.
‘They never bode any good to anyone. Dagon
only knows where we shall find the tunnies again.
They will be leagues away from here by sunrise to-
molrow, and there is no telling what way they will
go. However, we have done pretty well, even if we
don’t see them again this moon. To-night we will
lie-to ; it will be time enough in the morning to de-
cide what is to be done.”

-Cleanor had begun to fear that his experiment
might turn out to be a failure. Nothing, he knew,
would induce the old man to sail another league
away from home when once his cargo had been
completed. Accordingly he had hailed the shark’s
appearance with delight as soon as he comprehend-
ed what it meant, and now he turned to sleep with
a lighter heart.

Again did the old fisherman show himself a true
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prophet. The next morning, and for many morn-
ings afterwards, not a tunny was to be seen. The
weather, however, continued fine, and the little
craft made its way in a leisurely fashion towards
the north-east, a sharp look-out being kept by day,
and, as far as was possible, by night, for the object
of pursuit.

Two days had passed in this way when masses
of floating sea-weed and flocks of gulls began to
warn the captain that he was drawing near the land.

‘‘We have been on the wrong tack,” he said to
Cleanor, ‘‘and must put her head about. We are
more likely to find the fish in deep water than here.”

‘¢ Where are we, then?’’ asked the Greek.

“Almost within sight of Lilybaeum, as far as I
can guess.”’

Cleanor felt that it was time toact. ‘* Will you
do me a favour?”’ he said.

‘Certainly,’ replied the old man, ‘‘if I possibly
can.’’

“Well, then, put me ashore.”’

“That is easy enough, if I am not wrong in my
guess as to our whereabouts. How long do you
want to stay? I should not like to lose this fine
weather. As for landing, I should have had to do
that in any case, for we are getting short of water.”

“‘T don’t want you to wait for me. Only land
me and leave me.”
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‘“What! Tired of the business, I suppose. Well,
we have been a long time doing nothing, but we
must come across the tunnies soon.”

Cleanor, who was anxious above all things not to
be thought to have any serious object in view, al-
lowed that the time did seem a little long. He had
friends and kinsfolk, too, in Sicily, he said, and it
would be a pity to lose the opportunity of paying
them a visit. It was arranged, accordingly, that he
should be landed, and that the crew should replen-
ish their water-casks at the same time. He parted
with his friends on the best of terms. Two gold
pieces to the captain and one to each of the crew
sent them away in great glee, singing his praises as
the most open-handed young sportsman that they
had ever had to do with.

It is needless to relate in detail our hero’s journey
through Sicily. He bought a stout young horse,
one of the famous breed of Sicilian cobs, at Agri-
gentum, near which place he had been landed, and
reached Syracuse without further adventure. At
Syracuse he found a merchant vessel about to start
for Corinth, secured a berth in her, and reached
that city after a rapid and prosperous voyage.
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CHAPTER VII

THE LAST OF THE GREEKS

OST of Cleanor’s fellow-passengers on board
the Wereid—tfor this was the name of the sin-
gularly un-nymphlike trading vessel that carried
him to Corinth—were a curious medley of races
and occupations. Corinth was the mart of the
western world, and was frequented, for business or
for pleasure, by all its races. There were soothsay-
ers from Egypt, who found their customers all the
more credulous because they boasted that they be-
lieved in nothing; Syrian conjurors ; Hebrew slave-
dealers; a mixed troop of commercial travellers ;
and a couple of grave-looking, long-bearded men
who, in spite of their philosophers’ cloaks, were
perhaps the greediest, the most venal of all.

One passenger, however, was of a very different
class. He was a Syracusan noble, erect and vigor-
ous, notwithstanding his seventy years, whose dig-
nified bearing and refined features spoke plainly
enough of high breeding and culture. He was a
descendant of Archias, the Corinthian emigrant,
who, some six centuries before, had founded the
colony of Syracuse, and he was coming, as he told
Cleanor, in whom he had discovered a congenial
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companion, on a religious mission. The tie that
bound a Greek colony to the mother city had a cer-
tain sanctity about it. Sentiment there was, and
the bond of mutual advantage; but there was more,
a feeling of filial reverence and duty, which was ex-
pressed by appropriate solemnities.

‘‘T am bringing,’’ said Archias—he bore the same
name as his far-away ancestor—“ the yearly offering
from Syracuse the daughter to Corinth the mother.
I have done it now more than thirty times. But I
feel a certain foreboding that I shall not come on
the same errand again. If that means only that
my own time is near, itis nothing. I have had my
share of life. The gods have dealt bountifully with
me, and if they callme I shall go without grumbling.
But I can’t help feeling that it is something more
than the trifle of my own life that is concerned, that
some evil is impending either over Syracuse or over
Corinth. As for my own city, I don’t see where the
trouble is tocomefrom. We have long since bowed
our necks to the yoke, and we bear it without
wincing. For bearable it is, though it is heavy.
But for Corinth I own that I have many fears. She
is restless, she is vain; she has ambitions to which
she is not equal. The gods help her and save
her, or take me away before my eyes see her
ruin !”’

As they were drawing near their journey’s end
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Archias warmly invited his young friend to make
his home with him during his stay in Corinth.

“J have an apartment,’ he said, ‘‘reserved for
me in the home of the guest-friend of Syracuse.
The city rents it for me, and makes mean allowance
for the expenses of my journey. I feel bound to
accept it, though, without at all wishing to boast of
my wealth, I may say that I don’t need it. You
must not think that you are burdening a poor man
—that is all. I can introduce you to everybody
that is worth knowing in Corinth, and, if you have
any business on hand, shall doubtless be able to
help you. And it will be a pleasure, I assure you,
to have a companion who is not wearied with an old
man’s complaints of the new times.’’

Cleanor thankfully accepted the invitation. When
the Wereid reached the port of Corinth he found
that the Syracusan’s arrival had been expected. A
chariot was in waiting at the quay to convey them
to the city. At the apartment all preparations for
the comfort of the guests were complete—it was a
standing order that a provision sufficient for two
should be made. First there was the bath—more
than usually welcome after the somewhat squalid

conditions of life on board the merchantman—and .

after the bath a meal, excellently cooked and ele-
gantly served.
The meal ended, Cleanor felt moved to become
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more confidential with his new friend than he had
hitherto been. Naturally he had been very reserved,
giving no reason for Archias to suppose that he had
other objects in his travels than amusement or in-
struction. But he felt that it would be somewhat
ungracious to maintain this attitude while he was
enjoying so kind and generous an hospitality. Ina
conversation that was prolonged far into the night
he opened up his mind with considerable freedom.
His precise schemes he did not mention ; they were
scarcely his own secret; and he said nothing about
Hasdrubal, feeling—for he had studied history with
intelligence and sympathy—that a Syracusan noble
would scarcely look with favour on anything that
came from Carthage, the oldest and bitterest enemy
of his country. But he gave a general descrip-
tion of his hope and aim, a common union of the
world under the leadership of the Greek race
against the domination with which Rome was
threatening it.

The Syracusan listened with profound attention.
‘‘Tt has done me good,”’ he said, ‘‘to hear you. I
did not know that such enthusiasm was to be found
nowadays. Thevery word has gone out of fashion,
I may say fallen into disrepute. It used to mean
inspiration, now it meansmadness. Our young men
care for nothing but sport, and even their sport has
to be done for them by others. They have chariots,
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but they hire men to drive them; the cestus! and
the wrestling ring are left to professional athletes.
The only game which they are not too languid to
practise with their own hands is the xottabos, and
the kotéabos* is not exactly that for which our
fathers valued all these things, a preparation for
war. I hate to discourage you, but I should be
sorry to see you ruining your life in some hopeless
cause.”’

‘* But, if I may say so much with all respect, isn’t
this exactly what has been said time after time?
May there not be something better than you think,
than anybody would think, in these frivolous young
fellows? Who would have thought Alcibiades any-
thing but a foolish fop, and yet what a soldier he
was when the time came! ”’

** Well, I hope that you are right,” replied the old
man; ‘‘only your Alcibiades must make haste to
show himself, or else it will be too late. But it is
not only this, the folly and frivolity of the youth,
that discourages me; it is the hopeless meanness
and jealousy of the various states. IfI could raise
from the dead the very best leadera Greek city ever
had, I should still despair. Now listen to the story

1 The ancient boxing-glove, a formidable construction, fitted to the hand,
of leather thongs heavily loaded with lead.

2 This consisted in throwing wine out of a cup into a bowl placed at some
distance. The game was played in various ways.

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that I have to tell you. Don’t think that Iam a
mere grumbler, who does his best to discourage
thoughts that are too high for him to understand ;
I speak from a bitter experience. But you shall
hear.

*“‘T am just old enough to remember the storm
and sack of my native city by the Romans. I was
but five years old, but even a child of five does not
forget when he sees, as I saw, his father and his
elder brother killed before his eyes. I should have
been killed myself—for the soldiers, who had suf-
fered terribly in the siege, spared no one—but for
Marcellus himself! He let the slave who waited on
me carry me off to his own hut. That worthy slave
and his good wife kept me for five years ont of their
scanty wages—he was a workman in the stone-
quarries, and she sold cakes to schoolboys in the
streets—till I was ten years old. Then interest was
made with the Senate at Rome, and part of the
family property was given back to me. You will
understand that I was very restless at Syracuse, but
Icould not move till I was twenty-five, for my
father’s will had fixed this age for my becoming my
own master. It is a custom in our family, and I
was too dutiful to think of breaking it. But the
moment I became my own master I made haste to
carry out a plan which I had long been thinking of.

1 Marcellus was the Roman general in command.
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The famous soldier of the time was Philopcemen,
the Arcadian. It was a privilege to serve under
him as a volunteer, and there were always ten times
more applications than there were places to fill.
However, by great good luck, and partly, I may
say, through my having had the good fortune to
win the foot-race at Olympia, I was chosen. I
landed here—it is more than forty-five years ago—
and made my way to his homein Arcadia. He had
himself just come back from Sparta, which he had
brought over to the cause of Greece. Sparta, as I
dare say you know, has always cared much for her-
self, and very little for anything or anybody else,
I shall never forget what happened a few days after
my arrival. The Spartans, or, I should rather say,
the reforming party among the Spartans—for there
never was a Greek city yet but had two parties in it
at the very least—felt greatly obliged to him for
what he had done, and determined to make him a
present. Well, they sent three of their chief citi-
zens to offer it tohim. They came, and Philopcemen
entertained them. Of course he knew nothing about
the object of their coming, and they said nothing
about it. They seemed ill at ease—that I could not
help observing—though their host was all that was
courteous and agreeable ; but speak they couldn’ t.
There was something about the man which posi-
tively forbade their mentioning such a matter. The
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next day they went away, leaving their offer un-
spoken. But as they could hardly go back to
Sparta with this story, they put the matter into the
hands of an old friend to carry out.

‘Tt seems an easy thing to get rid of a pocketful
of gold, but this man didn’t find itso. Everything
about Philopcemen was so simple, so frugal, he
seemed so absolutely above things of the kind, that
it was impossible to offer him money. The man
went away without saying anything. He came a
second time, and it was the same thing all over
again. I don’t say but what Philopcemen had now
some inkling of what wason hand. There wasa
twinkle in his eye, as if he was enjoying some joke
greatly. As for me, I was completely mystified.
Then the three Spartans came back again, and this
time they forced themselves to speak, and, of course,
did it in the clumsiest, most brutal fashion. It was
a large sum, too, a hundred and twenty talents,!
if I remember right.

“Philopoemen smiled. ‘My friends,’ he said,
‘you would have laid out this money very badly if
I were to take it. Don’t buy your friends; you
have them already. Buy your enemies.’

‘“‘And a good friend he showed himself. He

1 £27,000 in our money, reckoning by weight at five shillings per ounce for
silver. This would mean a great deal more in purchasing power, not less
than £100,000.
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wasn’t in office then, and the President of the
League, having a difference with the Spartans in
some matter of no great importance, was all for us-
ing force.

‘«*Pray,’ said Philopemen to him, ‘ don’t do any-
thing of the kind. It is sheer madness to quarrel
with a great Greek state, when the Romans are on
the watch to take advantage of our divisions.’

‘‘And when he found that speaking was of no
use, he mounted his horse and rode straight to
Sparta—I was with him—to warn them of what was
going to be done. Sure enough, in the course of
ten days or so, the President comes with some five -
thousand men of his own and half a Roman le-
gion; but Sparta was ready. They had to go back
again without doing any harm. Some two months
afterwards he was chosen President—for the eighth
time it was—very much against his will, for he had
passed his seventieth year, and was hoping to spend
the rest of his days in peace. But it was not to be.
There was a revolution in Messene, one of the end-
less changes which tempt one to think, against
one’s own conscience, that the steady, fixed rule of
an able, honest tyrant is the best kind of govern-
ment that a state can have. The Messenians, ac-
cordingly, renounced the League. This might have
been endured ; but it was another matter when they
proceeded to seize a strong place outside their own
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borders. Philopcemen was lying sick with fever
at the timein Argos, but he left his bed immediately,
and was on horseback in less than an hour. I was
with him ; indeed, I never left him of my own free
will. Before nightfall we had reached his home in
Arcadia, four hundred furlongs was the distance,
and the roads about as rough and steep as you will
find anywhere in Greece. The next day he sent
round the city calling for volunteers. Some three
hundred joined him—gentlemen, all of them, who
furnished their own arms, and rode their own horses.
We had a smart brush with the enemy, and got the
better of them. But they were strongly reinforced,
and as we were now heavily overmatched, Philo-
poemen gave the signal to fall back. His one
thought now was to save the volunteers.

‘“<* They are the heart’s blood of the city,’ he said
to me, ‘and they must not be wasted.’

‘‘He placed himself with a few troopers, who
formed his body-guard, in the rear, and protected
their retreat. He was a famous swordsman, you
must know, and old as he was, there were very few
who cared to come to close quarters with him. But
of course they had their darts, and he was soon
wounded in several places, as, indeed, we all were.
And then on some very rough ground his horse
stumbled and threw him. He was an old man, you
see, and he had had two days of hard riding, and
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the fever fit—which was of the ague kind, caught
some years before when he was campaigning in
Crete—was coming upon him.

“« “Save yourselves,’ he said to us ; ‘your country
will want you for many years yet, but Iam an old
man.’
“However, he gave me leave to stay; the others
he commanded on their obedience to go. When
the enemy came up he had fainted. They thought
he was dead, and began to strip him of his arms,
but before they had finished he came to himself.
My blood boils to this day when I think how they
treated him. They bound his hands behind his
back, and drove him before them on foot as he was,
half-dead with fatigue and sickness.

“That night we bivouacked in the open. Some of
the troopers had a feeling of pity or shame. One
lent him his cloak to keep the cold off, though he
had to go without one himself; another shared his
‘ration of bread, dried meat, and rough wine with
him. On the evening of the next day we came to
Messene town, and I must do the townsfolk the
justice to say that the sight was not at all to their
liking. I heard many of them cursing the man—
Deinocrates was his name, and he was as ill-con-
ditioned a scoundrel as there was in Greece—who
had given the orders for it to be done. Still, no one
had the courage to interfere, and Deinocrates de-
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termined to finish matters before he was hindered ;
for he knew perfectly well that the League would
spare nothing to get back their president.

‘‘He thrust him, therefore, into a dungeon that
was called the Treasury, a dreadful hole without a
window or door, but having the entrance to it
blocked by a huge stone. Deinocrates then held
a hurried council with some of his own party.
They voted with one accord for death. What fol-
lowed I heard from the executioner himself, who
was one of Deinocrates’ slaves. His story was this:

“““My master said to me, ‘‘ Take this cup’’—I
guessed from the look and the smell that it was
hemlock—‘‘ to the prisoner, and don’t leave him till
he drinks it.’ I went in—it wanted buta little time
to midnight —and found Philopcmen awake.
“* Ah!” he said, when he saw me, ‘‘ your master isa
generous man, and sends me, I doubt not, a draught
of one of his richest vintages. But before I drink
it, answer me, if you can, one question. Have any
prisoners been brought in?’’ I said that I had not
heard of any. ‘‘ None of the young horsemen that
were with me?”’ I said that I had not seen them.
He smiled and said, ‘‘ You bring good tidings.
Things have not gone altogether ill with me.” Then
he took the cup and drank it up without another
word. This done he lay down again. I watched
by him, but though I heard him breathing heavily
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he never moved. Just before cock-crow I judged
that he died, for it was then that breathing ceased,
and when I put my hand on his heart I could feel
nothing.’

“That was the end of Philopcemen, ‘the last of
the Greeks,’ as I heard an enemy, a Roman, call
him. And what, my dear young friend, can Greece
do without Greeks ?”’

CHAPTER VIII
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LEANOR was of far too sanguine a tempera-
ment to allow himself to be daunted by the
gloomy reminiscences of his friend. ‘‘ Things,’’ he
said to himself, ‘‘are altered since then. Rome is
more manifestly formidable, for she has rid herself
of more than one rival. The mere instinct of self-
preservation must make those that are left unite.’’
Still, he could not hide from himself various dis-
couraging facts that forced themselves upon his
notice. In the first place Corinth, or, rather, the
Corinthian people, disappointed him. The place
itself was intensely interesting; he did not know
whether to admire more the splendid remains of the
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past that it had to show, or the evidences of a pros-
perous present with which it abounded.

At one time he would make his way to the high-
est point of the citadel, the Acro-Corinthus, and ~
look down upon the city, crowded as it was with
temples, public halls, mansions, on which the
wealth of centuries had been lavished. At another
he would spend long hours in wandering about the
docks, that one which brought to the ‘‘ City of the
Two Seas’? the commerce of the West, or that
other which was filled with the merchandise of the
East.

There were vessels of all sizes and of every kind
of rig, manned with seamen of every nationality,
and bringing the merchandise of every country,
from the Atlantic shores on the west to remote re-
gions of the east of which no European knew ex-
cept by repute. Blocks of tin and strings of amber
from far-off islands of the north, ivory and precious
stones from the African coasts far to the south of
the Pillars of Hercules, iron from Elba, cattle and
fruit from the Balearic Isles, wines from Sicily and
the shores of the Adriatic, were among the most
common articles in the western harbour; to the
eastern harbour came silks from China, metal work
from India—then as now famous for the skill of its
handicraftsmen—dried fruits from Lesser Asia, salt
and pickled fish from the Black Sea, wheat from
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Egypt, and wines, some of them the finest vintages
in the world, from the islands of the AMgean. Co-
rinth, then, was interesting enough, making the im-
pression upon a stranger of being one of the busiest
and wealthiest places in the world.

But what of the Corinthians? A more mixed, I
may say mongrel, multitude could not be seen any-
where. Cleanor’s first impression was that the pop-
ulation contained specimens of every nation upon
earth —except Greeks. There were swarms of
Asiatics from the Lesser Asia and from Syria, yel-
low-skinned Egyptians, Arabs and Moors showing
every variety of brown, and negroes with their
glossy black. In effective contrast to these might
be seen a few Gauls, blue-eyed and yellow-haired,
whose imposing stature seemed to dwarf to pygmies
the crowds through which they shouldered their
way. Now and then a Roman, conspicuous in his
white toga edged with a narrow purple stripe,‘
moved along with slow, dignified step, which seemed
to speak of a man born to rule. It was curious to
note the expression of fear and hatred with which
he was regarded. Again and again, as he watched
this motley crowd thronging the streets with an end-

1 This narrow stripe indicated the knight; the broad stripe indicated the
senator. The knights were the capitalists of Rome, farming the revenues of
the state, a business becoming yearly more important as the dominions of
the republic continued to grow.
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less variety of costume, colour, and dress, Cleanor
felt disposed to say, ‘‘ Here is Corinth, but where
are the Corinthians?’ And when he did see speci-
mens of the genuine Corinthian, he had to own to
himself that they did not greatly impress him.
The city had its gilded youth, most of them belong-
ing to the second or third generations of families
enriched by trade, but some claiming to be Bacchi-
adee,t or even descendants of the mythical Sisyphus
who had founded the city some fourteen centuries
before. A more debauched, spendthrift, and gen-
erally useless set he had never seen. They made
no pretence to culture; they shuddered at the idea
of a campaign ; even the sports of the arena were
too much for their effeminate frames. Cleanor felt
his spirits sink and his hopes diminish day by day,
for Corinth was now the capital of Greece. Archias,
his host, watched him meanwhile with a compas-
sionate interest. He had had something of the same
enthusiasm himself in bygone days, and had known
the inexpressible pain of having to own that it was
a delusion.

‘“Do you know,’ he said to his young guest
some ten days after their arrival, ‘‘ that there is to
be an important meeting of the Assembly to-mor-
row ?””

‘‘T heard Polemon say something about it to-day.

1This was the ancient aristocracy of Corinth.
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He asked one of the young fellows who were play-
ing at kottabos with him whether he thought of
going, and seemed to surprise him very much by
the question. Polemon, you see, has not been living
in Corinth for much more than a year, and has not
quite caught the high-toned Corinthian manner.
He actually imagines it possible fora man to have
some interest in public affairs. You should have
heard the astonishment in his friend’s voice when
he answered him, ‘Going to the Assembly, did you
say? Why, my dear fellow, I have never been to
the Assembly, and certainly never shall, till they
make me Eparch or whatever they call it, when I
shall have to, I suppose. And to-morrow of all
days in the year! Why, don’t you know that Pin-
tocles of Megara is coming over with his champion
team of quails, and that I am going to meet them
with mine? We have a wager of a hundred gold
pieces on the event. If one side kills a2 the birds
on the other side, the loser is to pay double stakes. -
In any case the winner is to give a dinner to the
loser and his friends. Going to the Assembly, in-
deed!’ That is all that I have heard about it.”
‘*Then I had better enlighten you,” replied Ar-
chias. ‘‘You know that the Assembly has been
called to hear the envoys from Rome state the
terms which the Senate is willing to agree to. You
ought to be there. You will find it very interesting,
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whatever these young gentlemen with their teams
of fighting quails may think about it.’’

‘‘Certainly I should like to go; but how am I to
get in? At Athens they were very particular not to
admit anyone that was not a citizen.”

“Don’t trouble yourself on that score. Here
they are not particular at all. Simply follow the
crowd. There will be no one to stop you.”

And so it turned out. There were door-keepers
at the entrances to the vast amphitheatre in which
the meeting of the Assembly was held, but they did
not attempt to exclude anyone. Cleanor found
himself, when he was seated, in the midst of a crowd
almost as variegated and as polyglot as that at which
he was accustomed to gaze in the streets. No one
could suppose that any large proportion of them
were genuine Corinthian citizens. The fourth hour!
was the time appointed for the commencement of
business, and the multitude spent the interval much
in the same way that a waiting crowd would do now-
adays. They cheered or hissed any well-known
citizen as he took his place, yelled out witticisms
which seemed to please the more the coarser and

1 The fourth hour, reckoned, i.e., from sunrise. As the timeis supposed to
be late in the autumn, sunrise would be at 7, and the fourth hour about 10.20,
each hour being of fifty minutes duration, i.e., the twelfth part of the hours’
day between 7a.M.and 5Pp.m. Whatever the length of the day it was di-
vided into twelve hours.
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more personal they were, sang songs with noisy cho-
ruses, and kept up generally an incessant uproar.
Men carrying baskets of cakes and sweetmeats, or
jars of wine, passed up and down the spaces be-
tween the blocks of seats, and did a brisk business
in their respective wares.

A brief hush fell upon the noisy crowd when,
after the signal had been given by the blast of a
trumpet, the doors leading into what may be called
the magistrates’ box were thrown open, and the
officials who were to conduct the business of the
day filed in. There was nothing noteworthy about
their reception, but when the figures of the two
Roman envoys became visible, a storm of groans
and hisses broke out ten times louder and fiercer
than the noisiest manifestation that had greeted the
most unpopular Corinthian. The two Romans bore
themselves with characteristic indifference, took
their seats in the places allotted to them, and
watched the furious multitude with the utmost un-
concern.

After the howling and stamping had gone on for
some quarter of an hour, the demonstration began
to die away. One of the magistrates dropped a few
grains of incense into a fire that was burning in
front of him, and poured out a little wine, mutter-
ing at the same time an invocation to Zeus, the
patron deity of Corinth. This was equivalent to
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our ‘‘ opening the proceedings with prayer.’’ This
ceremony completed, a herald proclaimed that the
Assembly was constituted, and the presiding magis-
trate stepped forward to open the proceedings.

His speech was of the briefest. ‘‘ Citizens of
Corinth,”’ he said, ‘‘ you are called together to-day
to hear the terms on which the Senate and People
of Rome are willing to make a treaty of perpetual
friendship with you. They have sent two distin-
guished citizens, both members of the Senate, who
will set the matter before you, and whom you will
receive with that courtesy which it is the custom of
Corinth to show to the ambassadors of other na-
tions.”

The Romans stepped to the front of the platform.
They were met for a few moments with a renewal
of the uproar which had greeted their first appear-
ance. But the Assembly was genuinely anxious to
hear what they had to say, and the disturbing ele-
ment was hushed into silence.

Rome had paid the Greek people the compliment
of sending them envoys who could address them in
their own language. Titus Manlius—this was the
name of the senior envoy—was one of the most cult-
ured men of the time, one of the Scipio circle, and
feeling a genuine admiration for Greece, for the
Greece, 7.e., of the past, for he had no little con-
tempt for the Greece of the present. On the present
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occasion, however, he had every wish to please and
conciliate.

When it was seen that he was going to address
the Assembly without the aid of an interpreter, he
was greeted with applause, which was renewed after
he had uttered a few sentences with a fluency and
purity of accent which much impressed his hearers,
few of whom, indeed, could in these respects have
rivalled him. When he went on, in a few well-
turned phrases, to compliment his hearers on the
dignity and antiquity of their city, and on the ser-
vices which they had rendered to Greece in repel-
ling the barbarians from without, and checking un-
due ambition from within, he was met with loud
applause.

But after compliments came business, after sweets
bitter. The first statement was that the Senate and
People of Rome desired that every Greek city
should enjoy complete freedom, electing its own
magistrates, and being governed by its own laws.

This was received with some applause, though
the Assembly was acute enough to be aware that a
generality of this kind might not mean very much.

The speaker went on: ‘‘Every city may form
such alliances as may seem expedient, provided only
that they be not to the injury of the public peace.
No city shall be compelled to enter into or to give

up any alliance against its will.”
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At this there were loud expressions of disap-
proval. It was a cardinal point with the League,
of which Corinth was the ruling member, that every
city in Greece must join it. At this very time
Sparta was insisting on her right to stand alone, and
the other states, headed by Corinth, were insisting
that she must join them. And now Rome had pro-
nounced in favour of Sparta.

The third item in the programme pleased the au-
dience still less, for it touched their pride at a very
tender point. ‘A Roman garrison will occupy the
citadel until affairs shall have been finally arranged.
The occupation is for a time only, and will cease
as soon as this may be done without injury to the
public good.”

But when the last condition was announced it
was met with a perfect storm of rage. ‘‘ Anxious
to promote the general welfare of Greece, the Senate
and People of Rome decree that the island of Delos
shall be a free port.”

This was a thing that everybody could under-
stand. Freedom, after all, was not much more than
a sentiment, and alliances were a matter for rulers
to settle. Even a garrison in the citadel might be
endured, for it meant the spending of a good deal
of money. But Delos a free port! That was be-
yond all bearing. There was not a man in the
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whole of the Assembly but would be distinctly
the poorer for it.

The Roman had scarcely sat down when Crito-
latis, the president of the League, sprang to his feet,
and poured out a furious oration, in which he de-
nounced the hypocrisy, the arrogance, and the
greed of Rome. As he spoke, the temper of his
audience rose higher and higher. The whole mul-
titude sprang to their feet, howling, and shaking
their fists at the Romans as they sat calm and in-
different in their place. Still the crisis, dangerous
as it looked, might have passed off but for the mis-
chievous act of some half-witted fellow who had
found his way into the Assembly.

‘CAs for these men who have come hither to in-
sult us,’’ cried the orator in the peroration of his
speech, “‘let them carry back to their employers at
home the message of our unanimous contempt and
defiance”’ ‘‘ And this too,’ shouted the man, ‘‘as
a little token of our affection,’ throwing at the
same time a rotten fig. It struck one of the envoys
on the shoulder, making a disfiguring stain on the
white toga. ‘‘Good! good!” shouted the crowd,
and followed it up with a shower of similar missiles.
Some stones followed, and then came a leaden bul-
let propelled from a sling, which struck the wall
behind the chairs of the Romans, and only a few
inches above their heads.
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The magistrates awoke to the gravity of the situ-
ation. They were responsible for good order, were
unwilling, in any case, to be themselves compro-
mised, and had an uneasy feeling that the excite-
ment of such proceedings would have to be dearly
paid for. They caught the two Romans by the
arms, and literally forced them out of the building
by the door which served as a private entrance for
official persons. The usual escort was in waiting
outside. Under this protection the envoys were
able to reach the citadel in safety. They had re-
ceived a few blows, but had not sustained any seri-
ous injury.

‘What think you of this?”’ asked the Syracusan
of his young friend as they walked back to their
lodging.

‘‘A grievous business indeed, and of the very
worst augury for the future,’”’ replied Cleanor.

‘Yes,’ said Archias. ‘‘ Who can help thinking
of Tarentum, and how the robe of Postumius! was
soiled and washed white again.”

10. Postumius was sent in the year 286 3.c. to deliver to the people of
Tarentum the wltimatum of Rome. While he was speaking a buffoon be-
spattered his toga with some filth. He held up the robe in the sight of the
Assembly, with the words, ‘‘ Verily this shall be washed white.”




THE ROMAN ENVOYS TO CORINTH ARE COMPELLED TO
LEAVE THE AMPHITHEATRE
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CHAPTER IX

AT THERMOPYLA

S far Cleanor’s experiences had been distinctly

disappointing. But he still clung to his hopes,
trying to comfort himself with the thought that
Greece meant much more than the little tract of
country which bore the name. It was to be found
in Egypt, in Syria, in the finest regions of Lesser
Asia ; and the country from which the most power-
ful Greek influence had come forth was not Athens
or Sparta, or any one of the ancient states, but half-
barbarous Macedonia. The next thing was to see
what promise Macedonia held forth.

The season was now growing late for travel by
sea, and Cleanor gladly joined a party which was
about to make its way overland to Pella, the old
capital of Macedonia. The route lay through a
number of famous places. His study of history
had long since made him familiar with their names
and associations. They were now seen for the first
time with the most vivid interest, an interest which
reached its climax in the famous Pass of Thermop-
yle. The place, which has now been altered by
the action of nature and time almost beyond recog-
nition, was then but little changed. The wall be-
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hind which the Greek army took up its position,
though almost in ruins, was still to be seen; the
mound upon which the immortal Three Hundred
made their last stand could easily be recognized.
So could the tomb of the heroes, with the epi-
taph, so appropriate in its simplicity and modesty,!
which Simonides the poet had written forit. Close
by was the separate sepulchre of the valiant king
Leonidas, with an epitaph of its own not less
happy.” Cleanor saw with regret that there was
not enough of local patriotism to keep these me-
morials of a splendid past in decent repair. The
letters of the inscriptions were so grown over with
moss that it was very difficult to decipher them.
Some of the stones of the tomb of the Three Hun-
dred were out of place; and it would not be long,
unless some repairs were done to it, before the
whole must fall into ruin. The lion, too, had a
weather-beaten, almost dilapidated look. Some
mischievous hand, possibly that of a collector of
relics—a class which was as unscrupulous in its
greed for specimens then as now—had chipped off
1Jt ran thus:

‘“* Go tell to Sparta, thou that passest by,
That here obedient to her laws we lie.”

2 Bravest of beasts am I, who watch the grave
Of him that, living, was of men most brave.
Lion he was alike in name and heart,

Else had I ne’er endured the watcher’s part.”
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a portion from one of the ears. The pedestal was
covered with rudely carved initials, for this foolish
practice was as great a favourite with idle hands in
the ancient world as it is now.

The young man was meditating sadly on the want
of public spirit that suffered so scandalous a neglect
of national glories, when he received another rude
shock to his feelings. Something had been said in
the course of the morning’s march—it was about
noon when they halted in the Pass—about the tribes-
men near Thermopylee not having the best of char-
acters, but it had been in a half-jesting way, and
Cleanor had paid little attention to the remark.
Nor had he noticed that the party, which, indeed,
had soon exhausted its slender interest in the place,
had gone some distance further to make their halt
for the noonday meal in the open country beyond
the Gates! He was roused from a fit of musing by
feeling a hand laid ronghly on his shoulder. In a
moment the chance words of the morning came back
to him. He swung himself violently aside, and so
released himself from the grasp of the intruder.
Instantly facing about he dealt the man a -heavy
blow straight from the shoulder, which tumbled
him to theground. But he was unarmed, except for
a short dagger which he carried in his belt, and

1 Thermopyle—the Hot Gates ; so called from the hot springs found in the
neighbourhood.
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which was meant to serve for a feast rather than for
afray. And he was overmatched. For themoment,
indeed, he was free; his assailant had been alone.
But looking up and down the Pass he saw small
parties of armed men advancing in both directions.
Flight, too, was impossible, for the rocks rose sheer
on either side of him. There was nothing to be done
but to submit to his fate, which manifestly was to
be captured .by bandits. Throwing his dagger to
the ground, he held up his hands in token of sur-
render.

A man somewhat better clad and better armed
than his companions—they were a ragged, ill-
equipped set—advanced from one of the approach-
ing parties and accosted our hero. Nothing could
be more polite than his manner of address.

‘You will excuse us, sir,’ he said, ‘‘for detain-
ing you fora short time. Nothing but the exigen-
cies of business could have induced us to put you
to any inconvenience.”’

The fellow whom Cleanor had knocked down had
regained. his feet, and was coming up with a threat-
ening air.

‘* Be quiet, Laches,”’ said the leader. ‘‘ My friend
did nothing but what was quite right and natural.
You took a great liberty. To put your hand upon
a gentleman’s shoulder, indeed! And your blow,
sir, was well delivered,’”’ he went on, turning to Clea-
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nor. ‘‘It was not the first time, I fancy, that you
have used your fists. A very pretty stroke, indeed !
Iam quite delighted to offer such poor hospitality
as I have at command to so accomplished a guest.
I have your promise, I suppose, not to attempt to
leave us till we have improved our acquaintance
somewhat. I have been obliged now and then to
handcuff a friend who was so modest as to wish to
withdraw. But you, sir, I know, will accept my
friendship as frankly as it is offered.”’

Cleanor was not sure whether this elaborate civ-
ility was an improvement on the more brutal man-
ners of the average bandit, but thought it best to
accept the situation with as much show of good-
humour as he could manage. ‘‘I shall be delight-
ed,”’ he said, ‘‘ to improve my acquaintance with this
most interesting country of yours. But I have im-
portant business on hand at Pella, and to business
even the most attractive pleasures must be post-
poned.”’

‘*T shall be delighted to fall in with your views,”
replied the brigand chief with an elaborate bow,
‘though I cannot but regret that anything should
shorten your visit.”

After proceeding down the Pass for some two
hundred yards, the party turned into a path on the
right-hand side, and began to climb a somewhat
steep ascent.
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“‘This is the very path, sir,’’ said the chief, ‘‘ by
which Ephialtes brought the Persians to take King
Leonidas and his army in the rear. That villainous
traitor was, I regret to say, a native of Malia, the
only dishonest man that the place has ever pro-
duced. I myself have the honour of having been
born there.”

An hour’s smart walking brought the party to a
small grassy plateau. Here they left the path, and
making their way through a clump of ilex, reached
the entrance to a cavern in the mountain side. The
entrance was narrow, and so low that a man of even
moderate stature had to stoop before he could pass
under it; but the cavern was spacious and lofty.

‘‘My men’s quarters,”’ said the chief, with a wave
of the hand; ‘‘rather dark, as you see, but dry,
and fairly warm. My own apartment is a little
further this way.”’

Another doorway, not unlike that by which they
had entered, led from the larger into a smaller
cavern. This, as Cleanor observed, could be shut
off by a thick door solidly backed with iron.

‘*T like to be by myself now and then,” explained
the chief. ‘‘Our friends, too, are sometimes a little
boisterous in their mirth, and the noise interferes
with my studies.”

The arrangement, it occurred to Cleanor, served
for protection as well as retirement. The smaller
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cave had also, he concluded from a ray of light
which made its way through the wall, a separate
exit.

It had been furnished with some attempt at com-
fort. There was a couch in one of the corners; in
the middle, round a hearth on which a few sticks
were smouldering, coverlets and skins were piled.
A couple of hunting-spears, a bow, and a quiver
hung on the walls, and a curtain could be drawn
over the door that led into the outer cave.

“Welcome to my home!” said the chief; “a
poor place; but better men have been worse lodged.
If you have any money, you had better let me take
care of it. My men are not bad fellows on the
whole, but you must not trust them too far. They
are common Phocians, you must know, not men of
Malia.”

Cleanor had again to make a virtue of necessity.
He had taken the precaution of sending a remit-
tance on to Pella, to await his arrival at that place,
and carried about with him little more than what
would be wanted on the journey. This--some
twenty gold pieces—he had in a purse-girdle round
his waist,! which he now produced and handed to
the chief. The man examined it, not without first

1The same Greek word stands for ‘ purse” and “girdle.” The old-fash-
ioned long silk purse is an interesting survival of this ancient custom.
Those who lead lives of adventure still carry their money in a belt fastened
round the waist,
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making an apology, and counted the coins. Cleanor
fancied that his face fell somewhat at finding that
they were so few. His manner, however, continued
to be as gay and friendly as before, and the talk,
which he poured forth in an unceasing stream, as
intelligent as it was amusing.

‘“‘The sun must be nearly setting,’ he said, look-
ing upwards at the aperture in the roof—long
practice had enabled him to guess the time of day
very accurately by the variation in the light—‘‘and
you must be ready by this time for dinner. ’Tis
but a humble repast I can offer you, but you can
understand that we have to rough it up here. My
neighbours, however, are very kind, and we always
have enough, though the quality now and then
leaves something to be desired.”’

Opening the door that communicated between
the two caves, he called to Laches—the same, it
will be remembered, with whom Cleanor had had a
collision earlier in the day.

“Tell Persis,”’ he said, ‘to let us have something
to eat as soon as possible. You will join us,
Laches,” he added, “when it is ready, if by chance
you have any appetite left.

“T thought it as well,’ he explained, ‘‘to do
away with any little soreness there may be in the
man’s mind. He will be ready to swear eternal
friendship over a flask of wine.”’
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Before long a wrinkled old woman, who looked |
quite the ideal cook of a robber’s cave, brought in
a smoking dish of roast kid, garnished with onions. |
Flat cakes of what we should call ‘‘damper’’ served -
as bread, for the latter, as the chief explained, °
could seldom be made for want of yeast. A jug of
red wine of the country was drawn from a cask
which stood in a corner of the cave, to be succeeded -
at the proper time by a flask of stately dimensions,
which contained a rich vintage from Lesbos.

‘‘This,’’ said the chief, ‘‘my good friend Clari-
laus, eparch of Larissa, was kind enough to supply
me with.”

Cleanor opened his eyes. Farmers and shep-
herds might find it worth while to buy the brig-
and’s forbearance by a toll from their flocks, but
was such a dignitary as an eparch content to pay
blackmail? The chief smiled.

‘‘Perhaps I might explain,’ he said, “that we
came across the eparch’s wagon as it was on its
way to Larissa from the coast. As there was
clearly more wine than he could use—it is the one
fault of Lesbian wine that it does not keep very
well—I took it for granted that some must have
been meant for me. He is famous for his taste in
wine, and I think you will own that this does him
credit.”’

It was soon evident that the Lesbian wine had
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strength as well as flavour, for the two brigands be-
came very communicative as the flask grew lighter.

“Tell us your story, Laches,” said the chief. ‘It
always puts me in better conceit with myself to
hear it. This life of ours here is not exactly the
ideal. My old master at the Academy, Philippus,
would scarcely have approved of it. Yes, my
young friend, I too have been in Arcadia, or rather,
I should say in Athens, though I may not look like
it; but I always console myself by thinking that
there are worse thieves than Iam. Go on, Laches.’’

The man’s tale ran thus:

“T was a shepherd by occupation. My father
was a shepherd ; so had his father before him been,
and his father too, for many generations. Yes, for
many hundred years, but not always. There was a
tradition m the family that we had been princes
once, owning all the land over which the flocks
we cared for grazed, and a great deal more. We
believed that we were descended from the great
Thessalus'! himself. Well, we were fairly content.
Our master was a gay young fellow, a little thought-
less and too ready with his hands if things did not
go quite as he wished, but kind and generous.
Poor fellow! he was killed by a wild-boar. To
tell the truth, he had taken a cup too much. It

1The legendary hero, son of Hemon, from whom Thessalia was supposed
to have received its name.
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was his habit, and a bad habit too—a very bad
habit.”

Laches was quite sincere, though his own utter-
ance had grown a little thick.

‘“‘ We had found a boar in the morning, and lost
him. After the mid-day meal—he would finish the
flask of heady Chian—we found the brute again.
My master threw one of his two hunting spears, and
wounded him in the shoulder. He was a little
flurried, and he threw it too soon, and with a bad
aim. The boar charged, and my master knelt on
one knee to receive it. Flurried again, and the
spear not quite straight. I was running as hard as
I could, but it was too late. When I came up, he
was lying on the ground, with as bad a wound in
the thigh as ever I saw. He was dead before you
could count twenty.

‘“Then our troubles began. The master was not
married, and all the property went to an uncle, the
meanest old skinflint in Thessaly. He had been a
spendthrift, they said, in his young days ; such men
always make the worst kind of misers, I have heard.
Anyhow, he was as bad as he could be. He hadn’t
been in possession for a week when he began to cut
us short in everything. We used to be allowed
half a drachma! for every lamb that we reared.
This was taken away. Not only that, but we had

1 About fourpence farthing.
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to make good all that died. ‘Your fault,’ he would
say; ‘your fault; a quite healthy lamb. All the
lambs, according to him, were quite healthy. It
was the same if one was killed by a wolf, and there
are a terrible lot of wolves in that part of the
country. What used to be our best time, the
lambing season, came to be the worst. There was
very little of our wages left by the time that we
had made good all the losses. Then he charged us
for every stick of wood that we picked up. We
were not allowed to catch a fish or snare a bird.
We had to buy our flour at his mill ; damp, chalky
stuff it was, more like bird-lime than flour. Sour
wine, rotten cloth, stinking salt-fish—we had to buy
them all of him. At every turn the villain made a
profit out of us. As for our wages, it was the rarest
thing for us to see an obol! of them. Most months
he made out the balance to be on the wrong side.
‘Well, to cut the story short, we got pretty deeply
into his debt, my poor father and I. What does
the scoundrel do but take my sister—as good and
as pretty a girl as there was in the whole country
—to be sold as a slave, in payment of the debt, he
said. He took care to do this villainy when we
—I mean the girl’s husband that was to be and I
—were with the sheep on the summer pastures in
the hills. A nice home-coming we had; my old

1About five farthings; six obols went to the drachma.
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father dead—he had a stroke the day when his
daughter was carried away, dying in an hour—and
my sister gone. She wrenched herself out of the
hands of the slave-dealer as they were crossing the
Peneus, threw herself into the river, and was
drowned—the best thing that could happen to her,
poor girl!

‘You can guess the end, Idaresay. Thevillain,
my master, was found dead in his bed—his throat
cut from ear to ear—three days afterwards. They
caught Agathon—that was the lover, you under-
stand—and crucified him.. And I am here.”’

“*But,’’ cried Cleanor, ‘‘are there no laws ?”’

‘‘ Laws!” answered the chief; ‘‘laws in plenty.
But the question is—who administers them ?”

‘‘The Romans, I suppose,’”’ replied Cleanor.

“T only wish they did,’ was the unexpected
answer. ‘‘ We might get some sort of justice then.
No; they leave the matter in the hands of the rich,
and there is only one in a hundred who has a spark
of conscience or pity in him. Mark this, young sir.
I have twelve men in my band, and there is not
one of them but has a story to tell as bad as what
Laches here has told us. And in every one of them
the oppressor has been oneofourown people. And
now, doubtless, you will be ready for sleep.”

Sleep was long in coming that night to the young

man, and his thoughts werefull of gloom. Hecould
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not but feel some fears for himself. His captors, it
is true, were civil and even friendly ; but he knew
that such people conducted their affairs on strict
business principles, and that one invariable principle
was to get rid of a prisoner whose ransom was not
forthcoming in good time. He had funds, indeed,
in the hands of a merchant at Pella, but how was
he toidentify himself? And his experiences hitherto
had been very dispiriting. Whatever he might find
elsewhere, so far he had not met with the vigorous,
united, patriotic Greece of which he had dreamed.

It was late before he fell asleep, and then his
slumber was light and troubled. Just as the day
was showing he was roused by the chief.

‘*Get up,” said the man, ‘‘ there is no time to be
lost, if you don’t want to be choked like a rat in a
hole.”

Cleanor started to his feet. Thin coils of smoke
were finding their way through the crevices of the
doorway between the two caves and through various
fissures in the wall. Dazed by the suddenness of
his rousing, he looked to the chief for an explana-
tion.

‘Don’t you understand? They have tracked us,
and now they are smoking us out. Iam not going
to leave my men. They’re a rough lot, but they
have stuck faithfully to me,and I will stick to
them. But that is nothing to you. You have got
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time to escape; don’t waste it. You will find some
steps cut in the far side of the cave. Follow them ;
they will take you to a hole near the roof just big
enough for you to creep through. That is the en-
trance to a narrow passage which leads to the top
of the hill. No one knows it but myself; it was
well to have my own way of getting out. But lam
not going to use it now. Take care how you go;
the passage is pitch dark, and has some dangerous
places init. And here is your purse. Iam sorry
to have hindered you in your journey. We took
you for something quite different from what you
are. Still you have learnt something. If you can,
think kindly of us. Even a set of rascally robbers
may have something to say for themselves.”

There was no time to be lost in talking. Cleanor
scrambled with little difficulty to the entrance of
the passage. But the passage itself was an awful
experience. As the chief had said, it was pitch
dark, and the Greek had to feel his way as he crept
along on hands and knees. Twice he found the
path come to what seemed an abrupt end in what
he supposed to be a chasm, for he heard far below
him the sound of falling water. But exploring the
wall on the left hand he found a ledge just broad
enough to allow him to creep along. At last, after
what seemed hours of anxious toil—he found after-
wards that the time was much less than it seemed
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—he saw a faint speck of light in the distance. Be-
fore long he reached the open air on the hillside,
at the height of some four hundred feet above the
plain.

It was not long before Cleanor fell in with a peas-
ant. The man was aware of what had happened.
He had seen the Thessalian troops on their march,
and seeing the smoke rising from the hillside had
guessed the tactics which they had employed. It
was plain from the man’s talk that the robbers were
not unpopular in the district. As a rule they had
paid, and paid liberally for supplies. In short, they
had been regarded, as such people often have been
before and since, as friends of the poor. The man
took Cleanor by a short cut into the high road, and
so enabled him to overtake his party, which reached
Pella without further adventure. The banditti, as
he heard during his stay in Macedonia, had fallen to
a man in a desperate sally which they had made
against the attacking party.
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CHAPTER X
A PINCHBECK ALEXANDER

N arriving at the Macedonian capital, Cleanor
made it his first business to call on the mer-
chant to whom his remittance had been made. He
had expected from the name, Hosius, to find in him
a countryman of his own, and was not a little sur-
prised to discover that he was a Jew. The old man,
who bore his fourscore years very lightly, and was
as shrewd and keen in business as he had ever been
in his prime, was very cordial and hospitable. His
house presented a very mean exterior to the ob-
server—the Jews had already begun to adopt this
almost universal method of concealing their wealth
—but it was really a large and splendid mansion.
Of this, however, Cleanor caught during his stay
only rare and casual glimpses. His own quarters
were in an annex intended for the use of guests not
of the Hebrew race. This was entirely distinct from
the main building, and the service was performed
by a separate establishment of slaves.

Hosius—this was the form into which the mer-
chant’s real name, Hoshea, had been changed—had
much that was interesting to say to his guest. He
was very frank about his own ways of thinking.
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“‘T am not very strict,’ he said; ‘“‘I am content
to be as one of those among whom I live. I call
myself Hosius. It is a name that is easier for their
mouths to pronounce than my own. And Greek
fashions and ways suit me well enough. But the
younger generation is not content. My son David
is all for strictness, and I am obliged to humour
him for peace’ sake at home. You see he was one
of the ‘ Righteous,’ ! as they called themselves. He
served under Judas the Hammer for three years and
more; was with him when he fell at Elaim, and was
left for dead on the field. It was he who made me
build the guest-chamber where you are now. Be-
fore that I used to entertain my visitors in my own
house. But he does not allow it; he would sooner
starve than eat a meal with a Gentile, as he calls all
who are not of the People. I don’t hold with all
this myself. But he is a good young man, a great
deal better than his worldly old father, and I don’t
like crossing him.”’

It so happened that David was absent from home
at the time, having gone to Jerusalem to be present
at the Feast of Dedication, and to look after some
-family affairs for his father; his zeal did not in the
least hinder him from being an excellent man of
business. Old Hosius took advantage of his ab-

1The Chasidim, who were the backbone of the patriot party of the Macca-
bees, the Pharisees of the time.
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sence to see more of his guest than it would have
been possible otherwise. The young man’s frank-
ness and intelligence greatly attracted him ; and he,
on the other hand, had much to say about matters
in which Cleanor was profoundly interested. The
conversation often turned on the deeds of those
Jewish heroes, the Maccabees. The old merchant, for
all his show of cynicism and worldliness, was really
proud of his countrymen. And he had wonderful
stories to tell of endurance and courage, of tender-
ly nurtured women bearing unheard-of agonies,
mothers who saw all their children tortured to
death before their eyes sooner than break the law,
and men who went calmly to certain death if they
could work thereby any deliverance for their
country.

These stories he would always introduce with
something like an apology. He had heard them
from his son. He was too old to be enthusiastic
about anything, but still his young friend might
like to hear them. Then, as he told them, his eyes
would kindle, and his voice thrill almost in spite of
himself.

“Listen to this ;”? this was one of his narratives;
‘“we are forbidden to eat the flesh of swine. Idare-
say it seems very ridiculous to you, though by the
way, your own Pythagoras would not let his dis-
ciples eat beans. Still a law is a law, and, whether
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it be wise or foolish, the man or woman who will
die sooner than break it isa noble soul. King An-
tiochus swore that he would not be mocked by a
set of slaves—so the hound dared to speak of our
people. What was good enongh for him was good
enough for them. If he chose to give them good
food, they should eat it, law or no law.

“He had a Jewish mother and her seven sons
brought up before him, and tried to bend them to
his will. The eldest of the seven stood up and
spoke for his brothers. ‘What you ask, O king,
is against our law, and we will die rather than do
it.’ Antiochus cried in his rage, ‘Does he speak
thus to his master? Cut out the fellow’s tongue.’
Why should I tell you all the horrid story. They
mangled him and burnt him cruelly till he died.
They brought the second. ‘Wilt thou eat?’
shouted the king. ‘Iwill not,’ said he. And they
dealt with him as they had dealt with the first. So
they did with them one after the other. And all
the while those that were left, and the woman her-
self, exhorted each one to bear himself bravely, and
to die sooner than yield. So it went on till there
was but one left, the youngest of the seven. ‘ Hear,
young man,’ said the king to him. ‘These six
have died in their folly. Do you be wise. Eat of
this food, which is surely one of the good things
that the gods have given us, and I will promote you
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to honour.? And when the lad, for he was of but
tender years, refused, the king turned to the mother
seeking to persuade her that she might in turn per-
suade her son. After a while she pretended to be
convinced. ‘I will persuade him, O king,’ she said.
But her persuasion was this: ‘Have pity on me,
my son; remember that I bare thee and nourished
thee; endure therefore whatsoever this butcher may
do, so that I may receive in the world to come all
the seven of you, and lose not one.’ So he too en-
dured and died. And after the seven had been slain
before her eyes, the mother also was slain. Tell
me,’’ cried the old man, ‘‘did any Spartan mother
of them all equal this?

‘“‘Then, again, hear the tale of Eleazar, who was
surnamed the Beast-slayer, what he did when Judas
the Hammer fought the army of King Antiochus at
the House of Zachariah. The king had brought a
score of elephants with him. You know the beast
if you come from Africa, and that he is not so ter-
rible as he looks, and is scarcely more apt to hurt
his foes than his friends. But let me tell you that
he who sees him for the first time without trem-
bling is braver than most men. So it happened
that our soldiers were not a little terrified at the
sight. Then this Eleazar, who was brother to Judas,
seeing that one of the beasts was bigger than the
rest, and more splendidly equipped, as if he car-
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ried the king himself, ran furiously into the com-
pany in which it was—for each beast had a com-
pany of soldiers round it—slaying right and left
as he ran till he came to the beast. The creature’s
breast and shoulders were protected with plates of
brass, but his belly, as being out of reach, was left
unguarded, and here it was that Eleazar dealt hima
great blow with his sword, and continued to strike
him till the beast fell dead and crushed this brave
Jew in his fall.’

As for the young Greek, he was astonished to find
that this fanatical and superstitious people—for
so he had always been accustomed to think of the
Jews—could boast of warriors and statesmen. quite
equal to any that his own nation had produced.
Leonidas himself and his Three Hundred had not
‘shown a more desperate courage at Thermopyle
than Judas Maccabeeus and his scanty band of fol-
lowers had displayed at Elaim; Themistocles had
not exhibited a more subtle and skilful statecraft
than Jonathan. And while his admiration was ex-
torted for the Jew, he was equally constrained to
despise the Greek. Antiochus the Splendid, as he
called himself, the Crazy, as every one outside the
circle of court sycophants and flatterers called him,!

1It is impossible to give the play of words which we have in the Greek.
Epiphanes, ‘‘ Splendid,” was the title which Antiochus assumed ; Zpimanes,
“Crazy,” was the nickname to which it was altered.
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made but avery poor figure by the side of Judas
the Hammer.

Another highly disturbing fact for the young
man was this. Where did these patriots find alles?
Not in any Greek kingdom—these were all banded
together against them—but in Rome. It was to
Rome that Judas had turned in his extremity, and
in Rome that he found help. The old man’s son
had acted as secretary to the embassy which Judas
had sent on this occasion, and had given his im-
pressions of what he saw and heard in a letter to
his father, which the old man now showed to his
guest. It ran thus:

Lam not persuaded that our chief has done well
in seeking alliance with this heathen people, for
has not the Lord our God commanded us to have
no dealings with idolaters? How can we keep
ourselves separate from them if they become our
Friends, and fight by our side in the battle? But
this I will confess, that if it be lawful to have any
nation from among the heathen for our friends,
that nation is Rome. I had heard much of the
things that these Romans have done, and how that
there ts nota nation in the world that has been
able to stand up against them. The greatness of
their achievements seemed to be beyond all belief;
but after what I have seen in Rome, there is noth-
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ing in them any longer incredible. They make
kings and unmake them, but none of them puts a
crown upon his own head, or clothes himself with
purple. There is no royal palace in their city, but
a Senate-house, in which three hundred and twenty
men, every one of them fit to be aking, sit day by day
taking counsel for the welfare of the people. Hvery
year they choose two men to whom they commit the
ordering of the state and the command of their
armies. All obey these two without question, and
there is neither envy nor emulation among them.

But when Cleanor came to speak of the special
purpose of his mission he found the old man very
reserved. ‘‘ You want to see the Prince Andriscus,
for that is the name by which some of us knew him,
or Perseus, as we are to call him now, I understand.
Well, Ican give you an introduction to the court,
but that is all that I cando. And I would advise
you not to build your hopes too much upon what
you may see or hear now.”’

The introduction was given, but it seemed impos-
sible to get any further. The king, as he called
himself, was always too busy to give an audience.
But for all his being so busy, Cleanor never could
make out that anything was being done. There
was no drilling of troops; there was no gathering
of stores. But there was a great deal of feasting,
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and there were some fine performances at the thea-
tres, not plays, for which the Macedonians did not
care, but spectacles, on which, so gorgeous were
they, a vast amount of money must have been
spent. The king found time to see them, and
though he was carried in a closed chariot, a method
of conveyance which Cleanor had always been
taught to consider effeminate, no one could deny
that his escort were magnificent men, and wore
very splendid armour.

At last the Greek got his long-promised inter-
view. The first sight of the prince or Pretender,
whatever we may call him, distinctly impressed
him. He had the advantage of one of those extra-
ordinary personal resemblances that have often
stood pretenders in good stead. His face and fig-
ure recalled the image, made so familiar by statues,
pictures, and coins, of the great Alexander, just as
Alexander himself had seemed an impersonation of
Achilles, so closely had he resembled the tradi-
tional representations of the famous hero. A sec-
ond and longer view of the face did much to dispel
the illusion. The chin was receding and weak;
the full, sensual lips were parted in the way that
commonly denotes a want of resolution; the eyes
were dull and shifty ; habitual intemperance had
already suffused the skin with a colour which a few
more years would make disfiguring. When he
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spoke, his voice—and there is no greater tell-tale
than the voice—was rough and uncultured.

Cleanor presented to the prince the letter of com-
mendation with which Hasdrubal had furnished
him. He glanced at it for a few moments, and then
tossed it toa secretary. The Greek had afterwards
reason to believe that the prince could not read,
and that his sole literary accomplishment was a
laboriously. executed signature. He asked a few
commonplace questions about the progress of the
siege of Carthage, and the prospects of the future,
but did not seem to listen to the answers. Then,
seeming to weary of serious subjects, he turned to
the more congenial topics of amusement and sport.
Some chance brought up Cleanor’s experiences in
tunny-fishing, and the prince was really roused.

‘*T shall go,” he said, in a more determined man-
ner than he had yet shown, ‘‘and have a try for
them myself. See,’ he went on, turning to one of
the chief officials of the court, ‘that you have
everything ready for an expedition on the day after
to-morrow.” The man bowed; he was accustomed
to see these whims appear and disappear. ‘‘ You
shall come with me,” he said to Cleanor. ‘‘ Dine
with me to-day, and we will talk it over.’

But by dinner-time the whim was forgotten. The
martial mood now had its turn, a frequent incident
in the Pretender’s convivial hours. A rhapsodist,








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made up with no little skill to resemble the blind
minstrel of the Odyssey, recited from the Iliad the
valiant deeds of Achilles ; and, later on in the even-
ing, the Pretender himself performed, as well as
somewhat unsteady legs permitted him, the Pyrr-
hic dance. Cleanor left the hall in disgust, under
cover of the thunders of applause with which this
display was greeted. It enraged him to think how
much time and trouble he had wasted on this mis-
erable mountebank. It was not from such as he
that any help could be gained to check the growing
power of Rome. His disappointment was made all
the keener by the tidings which awaited him on his
return to his lodgings. His host put into his hands
a missive which had just been brought for him. It
was a despatch from Hasdrubal, and ran thus:

Hasdrubal to Cleanor, greeting.

I have heard this day from friends in Rome
that it is already settled among the chief men of
the tribes that Scipio is to be chosen Consul for the
year to come. Some will object, but more for form s
sake than in earnest, that he is below the proper
age for the consuls office. But the people are
wearted of incompetent men, and are determined
to choose him who has, they say, the fate of Car-
thage for his inheritance. May Hercules avert the
omen! Yet be sur? both that this will be done, and
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that being done it will mean much. Return there-

Sore with all possible speed. If you have found
any friends for our country urge them to do what
they can without delay. Never did we need help
more, or are more ready to reward it. But, in
any case, come back yourself. There is great work
to be done, and great honour to be gained ; nor is
there anything which, if the gods favour our coun-
try, you may not hope for, or rather, demand.
Farewell!

Cleanor had done nothing, though he might
fairly say that he had found nothing to do; and it
was a relief to him to find that his course of action
at last lay plainly before him. The two sides in the
great struggle were closing in; he knew where his
own place was, and that he could not take it too
soon. But it was no easy matter to discover how
he was to get there. Hasdrubal’s despatch had
taken nearly two months to reach him, for it had
been sent off very soon after his own departure
from Africa. It was now close upon the end of the
year, and with the New Year would come the elec-
tion of consuls at Rome. Scipio, once put into
power, would not, he was sure, let the grass grow
under his feet; he himself, too, must lose no
time if he was to serve Carthage to any purpose.
Fortunately he had ample funds at his disposal.
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By the help of Hosius he found a fast-sailing pin- .
nace, whose owner was willing for the handsome
consideration of ten mine! to risk the perils of a
winter voyage. to Corinth in three days. It was easy to get from
Corinth to Patre, for traffic went on, winter and
summer alike, in the land-locked Corinthian Gulf.
There he was upon the regular route between the
East and Italy, a route by which so much indispen-
sable business was done that it was never quite
closed. At Patrze he found a Roman official, just
appointed to the commissariat of the army at
Carthage, who was on his way to Rome. He was
expecting the arrival of a ship which was to touch
for him, on its way from Ambracia to Brundisium.

On its arrival, which took place next day, Cleanor
went on board with his new acquaintance, and ar-
ranged to travel with him to Italy. He assumed
the character of a student at Athens, leaving that
city for a time on account of the troubles that
seemed imminent in Greece. He knew enough of
the place from his former residence to play the part
with success, and he had ascertained that there was
no genuine student on board.

At Brundisium the party was met with the news
that the prediction of Hasdrubal’s Roman corre-

1 About £40, if we reckon, as usual, by weight of bullion at the standard

price.
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spondent had been fulfilled—Scipio had been elected
consul for the year, with Africa for his province.
Their informant described the scene as one of inde-
scribable enthusiasm. The tribes had simply re-
fused to hear any other name. Candidates of credit
and even of high reputation had been proposed, but
it had been only in dumb-show, the voices of their
proposers being drowned in the continuous roar of
“Scipio! Scipio!”

A hasty meeting of the Senate had been called,
and a resolution passed suspending the law which
fixed the qualifying age at forty-two. So engrossed
was the people with the election of their favourite
that it was not easy to induce them to give him a
colleague. The assembly dismissed, Rome had
given itself up to a frenzy of rejoicing, which could
not have been greater if Carthage had already
fallen. It was an absolute faith with every one
that he was ‘“‘ born for the destruction of Carthage,”
and such a faith has a way of working out its own
fulfilment.

Cleanor was now in a very difficult position. The
audacious thought presented itself that he might
engage himself in some capacity with the forces
about to proceed from Italy, and, once arrived in
Africa, take an opportunity of deserting. But the
plan was not only perilous, for there was a great
risk of detention—Scipio seemed to be one of those
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men whose eyes are everywhere—but it had a dis-
honourable look. But some stratagem would be
necessary, and Cleanor’s conscience did not forbid
him to employ it.

A fortunate chance cleared his way. His fellow-
passenger, the commissariat officer, happened to re-
member that he had spoken of his being on his way
to Sicily, and asked him whether by chance he
knew anything of the corn-market in that island.
The Italian supply, on which considerable demands
were being made, would certainly fall short, and
nothing could be got from Africa, exhausted as it
was by the war. Cleanor, though hating to say the
thing that was not, declared that he had an uncle
at Agrigentum who was engaged in the business,
that he was on his way to his home, and would de-
liver any message which it would be a convenience
to send.

The Roman caught eagerly at the suggestion.
He jotted down the number of bushels of wheat
which he should probably want, and the price
which he would be willing to give. The details of
the business, methods of transport, terms of pay-
ment, and other matters might be settled with the
agent who represented Rome at Agrigentum. He
also gave our hero what was known as a diploma,
a word which we may represent in a way by “‘ pass-
port,’’ but which really meant a great deal more.
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The bearer of it could requisition horses and car-
riages, in short, any of the instruments of travel
that belonged to the state. Without this it would
hardly have been possible to proceed. A great
campaign was about to begin, and every kind of
conveyance was practically engaged.

With this document in his hand Cleanor found
everything open before him; he called on a mer-
chant with whom, though not a kinsman, he had
some acquaintance, and handed him the Roman’s
order. This done he made his way as quickly as
possible to the coast, where he was lucky enough
to find a small vessel in the coasting trade that was
just starting for Africa. There is a humble com-
merce that, luckily for those that conduct it, goes
on through all the stress of war. This vessel was
engaged in it; and by its opportune help Cleanor,
two days later, found himself in Africa, and in two
more had reached Carthage.
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CHAPTER XI
THE TWO HASDRUBALS

LEANOR found the streets of Carthage in a state
of the wildest confusion. The news that had
brought him back thither in such hot haste had
made a profound impression upon the city itself.
The name of Scipio was no less powerful a charm
at Carthage than it wasat Rome. Only it spelt de-
feat and ruin in Africa, while in Italy it seemed a
sure augury of success. Still, the spirit of the na-
tion was not broken. It was one of the charac-
teristics of the great family of mankind to which
the people of Carthage belonged to fight desperately
when driven to stand at bay. The longest, the most
stubbornly defended sieges in history have been
when some Semitic people has been reduced to its
last stronghold.

The Punic race was now prepared to show the
same fierce, unyielding fury of resistance with
which, some two centuries later, their Jewish kins-
men were to meet the overpowering assault of the
same enemy. One step, not taken without reluc-
tance, but absolutely demanded by the necessities
of the situation, was to bring within the walls the
army that up to this time had been encamped out-
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side. This force was largely, indeed almost wholly,
composed of mercenaries, and Carthage never
trusted her mercenaries more than she could help.
She had had frequent difficulties with them ; once
she had been brought by their rebellion almost to
ruin. It was a law, accordingly, that they should
never be admitted in any great number within the
- walls. This law had now, perforce, to be repealed.
It would be rash to risk a battle in the field, when
defeat would mean so much; on the other hand,
the defences of the city needed all the men that
could be found, if they were to be adequately garri-
soned.

Cleanor on his arrival found thatthe process of
moving the outside army into the city was in full
swing. The roads that led to the gates were thronged
with a motley multitude, for Carthage drew her hired
soldiers from a very wide area indeed. There was
every variety of hue, from the fair-haired son of
Celt or Teuton of Northern Europe, to the thick-
lipped, woolly-haired, ebony-coloured negroes, who
had been drawn by the report of Carthaginian
wealth from remote regions even beyond the Desert.
The languages which they spoke were as various as
their complexions. It had been said by a writer
who told the story of the great revolt of the mer-
cenaries a hundred years before,! that the only word

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which they had in common was some equivalent of
to “‘kill”’ They were still as polyglot, and, so at
least it seemed to Cleanor, almost as savage. Much
of the talk that he overheard as he made his way
along the crowded roads was unintelligible to him,
but he understood enough to make him sure that
anger and suspicion were rife among them.

He had intended to propose himself as a guest
of the Hasdrubal who commanded the forces within
the walls. Hasdrubal was a grandson of King Masi-
nissa, and would be certain to give him a friendly
reception. But it was so late in the evening before
he could disentangle himself from the throng that
blocked all the approaches to the city that he de-
cided to postpone till the morrow the delivery of his
credentials. Under these circumstances he was glad
to accept the invitation of Gisco, whom my readers
may remember as a staff-officer of the other Has-
drubal, to share his quarters. These were in the
guest-hall attached to the palace of the high-priest _
of Melcart.

A large company of officers was present at the
evening meal, and when the wine, which for flavour
and strength was fully worthy of priestly cellars,
had passed round, there was little reserve in the
conversation. Cleanor’s presence was unnoticed, or,
possibly as the guest and friend of Gisco, he was
supposed to be in sympathy with the views held by
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the rest of the company. It soon became abun-
dantly clear to the listener that feeling was running
very high against the Hasdrubal who commanded
the city army.

“‘T don’t like the breed,”’ said one of Cleanor’s
neighbours. ‘‘He has got more than enough of
Masinissa’s blood in him, and Masinissa, I take
it, was about the worst enemy that Carthage ever
had.”

For anything more definite Cleanor listened in
vain. It seemed to be taken for granted that a man
with this parentage could not be faithful to his
country. That he had betrayed Carthage no one
ventured to assert. No one could even bring up
against him any instance of mistake or negligence.
It was not even denied that he had managed the de-
fence of the city with distinguished success. Cer-
tainly no such disaster could be laid to his charge
as the crushing defeat which the other Hasdrubal
had received some four years before at the hands of
King Masinissa. The young Greek had forcibly to
repress a strong inclination to speak up for the ac-
cused ; but he saw that his interference would be
useless. The best, in fact the only service that he
could do to the unfortunate man was to warn him of
his danger.

The question was how the warning was to be
given. It was hardly possible to leave the guest-
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house that night. Sentinels had been placed at the
doors, and these could not be passed without the
watchword, and this he did not happen to know.
All that he could do was to take care that no time
should be lost in the morning. Fortunately Gisco,
whose chamber he shared—the guest-house being
crowded with company to its fullest capacity—was
the officer on guard for the next day. Just before
dawn an orderly roused him from his sleep, and,
giving him the watchword for the day, communi-
cated to himself overnight, left him, to relieve the
sentries.

Half an hour afterwards Cleanor, having satisfied
the challenge of the sentinel, passed out by the
gate, and, hastening through the deserted streets,
made the best of his way to the mansion of Has-
drubal. So little did that general suspect any dan-
ger that he had not even taken the precaution of
placing a sentinel at his gate. The sleepy porter
admitted Cleanor without asking a question, though
not without a grumble at the unseasonableness of
so early a visit.

The huge negro who slept outside the general’s
door did not let him pass so readily. As the man
did not understand a word of either Carthaginian,
Latin, or Greek—no bad qualification for an official
who had to refuse troublesome visitors—argument
was useless. Cleanor, who felt that not a moment
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must be lost in rousing the general, raised his voice
to its loudest, with the result that in another minute
Hasdrubal opened the door of his chamber.

He had a slight acquaintance with the Greek,
knew his story, and had a general idea of the mis-
sion from which he had just returned.

“*Come in,” he said, ‘‘you are welcome. And
you’’—turning to the negro attendant—‘“‘ fetch two
cups of mulsum.”’ }

Cleanor briefly stated the cause of his visit, and
Hasdrubal heard him with undisturbed calm.

“T hardly know,” he said, when the story was
finished, ‘‘ whether Iam surprised or not. I must
own that I did not expect this particular form of at-
tack, but I did expect that my namesake would do
his best to oust me from my place as soon as he had
orders to bring his troops within the walls. I quite
see that now, whenall our army is brought together
into one, there must be one general, and I should
have been ready toresign. But after what you have
told me I must face it out; to resign would be al-
most to acknowledge that there is something in
what these knaves, and the fools that follow them,
say. There is to be a meeting of the Senate at noon
to-day, and the question of the Command is down

1 This was a drink made out of wine (mixed with water) and honey. It was

frequently taken (warm) early in the day, being considered a wholesome
draught for an empty stomach.
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for debate. Ofcourse I shall be there. So much
for that; but you must understand that lam im-
mensely obliged to you. I had intended to offer you
a post on my staff, but, as things are at present, the
less you have to do with a suspected man the bet-
ter for you. If things turn out more favourably
than I fear they may—we will certainly talk of this
again.”

‘But, sir,” broke in the Greek with some heat,
‘“‘it is surely impossible that the Senate should
listen to such palpable absurdities as this. Why,
there is not a general in Carthage who has such a
record of successes as yours.”

‘““My dear young friend,” replied the general,
“you don’t know us. The Carthaginians always
suspect their generals. We always fight with a
rope, so to speak, round our necks. If we are vic-
torious they fear that we shall become too power-
ful, and protect themselves by the stroke of a
dagger or a pinch of poison in our wine. If we are
defeated, there is the usual penalty. They crucify
us by way of an encouragement to our successors.
It is not revenge, it is suspicion that moves them.
They cannot imagine that they can be beaten except
by treachery. It is a terrible mistake, and Carthage
suffers for it by being far worse served than Rome.
Rome has a plan that looks like the merest folly.
She takes a man because he is popular with the
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shopmen and artisans of the city and the farmers
from the country, and puts him to command her
armies. Yet it works well, because the Romans
trust each other. What a splendid thing it was
that they did when their Consul Varro as nearly as
possible brought them to ruin by losing their army
at Cannze! The Senate and the people went out to
meet him, and’ thanked him for not despairing of
the Republic. And indeed a Republic where such
things are possible need never be despaired of. But
it is useless to talk. And now for yourself. Get
away from this house as soon as you can, and go
by the private door which the negro will show you.
No; not another word. Carthage will not let me
serve her any more, but she need not lose you also.
Farewell !” :

Hasdrubal touched a small gong which stood by
his bed, and when the negro appeared in answer to
the summons gave him the brief instruction :

‘“The postern-gate for this gentleman.”

Cleanor followed his guide, and in a short time
was shown out into an unfrequented lane which ran
at the back of Hasdrubal’s house. He reached his
quarters before the other guests had commenced
their morning meal.

The prudent course for him to follow was, obvi-
ously, to stand aside and watch the progress of
events. Yet such prudence was alien to his temper.
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Hasdrubal was the hereditary friend of his family,
and he was related to the old king from whom
Cleanor had received such unexpected kindness.
There was but the faintest chance that he should
be able to give him any help; but to Cleanor it
seemed ungrateful, and even inhuman, to stand
aloof. But what was he to do? To begin with, he
was met with what seemed an insuperable difficulty
—the meetings of the Senate were of course private.
How was he to gain admission? This obstacle,
however, was soon removed. Gisco brought him a
message from his chief that he had been summoned
to attend a meeting of the Senate, and desired his
attendance as one of his body-guard.

The meeting of the Senate, held as usual in the
temple of Baal-Hammon, otherwise known as
Moloch, was an imposing scene. On two thrones
in the eastern semicircular recess of the building—
corresponding to the sanctuary in the Hebrew tem-
ple or the chancel or apse in a Christian church—
sat the two kings or Shophetim, wearing robes of
the richest Tyrian purple, with richly jewelled dia-
dems on their heads. Facing them were semicircu-
lar benches, crowded with the members of the Inner
Senate, as it may be called. Scarcely one of the

-Hundred—this was the number to which it was
limited—-was absent from his post. Further re-
moved were other benches similarly arranged, and

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set apart for the Four Hundred or Outer Senate.
It was evident at once that, whatever might be the
usual custom, this meeting at least was not private.
The body of the temple was filled with a vast crowd,
separated from the assembly itself by nothing more
than a slight barrier of wood. Hasdrubal of the
Camp, as we may call him by way of distinction,
was seated just within this; his body-guard were
ranged close behind him, but on the outer side of
the barrier. The other Hasdrubal occupied his
usual place as one of the Inner Senate.

The proceedings of the day having been opened
with the customary ceremonies, the senior king
called upon Mago, son of Hamilcar, to bring for-
ward the motion of which he had given notice.
Mago, an elderly man, whose countenance greatly
belied him if he was not an incarnation of the
Punic bad faith which had passed into a proverb,
rose in his place and made a speech of studied
moderation.

‘“Rumours,”’ he said, ‘‘have for some days been
current in the city that Carthage is not faithfully
served by some of those to whom she has com-
mitted offices of great dignity and importance. One
man has been specially pointed to. For my part I
refuse to believe that a soldier who has often dis-
tinguished himself in the field can be unfaithful to
the country which he has served so well. But the
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best service that can be rendered to a man accused
—-may I not say calumniated ?—is to give him the
opportunity of defence. I accordingly move that
Hasdrubal, son of Mago—for why should I refrain
from mentioning a name which is on the lps of
everyone t—-be called upon to give to the Senate
any explanations that he may think proper to
make.”’

An approving murmur ran through the crowd
when the speaker sat down. The accused man rose
in his place, but before he could speak another
senator had intervened.

“‘T do not see,’’ said this senator, ‘‘ that Hasdru-
bal, son of Mago, has anything to explain. No evi-
dence has been brought against him. I have not
even heard any charge, except it be that there are
rumours against him. What man is there against
whom there are not rumours? And the better the
man the more malignant therumours. I move that
the Senate proceed to the next business.”

A murmur, not by any means of approval, rose
from the crowd. Hasdrubal, who had resumed his
seat while the last speaker was addressing the Sen-
ate, rose again.

‘‘T have nothing to explain,’ he said. ‘You
know me, who I am, and what I have done.”’

“Yes, we know you!” cried a voice from the
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crowd. ‘‘The grandson of that accursed brigand,
Masinissa.”’

The name was met with a howl of fury from the
multitude, followed by deafening cries of ‘‘ Bri-
gand!”’ ‘‘Traitor!’’? Hasdrubal faced the uproar
without flinching. But it was an hour of such mad-
ness as makes men blind and deaf to all that might
appeal to their better feelings. Something might
be said, not in excuse, but in explanation of the
frenzy. An imperial race, reared in traditions of
greatness, felt itself to be approaching the hour of
servitude or extinction, and it raged like a wild
beast ina net. Nothing that came within reach of
its fury was likely to be spared. The multitude
surged forward, the wooden barrier gave way, and
the inclosed space assigned to the senators was
crowded in an instant with a raging crowd.

Cleanor caught one glimpse of the doomed man’s
face, pale but still resolute. The next moment it
had disappeared.

He sprang forward, crying, ‘“‘Save him!”’ though,
unarmed as he was, for no weapon was allowed
within the building, he felt miserably helpless. In
fact, he could have done nothing, and, fortunately
for himself, he was not even permitted to try. His
arms were seized from behind, and a cloak was
thrown over his head. The next moment he felt
himself lifted from the ground, and carried, he
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knew not whither. He could not even struggle, for
both arms and legs had been deftly secured, while
his voice was choked by the covering that enveloped
his head.

When, half an hour afterwards, the cloak was
removed, he found himself in a small chamber, with
no companion but a slave, who was apparently a
deaf-mute, as he replied to all questions with the
single gesture of putting his finger on his lips.

In the course of another half-hour Gisco appeared.

‘My dear fellow,”’ he said, “ pardon this violence,
which would, indeed, be inexcusable, if it had not
been the only way of saving your life. Believe me,
you have friends who will soon, I hope, find more
agreeable ways of showing their good-will than
they were forced to this morning. You have been
watched ever since you came into Carthage, though
you have not known it. The council have spies
everywhere, and they know their business. They
knew that you were a friend of Hasdrubal, and felt
sure that you would do your best to help him.
They followed you to his house, they heard what
you said to him and he to you, and they brought
the report to the chief. He has a great liking for
you, and gave me carte blanche to do what I
pleased, if only I could keep you out of danger.
So, if there has been anything rude in the method

of saving you, itis I whom you must blame. Believe
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me, you would have sacrificed yourself for nothing.
It was impossible to save Hasdrubal. The fact is, he
ought to have taken warning long ago, for warning
he has had in plenty. Again and again he has been
told that a grandson of Masinissa could never be
safe in Carthage, and he ought to have gone long
ago. Mind, I say nothing against him. He was
obstinate, but it was a noble obstinacy. He knew
himself to be blameless, and he wanted to save
Carthage.”

‘‘And what has happened to him?” asked
Cleanor.

“The worst, I fear,” answered Gisco ; ‘‘ but more
T really do not know. I was busy with your affair,
and saw nothing.”

Cleanor heard the shocking story afterwards from
an eye-witness. The crowd, led by some of the
senators—his informant was positive on the point
that some of the senators had a hand in the deed—
had torn up the benches from their fastenings,
broken them into fragments, and beaten the unfort-
unate man to death. The victim had made no re-
sistance—had not even uttered a cry.
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CHAPTER XII
SCIPIO SETS TO WORK

LEANOR, though he had no proofs of Hasdru-
bal’s complicity in the crime just committed,
could not rid himself of the suspicion that he had
had something to do with it. No one profited by it
more; he had been present when the deed was done,
and had not spoken a word or lifted a finger to hin-
der it. Such a suspicion was enough in itself to
make any post which brought him into close con-
tact with the general distasteful to the young man.
And Hasdrubal’s personal habits were revolting to
his taste. The man was given over to gluttony. He
had a sufficiently clear intelligence and some mili-
tary skill, but the enormous meals in which he in-
dulged produced a condition of torpor which dis-
abled him during a great part of the day.

Cleanor, therefore, was not a little pleased when,
through the good offices of Gisco, he was attached
to the staff of one of Hasdrubal’s lieutenants, Him-
ilco by name. Himilco had charge of a portion of
the wall looking towards the sea, about four stadia
in length. Cleanor had the duty, which he shared
with another officer, of seeing that the sentinels
were properly vigilant during the night. Hach was
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responsible for two of the four watches, their prac-
tice being for one to take the first and fourth, the
other the second and third.

At this time the chief interest of the siege was
centred at this point, where it seemed not improb-
able that the Romans would have to suffer a very
serious check. The second-in-command of the be-
sieging force, who had a special charge of the fleet,
an officer of more enterprise than judgment, had
seen, as he thought, a chance of greatly distinguish-
ing himself. Having taken advantage of a long
spell of settled weather to stand-in more closely
than usual to the shore, he had observed, or rather
it had been pointed out to him by a sharp-sighted
young officer, a portion of the ramparts which ap-
peared to be insufficiently guarded. The wall here
ran along the top of a precipice, so steep and inac-
cessible that it might almost seem unnecessary to
supplement by art the provision of nature. Such
spots, however, while they seem to be the strongest,
are often in fact the weakest part of a fortification.!
A fortunate chance put Mancinus—this was the
Roman admiral’s name—in possession of the fact
that the cliffs were not by any means so difficult of
access as they seemed. One of the fishermen who
plied their trade along the coast. had come on board

1 The reader will remember the capture of Quebec by Wolfe’s daring plan
of scaling the Heights of Abraham.
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the admiral’s ship with a cargo of fish for sale. He
was asked whether there was any way of scaling
the cliffs, and replied that there was, and promised,
in consideration of a couple of gold pieces, to act as
guide. Mancinus accordingly, having waited fora
dull night, landed a force of about a thousand men.
The guide fulfilled his promise and showed them
the path, which, thanks to the negligence of the be-
sieged, they found entirely unguarded.

For a time everything went well. The sentinels
had come-to regard this beat as one which might be
neglected without risk. When they chanced to be
told off to this duty they were accustomed to sleep
as unconcernedly as if they had been in their beds
at home. About fifty or sixty of the assailants had
mounted the walls by help of scaling-ladders when
the alarm was given. The besieged had organized
a flying detachment of five hundred men, whose
business it was to be ready for any emergency, and
to hurry at once to any spot where they might be
wanted.

This force now came up at full speed, and the
few who had mounted the wall were promptly dis-
lodged. This done, the officer in command ordered
the nearest gate to be opened, and sallied out at the
head of his men. But he had not expected to find
so formidable a force opposed to him. His division
was completely overmatched, and was driven back
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within the walls, the Romans making their way
through the gate—which there had been no time to
shut—along with the retreating enemy.

Both sides were now reinforced, the Carthagin-
ians by fresh detachments from the garrison, the
Romans by Mancinus himself with another contin-
gent from the fleet. The result of the fighting, which
was continued throughout the night, was that the
Romans retired from within the walls, but occupied
a fairly strong position outside.

In earlier days, when the idea that Carthaginian
territory could be successfully invaded had not oc-
curred to anyone, a wealthy merchant of the city
had built himself a mansion on a space of level
ground between the wall and the cliff. The mansion
was surrounded with spacious gardens and orchards,
and these again were protected from trespassers by
a deep ditch and a wall of unusual height. Here
Mancinus intrenched himself. He still cherished
the hope that he might make good his footing, and
use the position as a starting-point for successful
operations against the city. What a splendid
achievement it would be if he could falsify what
had come to be a commonly accepted belief, if it
was to turn out that a Mancinus, not a Scipio, was
the conqueror of Carthage! And indeed he was so
far right that he always had the credit of having
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been the first to effect a lodgment within the boun-
daries of Carthage itself.’

For the present, however, his position was pre-
carious. He had no stock of provisions with him,
except that the men had been ordered to carry ra-
tions for three days. Supplies could, of course, be
obtained from the ships, but only so long as the
weather continued fine. A week of strong wind
from the sea would reduce him to absolute starva-
tion. Of water there was already a scarcity. The
builder of the mansion had provided an ample sup-
ply for a large household, but there was nothing
like enough for between two and three thousand
men. And, apart from the difficulties about food
and drink, the position was not one which could be
permanently held. The wall round the mansion,
for instance, was not a military fortification. It
was meant to keep out trespassers, not to resist
battering-rams.

1 Mancinus was elected one of the consuls for the year 1458B.c. There is a
curious story, that after the conclusion of the war he exhibited in the Forum
of Rome maps and plans of Carthage, showing where the various attacks
had been made, and that he was never weary of explaining to the people the
operations of the siege. This conduct, the story continues, made him so
popular that he offered himself as a candidate for the consulship, and was
successful. This story looks somewhat strange as it stands. The consulship
was a very great honour, and, what is more, a serious responsibility. It
would hardly have been bestowed on the giver of a popular and entertaining
exhibition. But there may have been a general feeling that Mancinus had

really done good service in the siege—had shown the way, so to speak, for
the capture of the city.
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This, then, was the state of affairs when Cleanor
took up his command. Two days had passed since
Mancinus had occupied the position outside the
walls, and he was already in distress. The contin-
gency for which he had made no provision had
occurred. The wind was blowing strongly from the
sea, and the captains of the fleet had thought it
prudent to stand off from the shore. The Cartha-
ginians were perfectly well aware of the condition
of affairs. They had intercepted a messenger carry-
ing an urgent appeal for help to head-quarters, and
knew that, unless there was a change of weather,
the Romans must be reduced to extremities. Their
policy was, of course, to sit still and wait. There
was, indeed, a good chance that if the battering-
rams were vigorously applied to the walls, a breach
might be made, and an assault successfully made.
But an assault, whatever the result, would cost many
lives. And of all men no one is more bound to be
economical of life than he who commands the garri-
son of a besieged town; and this for the simple
reason that he cannot hope to get recruits. In the
course of two or three days more the Romans would
have to capitulate, or fight at a terrible disadvantage.
Scipio, it was true, was now daily expected, and, if
he arrived in time, would be sure to make a vigor-
ous effort to save his countrymen. But that he
should arrive in time seemed almost impossible.
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But the Carthaginians did not know Scipio.
Cleanor himself—who, as has been seen, had had
opportunities of estimating the remarkable qualities
of the man—was taken by surprise, such were the
energy and the promptitude with which the Roman
acted. With that remarkable foresight which he
did not scruple himself to attribute to divine
prompting, and which we may anyhow describe as
genius, he had made special preparation for such a
contingency as had actually occurred. He had
selected the ten swiftest ships out of the fleet
which accompanied him from Italy, and had put on
board them a picked force of five hundred men.
With this squadron he had outstripped the slower
sailers by not less than forty-eight hours, an in-
valuable saving of time, as it turned out.

He reached Utica, which was about twenty-seven
miles west of Carthage, at sunset on the day on
which Mancinus had sent his appeal for help. Two
of the three messengers who had been despatched
on this errand had been captured, but one had
contrived to elude the Carthaginian watchmen, and
had reached Utica at midnight. Scipio did not lose
a moment. His own men were ready for instant
action, but they were scarcely numerous enough for
_ the work which they might have to do.

He found abundance of help in Utica. At an
earlier period of the war he had spent seven months
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in this town in command of a detachment quartered
there. The influence of his extraordinary person-
ality had made itself felt in Utica as it did every-
where else. Old and young in the city were devoted
to him. What we should now call a battalion of
volunteers had been raised, of which he had con-
sented to be the honorary tribune. Late as it was,
he sent a herald through the streets with notice
that this force was to muster immediately at the
harbour. In the course of little more than an hour
the battalion had assembled at the place indicated
for a rendezvous in full strength, not a single mem-
ber, except some half-dozen incapacitated by sick-
ness, being absent. A requisition also was made
for lads and elderly men, and of these there was
such a throng that the task for which they were
wanted, carrying provisions and stores on board the
squadron, might have been done five times over.
All worked with such a will that before sunrise
everything was actually ready, and the squadron
was able to make a start.

Scipio’s arrival had been observed at Carthage,
the harbour of Utica being distinctly visible, not-
withstanding the distance, through the clear atmos- -
phere of the north African coast. He had himself
taken pains to assure its being known, for he was
not above utilizing to the utmost the impression
made, as he was well aware, by his name. He had
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no sooner reached Utica than he ordered that some
seamen, who were among the Carthaginian prisoners,
should be set free, supplied with a fast-sailing pin-
nace, and commissioned to deliver at Carthage the
message, ‘‘ Scipto is come.”’

That he would hasten to the relief of Mancinus
everyone in Carthage knew, and orders were issued
accordingly that the position of that general should
be attacked as soon as possible after dawn. This
was prompt, but it was not prompt enough.

The night, indeed, was not lost. Battering-rams
were brought to bear upon the wall surrounding
the mansion, and several breaches were made, ready
for the storming parties to enter as soon as it was
light. Before morning, indeed, the wall was so
shattered that it became practically indefensible,
and Mancinus abandoned the idea of holding it
against the assailants. He formed his men into a
square, with the heavy-armed, who numbered about
five hundred, outside, and the light troops, who
had no protection beyond a steel cap and small
target, within.

Himilco, who personally directed the attack,
ordered a charge on a corner of the square, where
the lines had been made up with Numidian auxil-
jaries. He hoped to find them less sturdy in re-
sistance than the regular legionaries, who were all
Italians. Cleanor, who was having his first ex-
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perience of serious fighting, was in the front rank
of the charge, and had the satisfaction of seeing the
Roman line waver. But it wavered without breaking.

The Numidians were under the command of a
deputy centurion, a Picenian mountaineer of huge
stature and herculean strength. Springing to the
front he killed a heavily-armed Carthaginian out-
right with one thrust of his pike. Then he struck
Cleanor full in the breast. The finely-wrought
cuirass of steel, a gift from the old king, withstood
the blow, but the wearer was hurled backward with
irresistibie force and came to the ground witha shock
which partially stunned him. When Himilco ordered
a retreat he had to be supported by his companions.

But though the charge had been repulsed, the
position of the Roman force was full of peril. The
heavily-armed men in the front ranks were no pro-
tection to their less fully equipped comrades against
the incessant showers of missiles which the archers,
javelin-throwers, and slingers rained upon the help-
less men inside the square. Their own armour was
not always proof against them, still less against the
stones which the catapults, now put in position on
the city walls, discharged into their ranks. The
whole body continued to edge away out of range
of the walls, heedless of the fact that every step
brought them nearer to the cliffs.

A catastrophe was imminent when Scipio’s squad-
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ron came in sight. The decks were crowded, every
available man putting himself as much in evidence
as possible. This was Scipio’s command, given in
order to create an impression of greater numbers
than he really possessed. The effect on the con-
tending forces was instantaneous and great. The
Carthaginian leaders felt themselves to be in the
presence of a formidable antagonist, and stood on
the defensive. The forces of Mancinus recovered
the confidence which they had lost. Scipio’s arrival
was soon followed by the appearance of Mancinus’
own ships. For it was one of the many instances
of the extraordinary good fortune which seemed to
attend on Scipio throughout his career, that no
sooner had he appeared on the scene than the
weather changed. The wind veered round, and now
blew with moderate strength from the shore. It
was still a couple of hours from noon when the
whole force under Mancinus had re-embarked.

‘“We must never lose a moment,’’ said Gisco to
our hero, when they were talking over the events
of the day, ‘‘if we are to keep up with this won-
derful man. As to being beforehand with him that
seems impossible. Who would have thought that,
after coming all the way from Italy, he would have
started again almost without giving himself time to
sup! This is a very different thing from Piso’s way
of doing business.”’
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CHAPTER XIII
IN THE ROMAN CAMP

HERE had been, as has been seen, not a few

fluctuations of fortune in the conflicts which
had followed after the landing of Mancinus. One
result of this had been that a considerable number
of prisoners had been taken on both sides. Both
sides, also, were anxious for an exchange. The
Carthaginians did not care to have any more useless
men to feed than could be helped; the Romans
feared, and not without reason, that their friends
and comrades would be barbarously treated. Car-
thage had always had an evil reputation in this re-
spect, and was only too likely to justify it, if ever
she should be driven to extremities.

The envoy who conducted the negotiations on
behalf of the city was a member of the Senate
named Maharbal. He had made himself conspicuous
as a leader of the peace, otherwise the pro-Roman,
party, and was supposed, therefore, to be accept-
able to Scipio. Cleanor accompanied him in the
capacity of interpreter. The interviews would be
conducted in Greek, a language which Scipio spoke
fluently. As for Latin, there was no one in Car-
thage who was able to speak more than a few words
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of it; nor was there in the Roman camp any more
knowledge of the Punic tongue. There could not
be a greater proof of the irreconcilable hostility of
the two nations than this mutual ignorance.

Cleanor’s visit was paid at a very interesting
time, for the Roman camp was undergoing, at the
hands of the new commander, a very thorough proc-
ess of cleansing. It had fallen, under the manage-
ment of his incompetent predecessors, into a most
deplorable condition. In the first place it swarmed
with disreputable camp-followers. There was a
crowd of sutlers, traders who sold to the soldiers
various luxuries at the most extravagant prices,
and bought from them their plunder for ridiculously
small sums of ready money. There was a still
greater multitude of soldiers’ servants. Even a
private trooper must have a slave to groom his
horse ; and an infantry soldier thought it a hard-
ship if he had to clean and polish his own arms. As
some of the officers had a whole establishment of
attendants, there was a second army of servants
actually more numerous than the first army of
fighting men.

Scipio made short work with these useless and
mischievous encumbrances. No sutler or dealer
' was allowed to remain in the camp, or even in the
neighbourhood, unless he held the general’s license.
Even then he was not allowed to sell any articles
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but such as were contained in a very brief list au-
thorized by the general, and at prices which had
received his sanction. The purchase of articles from
the soldiers was absolutely forbidden. Indeed, the
trade ceased of itself, for plunder was rigidly pro-
hibited. Any soldier who went further from the
camp than the bugle could be heard made himself
liable to be treated as a deserter. The reform in the
matter of the soldiers’ servants was no less radical.
Two were allowed to a tribune, one to a centurion,
and four, who were to be owned and employed in
common, to a century or company of infantry and
a troop of cavalry. All these were to be able-bodied
men, who had learnt military drill; and they were
liable on occasion to serve in the ranks.

Scipio, still acting on the principle which had
made him announce his arrival to the Carthaginians,
kept nothing secret from the envoy and his escort;
he took pains, on the contrary, that they should see
and learn everything that was to be seen or learnt.
He invited them to be present at a general assembly
of the army, which was summoned during their stay
in the camp to hear an address from himself. Ma-
harbal knew, as has been said, next to nothing of
Latin, and Cleanor did not know enough to enable
him to follow Scipio throughout. Nevertheless,
they could see that the effect of the speech was re-
markable. The orator held his audience, so to
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speak, in the hollow of his hand. He was not speak-
ing smooth things to his army; on the contrary, he
told them that they were robbers rather than sol-
diers. He laid down for them for the future a most
rigid discipline ; he gave them no hope of indul-
gence. But he was heard with profound attention
and without a murmur of dissent or complaint.

The next morning Cleanor saw the banished mul-
titude embark.
crowd, and a more curious miscellany of property
was never beheld. One man was disconsolately
watching while a score of wine casks, full of some
poisonous liquid which he had hoped an African sun
would sell for him, was hoisted on board ; another
had with him a troop of performing dogs; a third
was conducting a troop of singing and dancing girls,
whose rouged cheeks and tawdry finery looked mel-
ancholy enough in the merciless light. The exiles
were not by any means silent; they cursed and quar-
relled in a perfect Babel of languages ; but they did
not dare to linger. A cordon of soldiers kept them
rigidly within the boundaries of the place of em-
barkation. Vessel after vessel took on board its
cargo with a marvellous regularity and speed. Be-
fore evening the camp had been brought back to a
- primitive severity and simplicity which were worthy
of the best times of the Republic.

In the matter of the exchange Maharbal found
10
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the Roman general liberal to the point of generosity.
He was not careful to exact a very close correspon-
dence in the dignity or the number of the prisoners
to be given up and received. When every Roman
had been accounted for, a considerable balance of
Carthaginians still remained in Scipio’s hands. The
envoy offered to redeem them at the price which
had been customary in former wars, two pounds and
a half of silver per man. Scipio smilingly refused
to receive it. ‘‘ Your Hannibal,”’ he said, ‘‘used to
empty our treasury, for it was seldom but he had
more prisoners to give than to receive. You must
let me have the satisfaction of feeling that for once
I am able to be generous.”

It was easy to transact business on such terms.
When all was settled the general invited the Car-
thaginian and his interpreter, whom he had greeted
in a most friendly fashion, to share his evening
meal. He had thoughtfully arranged that the two
young officers who were his aides-de-camp, and as
such were commonly guests at his table, should not
be present. He felt that their company would not
be agreeable to Maharbal and still less to the young
Greek. The only other guest was a person whom
Cleanor especially was delighted to meet. This was
the historian Polybius, who had already acquired a
considerable reputation as a soldier, a statesman,
‘and a man of letters. Cleanor, during his sojourn at
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Athens, had heard his character as a politician hotly
debated ; that he was an honest man no one doubted.
Personally he was prejudiced against him as a par-
tisan of Rome. But he found it impossible to resist
the charm of his conversation.

The hours passed only too quickly in such delight-
ful company, and when the time came to separate,
Cleanor felt that he had not said a tenth part of
what he wanted to say to his new acquaintance.
As they were making their farewells, Polybius, who
had heard from Scipio an outline of the young
Greek’s story, found an opportunity of saying a
few kindly words.

**T could wish,’’ he whispered, with a friendly
pressure of the hand, ‘‘ that things were otherwise
with you. Mind, I don’t blame you, or doubt but
that you are quite loyal to conscience in what you
do. But, believe me, you are on the wrong side.
Is there anyone in Carthage whom you can compare
in anything that makes the worth of a man with
our noble Scipio? I know something of what you
feel, though I have not the same cause, for I also am
a Greek and have lost my country; but the gods
give the sovereignty to whom they will, and who
are we to fight against them? Farewell for the
present! but I am sure that we shall meet again,
and under happier circumstances.”
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‘‘T thank you for saying so,’ replied Cleanor ;
“‘but the future looks very dark to me.”’

And, indeed, as he made his way back to the
city, listening with but half his mind to Maharbal’s
enthusiastic praises of the courtesy and liberality of
the Roman commander, he felt his spirits sink into
a deeper depression than he had ever known before.

CHAPTER XIV

THE MEGARA

OURTEOUS, and even generous, as Scipio had
showed himself in the matter of the exchange
of prisoners, he was not a man to let slip a single
advantage that might fall into his hands, or, when
he delivered a blow, to hesitate to strike with all
his force. He allowed a short time for his army to
get used to the new condition of things. This he
could well afford, for the season was yet early.
When he found his army restored to a sound con-
dition, physical and moral, at once hardened to
labour and amenable to discipline, in a word, thor-
oughly efficient, he proceeded to act. It was as a
keen, well-tempered sword in his hands, and he
struck with promptitude and energy.
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His first plan was to follow the line of attack
which Mancinus had initiated. The weak spot in
the defences of a wealthy city is commonly found
in the buildings which are allowed to grow up in
times of peace outside the fortifications. Life in a
walled city is often both irksome and unhealthy.
The poor, always compelled to put up with a nar-
row space whether within walls or without them, are
indifferent, but the rich man wants his garden and
his playground, wants room for the health of his
family or his own entertainment. In this way a
suburb, mainly consisting of residences of the
wealthy, had grown up outside the northern walls
of the city. It presented, only on a larger scale,
much the same features as the locality which Man-
cinus had fixed upon as his point of attack. But it
had a fortified wall of its own. This had in process
of time become a necessity. For more than four
centuries after its foundation Carthage had never
seen a foreign invader on its soil. But there came
a time when its enemies discovered that it might
be most effectually attacked at home. Therefore,
splendid houses which offered a rich prize to the
plunderer could no longer be left without a defence,
and the Megara had to be surrounded with a forti-
fication, which started from the city wall and joined
it again. But the space which had to be inclosed
was great, and the new wall was neither so strong,
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so well furnished with towers, nor so adequately
garrisoned as the old. It was meant, in fact, rather
for a protection against a sudden attack than as a
permanent defence.

Scipio resolved on a night assault, an operation
possible only to a thoroughly well-disciplined army.
He divided his force into two columns, taking per-
sonal command of the one which was actually to
attack. The other was to make a demonstration,
which was not to be developed into an assault ex-
cept the officer at its head saw a particularly favour-
able opportunity. As the two points threatened
were more than a couple of miles apart—so great
was the circuit of the Megara wall—the attention of
the garrison was effectually distracted. Scipio’s
column succeeded in reaching its destination unob-
served, and its sudden approach, coupled with the
alarm simultaneously raised on the other side, threw
the garrison into confusion.

But the assault received a check. A deserter had
indicated the spot where the wall might be most
easily scaled. It had been used as a short cut by
marauders, stragglers, and others who did not care
to go in or out by the gate. Some stones had been
broken down at the top of the wall, while at the
bottom there was a natural rise in the ground which
diminished the height. But the place had not es-
caped the vigilance of the officer whose business it
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was to inspect this portion of the fortification. The
stones had been replaced and the rise in the ground.
levelled. A determined attempt was then made at
various points with the scaling-ladders. But an
assailant who is mounting a ladder is at a consider-
able disadvantage when matched with an antago-
nist who has a firm footing on the wall above. Here
and there, indeed, especially where a bit of the wall
lay in shadow, the ladder could be applied and the
wall scaled unobserved by the guard. But these suc-
cesses could not be followed up. The soldiers who
thus made good their footing on the top were few
and far between ; unable to help each other, they
could not hold the ground that they had won. The
only decided advantage obtained in this direction
was the capture of one of the small towers disposed
at intervals along the wall. This tower had been
deserted by its guard, who had hurried to repel a
scaling-party, and was occupied by the Romans in
their absence.

Scipio sav that he was losing men to no purpose,
and ordered the retreat to be sounded. But his
quick eye had detected a place which seemed to
promise better. Some resident in Megara had felt
the same impatience of being kept within walls to
which the whole suburb itself owed its first exist-
ence, and had built, ina spot which commanded a
wide view over the sea, one of those towers which
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we now, commonly call ‘follies.’ The place was
of course deserted when the war broke out, but it
was not destroyed, as it ought to have been, for it
was dangerously near the wall. So near, indeed,
was it that it was quite possible to throw a bridge
across the intervening space; fortunately, too, it
was not very far from the tower mentioned above
as having been occupied by the assailants. A con-
siderable force of archers and slingers was brought
up to the spot, and they kept up so vigorous a dis-
charge of missiles that this portion of the wall, some
fifty paces or so in length, was absolutely cleared
of its defenders. Two scaling-ladders, hastily lashed
together, served sufficiently well fora bridge. Across
this two or three scores of active young soldiers,
picked out for their courage and strength, made
their way in rapid succession, and descending from
the wall on the inner side, hastened to open one of
the gates. Before an hour had passed, Scipio, with
nearly four thousand men, was within the walls of
the Megara.

For a time the panic was as great as if Carthage
itself, and not a suburb, which never could have
been seriously defended, had been taken. The
garrison of the Megara fled in wild confusion to
the inner city, the gates of which were blocked
with a crowd of frantic fugitives. Cleanor, who
had joined the flying division as a volunteer, found
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himself carried back towards the city walls by a
quite irresistible torrent of panic-stricken men.

Then a rally took place. In the first place the
fugitives were compelled to halt, if for no other
reason than because they could not get through the
gates. Then the old instinct of obedience and dis-
cipline reasserted itself, especially in the merce-
naries, among whom the panic had been most severe.
Little by little the officers were able to restore some
kind of order, and even to recover some of the lost
ground. The defenders had the inestimable ad-
vantage of knowing the locality. To the merce-
naries, indeed, most of whom had never been inside
Carthage, the place was as strange as it was to the
Romans; but the flying division consisted entirely
of native troops, and these were thoroughly at
home among the lanes and alleys of the Megara,
where indeed most of them had their family resi-
dences.

Cleanor had an hour or so of very lively advent-
ure in the company of an officer of the division,
and could not help feeling a certain regret when he
heard the Roman bugles sound the recall. Scipio,
in truth, had found that his position was not by
any means desirable. The Megara was almost
covered with detached houses, each surrounded by
its gardens and orchards, these again being inter-
sected by running streams, some of which were of
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considerable depth, and had branches winding in
all directions. Any adequate military occupation
of such a region would require a much larger force
than he had at hand, and would serve no useful
purpose. And he could not quite trust his men.
They had accepted his reforms with wonderful
docility, but here they were in the presence of
almost overpowering temptations. Many of the
houses in the Megara were full of the accumulated
wealth of centuries. A few minutes among such
possessions would enrich a soldier with more than
he could hope to acquire in twenty campaigns. In
fact, it was only too probable that the men would
take to plundering, and quite certain that, if they
did, they would be destroyed in detail. There were
abundant reasons, therefore, why the Roman gen-
eral should order a retreat. Even as it was, his
losses were not inconsiderable.

‘-T wonder whether anyone has been paying a
visit here?”’ said Cleanor’s companion to him as
they approached one of the houses in the Megara.
‘“This is my father’s place.”

It should be explained that the non-combatant
population had fled from the Megara as soon as it
was attacked, Even before that many persons had
deserted their houses for safer quarters within the
city itself.

‘Tt is a very likely place,” the Carthaginian con-
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tinued, “for a man to lose his way in. Perhaps
we may lay our hands on a prize. Come this way ;
I know the best place for waiting.”

The two young men, taking a couple of soldiers
with them, made their way down a narrow lane
which skirted the garden of the house. The moon
had set by this time, but there was a dim light of
dawn. After a few minutes of waiting, the party
could plainly hear that someone was approaching.

“‘There must be two men at least,’’ whispered the
Carthaginian ; ‘‘and they have missed the path, for
they are crashing through the shrubs. By Dagon!
we have them, for there is a bit of deep water that
they must get over. Let us come a little further
on. Mago, you know the hand-bridge ; go as quick
as you can and secure it.”

He had scarcely finished speaking when the party
for which they were watching came in sight. It
consisted of three persons, and there was now
enough light to distinguish them. One was a Ro-
man officer. He wore the ornaments of a tribune,
and might have been some twenty years of age.!
His two companions were private soldiers, and light-
armed. The three, forcing their way through the
shrubbery, which here was particularly dense, came

1 Scipio was a tribune at this age. Young men of good birth were ap-
pointed to the office without previous service. Soldiers of lower origin wha
distinguished themselves were promoted to it, but, of course, at a later age,
The great Marius was not a tribune till he was between thirty and forty.
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upon the water. It was evidently an entirely un-
expected obstacle.

‘‘Caius,’’ said the officer, addressing one of the
men, ‘‘how is this to be managed ?”’

‘“We can jump it,” the man answered, ‘‘with the
help of our spears. When we are on the further
side, you, sir, must do the best you can, and we
will help you out.”’

“‘Very good,” said the officer ; “jump!”

*‘Let them go,’’? whispered the Carthaginian to
Cleanor, ‘‘ we don’t want them; but the officer will
be a prize worth having.”’

Each of the two soldiers planted his spear in the
bed of the stream, and swung himself across with-
out much difficulty. The tribune, having first
thrown his sword to the other side, jumped his fur-
thest. No run was possible, for the shrubs were
thick on the bank; still it was a good leap—excel-
lent, indeed, considering the weight of the young
Roman’s armour. The breadth of the water was
about twenty-four feet, and the tribune had cleared
eighteen. His companions were in the act of reach-
ing out one of their spears for him to grasp when
the Carthaginian and his party showed themselves.
The young Roman understood the situation in a
moment.

“‘Save yourselves,’ he gasped, as soon as he
could speak, ‘‘I am lost!”’


























S

“pO YOU YIELD?” SAID CLEANOR WHEN THE ROMAN HAD
REACHED THE SHORE
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After a moment’s hesitation the men obeyed. To
stay would have been a useless sacrifice, for they
must have been inevitably cut down while they
were attempting to save their companion.

“Speak to him,” said the Carthaginian. ‘Try
him with Greek; the Roman gentlemen mostly .
know it. But perhaps we had better help him out
of the water first.”’

““Do you yield ?”’ said Cleanor in Greek, when
the Roman had reached the shore.

‘*T see no choice,”’ replied the young man in the
same language.

Giving his promise that he would not attempt to
escape, he received his sword, and accompanied his
captors to the city.
answered in Greek, satisfied them that they had in-
deed, as the Carthaginian had anticipated, secured
a prize. The tribune was a Scipio, a kinsman not
very distantly related to the commander.

“‘Let him be your prisoner,’ said Cleanor’s com-
panion to him. ‘‘He may bring you promotion,
which I am pretty sure of in any case. Though, in-
deed,’’ he added after a pause, ‘‘I strongly suspect
that it will be all the same for most of us, promo-
tion or no promotion, a year hence.’
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CHAPTER XV

THE PRISONERS

HE Roman became so unwell, from the shock of
his sudden immersion following on a night of
unusual exertion, that Cleanor found it necessary
to take him to his quarters. They were sitting to-
gether at the morning meal a few hours later, when
Cleanor’s soldier-servant announced that someone
had called to see him on urgent business. It was
the Carthaginian officer in whose company he had
been during the adventures of the night preceding.

‘“What about the young Roman?” asked the
new-comer, who seemed to be in a state of great
agitation. ‘‘ Did you give him up at head-quarters,
or did you bring him here by accident?”’

‘*He is here,”’ replied Cleanor. ‘‘He seemed so
weak that I thought it best to bring him home with
me.”’

“That is well,” said the Carthaginian, “ though
really I can hardly say whether it is well. Do you
know what has happened ?”

“‘T have heard nothing. My chief has released
me from duty for four-and-twenty hours, and I
have taken the chance of getting a good long
sleep.”
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‘Well, there lave been most horrible doings.
Hasdrubal was in a towering rage this morning
when he heard what had been going on in the Meg-
ara. The fact is’’—the speaker lowered his voice to
a whisper—‘‘ that, between you and me, he was too
tipsy last night to appear. I am told that they
could not make him understand anything. That
did not make him more amiable this morning.
Then he has been blamed for letting the Megara re-
main as it is, and especially for the tower, which
certainly ought not to have been allowed to stand.
And lastly, there has been more talk of capitula-
tion during the last few days. People were very
much struck with Scipio’s liberality in the matter
of the prisoners, and have begun to think that bet-
ter terms might be got from him. Well, all these
things have been working him up to a great pitch
of fury. So this morning he had all the prisoners
that were taken in last night’s business, some three-
score altogether, brought down to the wall at the
point nearest to the Roman camp, and there he
tortured them to death in the cruellest way. We
Carthaginians are not so squeamish as you Greeks;
but I tell you that I felt fairly sick at what I saw,
and I did not see a half or even a quarter of the
horrors that took place. Some had their eyes or
their tongues torn out, some were flayed alive;
and when he had done with them, he had them
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flung down from the wall. ‘Tell your general,’ he
shouted out, when the last of the poor wretches was
tossed down, ‘tell your general that I sha’n’t charge
him more than one copper coin apiece for them.’”

‘“*But this is mere madness,’’ cried Cleanor.
‘‘What can he have been thinking of What was
his motive ?”’

“‘That is easily explained,” replied the Cartha-
ginian. ‘‘ When it was all over he turned to one of
the senators, who is supposed to favour peace—he
had compelled the man to come with him—and
said: ‘We have heard the last of capitulation, I
fancy, for some time. What terms do you think
your dear Scipio will be disposed to give you after
this?’ And now about your prisoner. I have
come straight to warn you. We must think what
is to be done. One thing, of course, is certain—you
can’t keep him here. Some bird of the air would
carry the matter. Hasdrubal, too, has his spies
everywhere, and knows everything, and you would
hardly like to give him up. He seemed a nice
young fellow.’’

“Give him up!” cried Cleanor—‘‘ certainly not.
I should deserve to be crucified myself if I did !’’

“You might tell him what has happened, and put
him in the way of taking the matter into his own
hands. The Romans seem never to trouble much
about killing themselves.”’
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“That seems but a mean way of getting out of
the difficulty. The man is my guest. I have eaten
and drunk with him. He sha’n’t be harmed, if I
can help it. I don’t love the Romans, but I could
not behave so to the very worst of them, and least
of all to a Scipio.”

‘*But youll get into very serious trouble your-
self.”’

‘Well, trouble or no trouble, I am determined to
save him somehow. Meanwhile, many thanks to
you for warning me. But there’s no good in your
mixing yourself up in the matter.”

‘Good! but mind this, the sooner he is out of
the way the better for him, if not for you. Fare-
well.”

“Well!” said the young Roman, when his cap-
tor returned, ‘‘ this is a very pleasant way of being
a prisoner, but I suppose it can’t last. You must
do your duty ; pray, don’t get yourself into trouble
on my account.’

Cleanor was in a state of extreme perplexity.
To hand over a gallant young soldier to a merciless
savage such as Hasdrubal was impossible. Yet it
seemed scarcely dutiful to Carthage to let a valu-
able prisoner escape; and, again, if he could make
up his mind to this, how was such an escape to be
managed ?

“Doing my duty,’ he said, after a few minutes
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of silent reflection, ‘“‘ happens to be more than-usu-
ally difficult.”

After another pause he went on, ‘‘ After all, there
is nothing for it but to tell you the simple truth.
Hasdrubal has put all the prisoners to death, and
to a horribly cruel death.”

The prisoner grew pale. He was young, and life
was dear to him. As a Roman, too, he knew the
hideous traditions of Carthaginian cruelty. In a
few moments he had recovered himself and his
voice was firm.

‘“‘TJ can bear,’ he said, ‘‘what my countrymen
have borne. Or, if you would make me feel that I
have been more fortunate than they, give me back
my sword for a moment.”

‘* Hasdrubal’s deed is a crime,”’ replied the young
Greek, ‘and I will not make myself an accomplice
init. Your sword I will certainly give you if I can
see no other way.”

Again he reflected, then his face lighted up. He
had thought of a way of escape out of part at least
of his difficulty.

‘‘There is another way, and I will ask you to fol-
low it without any questioning. I will certainly
not give you up to Hasdrubal, nor will I suffer you
to give up your life for mine. Your sacrifice, too,
would be useless. Hasdrubal will say, if he should
come to know about you, that he wanted you alive,
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not dead, and will be as furious with me for letting
you kill yourself as for letting you escape. So put
that thought out of your mind. Now about escape ;
I have had half a hundred plans in my mind during
the last half-hour, but the best, I might say the
only one, seems to be this. All Carthage is hard at
work on some ramparts of earth that are being
made in the rear of the south wall, just where the
ground dips a little. Men of all ranks are working
at them, and even women and children. All are
volunteers, no wages are given, and no questions
are asked. You can’t miss the place, for there is a
steady stream of people going backwards and for-
wards to it. Most of the men wear a rough sort of
workman’s tunic. I can give you one, and I can
furnish you with a spade. Work on there till it is
dark. No one will think it strange, for people who
are employed in the day often give two or three
hours to work at the ramparts in the night. Then
you must take your chance. Bide your time, and
drop quietly down from the wall. One thing re-
member: don’t on any account open your month.
If anyone speaks to you, pretend to be dumb or
that you don’t understand. And there is one thing
more which I ask, not because I think it necessary,
but because I shall be able to answer for you bet-
ter: swear by the oath that in your country you
think most binding, that you will give to the be-
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siegers no information as to what you have seen in
the city.”

The young man swore by Jupiter and the house-
hold gods of his own family that he would be abso-
lutely silent on all that he had seen or heard.
Shortly afterwards, equipped as Cleanor had de-
scribed, he took his way to the earthworks. It is
needless to say anything more than that, after
nightfall, he easily made his escape.

When the day came to an end without any in-
quiry being made for the prisoner, Cleanor began
to hope that the whole affair might escape notice.
Just before midnight, however, he received a visit
from his Carthaginian friend. ‘‘I have only a few
moments,’ said the young man. ‘‘ First, as to the
prisoner—what have you done with him? where is
he?”

‘‘In the Roman camp by this time, I hope,”’ re-
plied Cleanor; and proceeded briefly to describe
what he had done.

‘‘'Well,’’ said the other, ‘‘as nothing has been
seen or heard of him, he has probably made his es-
cape; and a very lucky thing for him! But now
about yourself. Hasdrubal knows, or will know
to-morrow morning. One of the soldiers who was
with us gave information. I will be even with him
some day, the mercenary scoundrel! Happily, the
chief was too tipsy to understand what was being
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told him. But he will be sober to-morrow morning,
and then look out for yourself. But what do you
mean to do?”

“Dot” replied Cleanor, ‘‘nothing, except tell
him the truth.”

“Well, you don’t want for courage. But re-
member, he is the most merciless brute on earth.
Don’t flatter yourself that you will find him any-
thing else.’

‘‘T have made up my mind. Let him do his
worst. Buta thousand thanks to you!”

“‘T wish we had a thousand men such as he in
Carthage,’’ muttered the young officer to himself as
he went away—“as gentle as he is brave, where-
as our people’s fancy is to be cruel and cowardly.”’

Early on the following morning an orderly made ,
his appearance at Cleanor’s quarters. ‘The gen-_
eral understands,’’ he said, ‘‘ that you have a pris-
oner in your hands. You are to deliver him up.”

Cleanor did not feel himself bound to make any
explanation to an orderly, and simply replied that
he had no prisoner in his hands.

“Then,” said the man, ‘‘I am instructed to
search your quarters.”’

‘Search, but you will find nothing.”

The man searched and went away. An hour or
so afterwards he reappeared, this time with a guard
of four soldiers. He had instructions, he said, to
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arrest Cleanor, son of Lysis, an officer of the guards
of the south-west wall.

Cleanor surrendered himself without a word, and
was at once marched to head-quarters. On his
arrival he was handcuffed. Hasdrubal, who had
never possessed much personal courage, was accus-
tomed to take this precaution when any prisoner
was brought into his presence.

‘‘¥ have it on good authority,”’ said the general,
when Cleanor stood before him, ‘‘ that you had a
Roman prisoner in your hands on the night of the
day before last. Why did you not deliver him up
at once to the proper authorities ?”’

‘* Because he was ill. If this was irregular, I ac-
knowledge my fault.”

‘Let that pass, then. Whereis he now? How
was it you suffered him to escape ?”’

‘*T did not suffer him to escape ; I took care that
he should escape.”’

“What!” cried the general in a furious voice—
so far he had succeeded in keeping calm—‘‘ what!
you deliberately let him go! Thisis sheer treason !
What have you to say?”

“*T could not let him be dealt with as the others
were dealt with. To have given him up after that
would have been acrime.”’

‘*What audacity! Who are you, paltry Greek
that you are, to make yourself a ruler and a judge
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in Carthage? That is enough. It is your life for
his life. Take him away!’ he roared to the guards
who had the prisoner in their charge.

Cleanor was taken back to the guard-room, and
shortly afterwards transferred from that to a cell
in the basement of the house, a squalid, stifling, ill-
smelling place, dimly lighted by a strongly barred
aperture in the roof. Here he spent five days.
Every morning his jailer opened the door just long
enough to put within it a loaf of coarse rye-bread
and a flagon of doubtful-looking water. He saw
and heard nothing more during the day.

On the sixth day he was again brought before
Hasdrubal. The general was, or seemed to be, ina
different mood. He affected to be much disturbed
at the prisoner’s squalid appearance, inquired how
he had been treated, and when he heard the details
declared that his orders had been entirely misunder-
stood. Cleanor knew exactly how much value was
to be attached to these protestations, but prudently
kept his counsel and thanked the general for his
kind intentions.

‘“‘T have been wishing,’ Hasdrubal continued,
“‘to have some conversation about a matter in
which you might be very useful to Carthage, but
you are really not fit for it. Let me at all events
do what I can to repair this deplorable mistake.”’

He whispered some instructions to an attendant,
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and Cleanor was ushered out of the room, being
treated with a politeness which was in strong con-
trast to the rude handling which he had received on
the former occasion. He was provided with a bath
and a change of clothes, and afterwards sat down to
an excellent meal.

Later on in the day he was again summoned into
the general’s presence. ‘‘I cannot but think,” said
Hasdrubal, ‘‘ that you were wrong in the matter of
the prisoner, but you meant well; yes, you meant —
well, and it may turn out for the best after all.
The prisoner who escaped was a Scipio, was he
not?”’

‘Yes,’’ replied the Greek, ‘‘ he was a Scipio.”’

‘“‘The Scipios will feel that they owe you some-
thing for what you have done. . . . Does not
that seem to give you an opening?”’

“‘T don’t understand,”’ replied Cleanor, though
he had little doubt, as a matter of fact, what it was
that the general wanted.

‘“‘There are some things,’’ continued Hasdrubal
after a pause, ‘‘ which I should much like to know,
and I would gladly give ten talents to the man who
would find them out for me.”’

“To put it plainly,’ said Cleanor, ‘‘ you want me
to goasaspy?”

‘* Well,” replied Hasdrubal, “if you choose to
put it so—yes.”’
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“*T cannot do it,” said Cleanor.

“‘T know that it is a dangerous bit of work; a
spy getsno mercy. But then, think—I won’t say,
of the reward, for I believe that you think little of
that—think of the service you may be doing to Car-
thage.”’

‘*Tt isn’t that I refuse to be a spy. A spy’s work,
I take it, is as lawful and honest as any other. But
I am not going to trade on what I did for that
young man. That would be base.”

Hasdrubal checked himself with some difficulty.
He could see that the young Greek was not one to
be bullied into compliance ; but he did not give up
the hope of persuading him.

“Well, well,’’ he said after a pause, ‘‘ we must
talk of this again. Perhaps we may find some way
for you to help us without offending your con-
science. Farewell for the present; and believe me
that I am deeply concerned that you should have
been put to inconvenience. It shall not happen
again.”

Cleanor found his quarters and his fare changed
very much for the better. He had now an airy little
chamber high up in the house, which commanded a
view of the sea. He received a visit from the gen-
eral’s own physician, a countryman of his own,
who claimed to be one of the great A’sculapid clan.

‘A little reduced,”’ said the man of science, after
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feeling his pulse and listening to the beats of his
heart—“‘a little reduced, but that is not to be won-
dered at. I shall not have to exhibit any drug; a
generous diet will do all that is wanted. And the
general gives you the use of his own private terrace,
so that you will not want for fresh air and exer-
cise.”

Time now passed pleasantly enough with the
young man, though it was irksome to be shut
up in idleness while so much was going on. And
there was always the anxiety as to what Hasdrubal
would do. The tiger was pleased for the time to
sheath his claws, but the claws were there, and
would be shown some day. Meanwhile he made
the best of his position. The physician paid him a
daily visit, told him the news of the siege, chatted
with him on various subjects, played sundry games
of draughts or soldiers,! and, best of all, lent him
some books.

More than once he was summoned to an interview
with the general, who, however, did not again in-
troduce the subject of the last meeting, but was
always very communicative and friendly, flattering
the young man by referring to him sundry military
questions, and asking his advice. At the end ofa
fortnight he was unconditionally released, not a

1The Latin latrunculi, a game somewhat resembling our ‘‘ military tac-
tics,” or ‘‘ fox and geese.”
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little to his surprise. And his release was followed
by reappointment to his old command.

He was not long left in ignorance of the causes
which had brought about this unexpected result.
The fact was that pressure, which he did not feel
able to resist, had been brought to bear upon Has-
drubal. Tyrant and savage as he was, he stood in
fear of his soldiers, and could not afford to neglect
any strong feeling that they might show. The
Greek contingent among the mercenaries was nu-
merous, and constituted the most effective part of
the force. With many of these men Cleanor was a
personal favourite; most of them knew him by re-
pute, and had heard with sympathy his melancholy
story. Among the native Carthaginians also he
had not a few well-wishers. Hasdrubal, accord-
ingly, was made to understand that if anything
should happen to the young man, it would be
strongly resented. His superior officer gave him an
outline of these facts, but added, with significant
emphasis:

“Be on your guard with him, though that is
easier to say than to do. He does not forget or
forgive.”
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CHAPTER XVI
BAAL HAMMON

OR some time after the events related in the last
chapter the siege went on without any notice-
able incidents. The fighting was nearly continuous,
‘but there was nothing like a pitched battle. The
besiegers did not again attempt an assault, nor did
the besieged make a sally in force. Scipio’s plan
was te complete the blockade of the city, and then
to await events, reserving his attack till famine and
disease had exhausted the strength of the enemy.
The first step was to cut off all communication on
the land side. Carthage stood on a peninsula, and
Scipio’s superiority in the field made him master of
the isthmus by which this peninsula was joined to
the mainland. This he covered from sea to sea by a
huge fortification, which served at the same time
foracamp. It had a ditch and arampart both on
the side that locked towards the city, from which it
was distant little more than a bow-shot, and on that
which faced the mainland. It was necessary, in-
deed, that it should be defensible both in the front
and in the rear. It was one of the most formidable
possibilities of the war that the Roman army might
be attacked from behind by the native allies of Car-
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thage. Scipio knew—it was a mark of his genius
that he knew everything—that the emissaries of the
city were unceasing in their efforts to raise an army
of auxiliaries among the native tribes of Northern
Africa. The wall had, as usual, towers at intervals
over its whole length. One of these towers, built in
the most solid fashion of stone, was carried up to
such a height that it commanded a view of all that
was being done within the city walls.

Of course the besieged did not allow this work,
threatening as it was to the very existence of their
city, to be carried on without interruption. Cata-
pults, posted on the city walls, kept up a continu-
ous discharge of missiles; unceasing showers of
stones came from the arches and slingers, while
bodies of infantry were kept in readiness to sally
forth whenever and wherever they saw an oppor-
tunity of doing damage. The Romans had, so to
speak, to build and dig with a workman’s tool in
the one hand and a weapon in the other, but they
stuck to their task with indefatigable zeal and in-
exhaustible courage. The officers shared all the
toils and dangers of their men, and the work pro-
gressed, not indeed without loss, but without inter-
ruption.

Meanwhile the city was in a state of constantly
increasing excitement from another cause, not un-
connected, however, with the war. The festival of
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Baal Hammon—otherwise Moloch—was approach-
ing, and it was to be kept with unusual splendour,
even, it was said, with rites of worship that had
fallen into disuse for many years. For Carthage,
though it had much of the unchanging temper of
the East, was not wholly untouched by the spirit of
progress, and some of the darker and more savage
practices of her religion were no longer practised.
But now again the fiercer instincts of the race were
waking. It was a common topic of talk in the
streets that the desperate fortunes of the state
called for more effectual methods of propitiating
the anger of heaven. Meetings of the Senate were
held daily with closed doors, and it was known,
though instant death was the appointed penalty of
any indiscreet revelation by a senator, that the chief
subject of debate was settling the details of the
great Moloch feast.

Cleanor, in common with the other Greeks in the
population, whether civil or military, heard but lit-
tle of the matter. It was, in a way, kept from them
by their companions and comrades, who knew that
they regarded such proceedings without sympathy,
not to say with disgust. In the ordinary course
the great day would have come and passed without
his knowing anything about it beyond the fact that
it was the chief festival of the Carthaginian year.
But this was not to be.
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He was returning to his quarters somewhat late
in the evening, two days before the appointed time,
when he felt a hand laid on the sleeve of his tunic,
and heard himself called by his name in a voiee
which somehow seemed familiar, though he could
not immediately connect it with any friend or ac-
quaintance. He halted, and turned to the speaker.

It was a woman, poorly clad as far as he could
see in the dim light, and of middle age, to judge
from what appeared of her veiled and cloaked fig-
ure.

‘Help, noble Cleanor!”’

That strange faculty of remembering voices that
most of us have, strange because it is a sheer effort
of memory, unhelped by any accessories of shape
and colour, did not fail him.

‘©What! is it you, Theoxena?’’ he cried.

Theoxena was his foster-mother, the wife of a
poor schoolmaster at Chelys, who had been per-
suaded by her own need and the liberal offers of
Cleanor’s father to undertake the nurture of one of
his twin-children. She had been resident for some
years at Carthage, to which city her husband had
migrated, tempted by the prospect of more liberal
remuneration than he could hope for in his native
place.

‘Yes, sir, it is 1,’ said the poor woman in a voice
broken with tears. ‘‘ And oh,in such trouble! If
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you could help me—but come in here. ’Tis buta
poor place ; but I cannot tell you my story in the
street.”

Her home was close at hand, and Cleanor followed
her in. A poor place it was, but clean and neatly
kept, and even with some little marks of taste and
culture. In one corner of the room stood a capsa,
a cylindrical case for holding manuscript rolls, and
above it, on a bracket fastened into the wall, a
statuette of Hermes. The chairs were of elegant
pattern, though of common wood, and the mats on
the floor, though worn and shabby, were of artistic
pattern.

‘Well, Theoxena,”’ he said, ‘‘ whatis the matter ?
What can I do for you?”’

“‘Oh, sir!’ she answered, commanding her voice
with an effort, ‘‘they have stolen from me my little
Cephalus, the dearest, brightest little boy that ever
was, and are going to offer him for a sacrifice to
their dreadful Hammon.”’

**But how do you know? How did it happen?”

“You shall hear the story from Daphne, who was
with him when he was stolen.”’

*‘And who is Daphne?’ asked Cleanor.

Daphne, who had been sitting in a small chamber
leading out of the main room, came forward on
hearing her name, holding in her hands a piece of
tapestry at which she had been working. She was
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a girl of fourteen or thereabouts, not actually beauti-
ful, perhaps, but with a rare promise of beauty ; her
figure had something of the awkwardness of the
time which comes between childhood and woman-
hood ; her features still wanted that subtle moulding
which the last critical years of girlhood seem able to
give. But her eyes, blue asa southern sea with a
noonday sun above it, were marvellously clear and
full of light; her complexion was dazzlingly bright,
and all the more striking from its contrast to the
generally swarthy hue of the inhabitants of Car-
thage. Her hair was of a rich red gold colour, and
would have been of extraordinary beauty if it had
had its natural length. As it was, it was cropped
almost close, though here and there a little curl of
a new growth had begun to show itself.

‘‘ This, sir, is my Daphne,” said the woman, lay-
ing her hand upon the girl’s head. ‘‘ We are good
patriots, I am sure, for the dear girl gave up her
beautiful hair—if you will believe me, it used to
come down nearly to her ankles—to be made into a
string for a bow. The bow-maker said it was the
very finest he had had, though all the great ladies
in Carthage did the same, I am told. Daphne,’ she
went on, ‘‘ tell the noble Cleanor about our darling
little Cephalus.”’

‘‘Remember,”’ said the young man, who saw that

the girl was trembling excessively, ‘‘ remember that
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the noble Cleanor is your brother, even as Theoxena
is his mother,” and he lifted his foster-mother’s hand
to his lips and respectfully kissed it.

The girl began her story: ‘‘I took my little
brother to walk in the garden—the garden, I mean,
of Mago the senator, who kindly lets us use it, be-
cause the streets are so noisy and crowded, and the
people are so rude.’ Cleanor did not wonder that
she attracted more notice than she liked. ‘‘ There is
seldom anybody there ; but that day there was an
old man who began to pet dear little Cephalus, and
give him sweetmeats and cakes. He seemed very
kind, and Inever dreamt of any harm; and besides,
I was there, for I never leave Cephalusalone. Ah!
but I did leave him alone that morning, wicked girl
that Iam.’ And she burst into a flood of tears.
‘*But then what could I do? Hylax—that is the
puppy that Cephalus is so fond of—began to fight
with another dog, and Cephalus was frightened, and
said, ‘He'll be killed! he’ll be killed! Do save him,
Daphne.’ He would himself have run to help, but
I was afraid he would be bitten, though that would
have been better than what did happen. SolI told
him to sit still where he was, and I ran to help
Hylax. It took me a long time to get hold of him,
for he was very angry, and would go on fighting
though the other dog was much bigger. And
when I looked round, the dear little boy was gone. I
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hunted all over the garden, and called him a hundred
times, but it was no use. Mother hasn’t blamed me
once, but I can’t help feeling that it was my fault.”

“But what,’ asked Cleanor, speaking to Theox-
ena, ‘‘has put this dreadful idea of Hammon into
your head ?”’

‘Oh! I knowfrom what my neighbours have told
me that there is going to be a sacrifice such as there
has not been for years and years, and that a number
of children are to be put into the fire. The priests
say that there must be a hundred, not one less.
Some parents offered their own children—to think
that anybody could be so wicked !—and these quite
rich and noble people, Iam told ; but still there were
not enough, so others had tobe taken by force. Be-
sides, the priests said that there must be children
of every race that was in Carthage ; and no Greek
children could be got except by kidnapping them.
And there was something, too, which Daphne did
not tell you. She picked upa button where the old
man had been sitting, and I have been told by some-
one who knows that it is of a kind that only the
temple servants of Hammon use.”

‘““T see,’’? said Cleanor; ‘‘there seems very little
doubt that itis so. But don’t trouble; you shall
have your son again. I havea hundred things to
ask you, but that must be for another day ; there is
no time to be lost now. Farewell!”
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The young man had spoken confidently enough
to the agonized mother, but when he came to reflect
on what he had to do he did not feel by any means
confident. All night he was busy with the problem,
but seemed, when the morning came, as far off a
solution as ever. He could not even think where
to go for counsel and help. His Greek comrades
would feel with him, but they probably knew no
more about the matter than he did. As to his
Carthaginian fellow-officers, though he was on the
best of terms with them, it was quite useless, and
indeed impossible, to approach them. At last an
idea occurred to him. The Greek physician who
had attended him when he was in Hasdrubal’s
house might possibly be not only willing, but able
to help him. Willing he would certainly be, for he
was a Greek ; able, possibly, seeing that his prac-
tice lay largely among Carthaginians of the highest
class.

He lost no time in looking for his friend, and was
luckily soon successful in his search.

“‘Tam not surprised,” said the physician when he
had heard the story. ‘‘I knew that something of
the kind was going on, though the priests keep it
as quiet as they can. I was called in yesterday to
see the wife of a senator. She was in a state of
prostration, for which I could see no physical
cause. Ofcourse I diagnosed mental trouble, and
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put some questions in that direction. I got nothing
but the vaguest answers. Just when I was going
away I asked some question about her children.
She said nothing, but the next moment she fell into
the very worst fit of hysterics Ihave ever seen. I put
two and two together, for I haven’t been a doctor
for forty years for nothing, and guessed the truth.
And afterwards, when I was giving the maid in at-
tendance some directions, I heard it for certain.
The poor woman had given up her eldest boy, a
beautiful little creature of six, to Moloch. And
now about this Greek child. Well, we must not be
seen on the street talking together. Come to my
house about noon to-morrow, and we will talk it
over.”

Cleanor was punctual at the appointed time.

““T have been thinking it over,” said the physi-
cian when he had satisfied himself that he could
not be overheard, ‘‘and I don’t see any chance of
success except by bribery. I know where the child
is—in the high-priest’s house. I was called in two
or three days ago to see a child who was ill there.
I thought it strange, for the priests have no fami-
lies. Still, it might be a child of a relative. But
it was stranger still when, after I had prescribed
for the little fellow and was going away, I heard
the voices of other children. Then it was all ex-
plained by what I told you this morning. They
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keep the poor little creatures, when they have got
them by persuasion or force, in the high-priest’s
house. That is one step, then. We know where
the boy is. And the next, by great good luck, is
made easy for us. The little fellow that I have
been attending will certainly die. I feel almost
sure that I shall not find him alive when I go this
afternoon. Well, I shall have to report his death
to the high-priest, who will have to find a sub-
stitute for him, and will, I suppose, kidnap an-
other child. That is a horrible thing ; but we can’t
help it. Now for my plan. You must bribe the
attendant who will have to remove the child and
see to its burial. That will be easy enough. He is
a fellow of the lowest class, and will do anything
for a score of gold pieces. And you must also
bribe the priest who has the business of actually
offering the children. That will be a more serious
matter. The practice is for the high-priest to offer
the first, and to hand over the rest to a subordinate.
This is the man you will have to deal with. It
isn’t that it will be a matter of faith with him.
Generally, in my experience—not always, mark
that—but generally the nearer the altar the Jess the
faith ; and thisman I know. But it is a dangerous
affair, and besides, the man can make his own
terms. I should say that a hundred gold pieces
will be wanted. Now, can you manage that? It
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isn’t every young officer that has a hundred gold
pieces to spare. I can help you a little, but a phy-
sician’s fees are small and hard to come by.”

‘* A thousand thanks!” said Cleanor, ‘‘but I have
as much as will be wanted.”

‘*Come again after dark,” the physician went on.
**'You will have to settle with the men, for I must
not appear in the matter, but I will arrange a way
for you to see them.”

‘“Kverything is going as well as possible,” said
the physician when the two met again. ‘As I ex-
pected, the child was dead. And here I have made
a little change in our plans. I thought that it
might make complications if two were engaged in
the affair. And the priest might object if he found
his secret shared by an attendant of far inferior
rank. It might mean, he would say, endless black-
mailing. What I did, then, was to tell the man
that there was something very strange about the
child’s illness, that I wanted to discover the real
cause, and that I would give him a couple of gold
pieces—to offer him more would have been suspi-
cious—if he would let me have the body. That is
disposed of, then. Now for the priest. He comes
here to-night; he has long been a patient of mine,
and he wants to seeme. The fellow, who is one of
the hardest drinkers in Carthage, would have been
dead long ago but for me. You will see him, and
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tell him what he is to do, which, in a word, is to put
a dead child for a living one, and what you will give
him for doing it. That is the naked truth, but you
will wrap it up as you think best.”

‘‘But will not that be an impossible thing—a
dead child for a living ?”’ asked Cleanor.

“Not at all,” replied the physician, ‘‘and not by
any means so hard as you think. You don’t know,
I daresay, that the children are drugged as heavily
as possible without making them actually insensible.
All the creatures that are bought to be sacrificed
have to be drugged. You know that it is thought
to be the very worst omen if a bull or a ram breaks
away from the attendants as they are bringing it to
the altar. You don’t suppose that there is a mira-
cle perpetually worked so that what happens every
day in the slaughter-house never happens in a tem-
ple? And this makes the affair comparatively easy.
There is not much difference between a drugged
child and a dead child.”

The priest came in due course. The physician
with some cautious hints excited his curiosity and
greed, and Cleanor found his task neither so diffi-
cult nor so costly as he had anticipated. It isneed-
less to relate the negotiations. As the physician
had anticipated, the priest’s faith was not a diffi-
culty. He had not a vestige of belief. He had been
a party to too many impostures to have anything of
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the kind left. Fraudulent miracles were a part al-
most, it might be said, of his daily business. But
he made the most of the risk of the proceeding, and
this was undoubtedly great. Not only was the dead
child to be substituted for the living, but the living
was to be smuggled away. The physician had pro-
vided a temporary refuge for it; it was to be re-
ceived into the family of the couple which kept his
house. The thing probably appeared to be more
difficult than it. really was, chiefly because no one
would have any idea that it would be attempted. A
bargain was ultimately made for a somewhat smaller
sum than the physician had named. The priest was
to receive five-and-twenty gold pieces down, and
fifty pieces more when Cleanor was satisfied of the
safety of the child.

Cleanor was long in doubt whether or not he
should be present at the hideous ceremony of the
coming day. All the instincts of his own nature
and his race revolted against such doings. The
Greek temper was not particularly merciful, and
certainly never shrank from taking life when occa-
sions of policy or promptings of revenge seemed to
suggest it, but it had no liking for spectacles of
blood. Even in its degradation it revolted from the
savage amusements which fascinated the Romans.
And Cleanor had the best feelings of his race in
high development. On the other hand, he reflected
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that if any chance suspicion should arise his pres-
ence might help to disarm it. Above all, his inter-
est in the fate of his little foster-brother was so over-
powering that he felt it impossible to keep away.

The solemnities of the day began with a great pro-
cession in which the inferior deities of the Carthagin-
ian faith were carried to pay their homage, as it was
said, to Baal Hammon their chief. Each had his
own company of priests and temple attendants ;
both the deity and his satellites were decked out for
the occasion with all the splendours which the tem-
ple treasuries—most of them rich with the accumnu-
lation of centuries—could furnish.

First—for it was right that the most dignified
visitor should be the first to arrive—came Melcart,
Hammon’s vicegerent, as he might be called, who
had under his special protection the daughter cities
of the Pheenician race, as he had the great mother-
city of Tyre. The god was not represented by any
human figure, but a great sun, with gilded rays, was
borne under a canopy of rich purple curtains. Next
to Melcart came Tanit or Astarte, symbolized by a
similar image of the moon, but smaller, and with
silverrays ; and after Tanit again, Dagon, the fish-
god, the special protector of the fleets of Carthage,
held in less reverence since the eldest daughter of
Tyre had lost the hereditary supremacy of the seas.
These were the three great dignitaries of the proces-
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sion ; after them followed a crowd of inferior powers
with figures of man or brute, always heavy with
gold or sparkling with gems, but grotesque or even
hideous in shape, for the Phoenician craftsman
made no effort to emulate the grace of his Greek
rival.

Hammon’s temple was thronged, and indeed had
been thronged from the hour of dawn, when its
gates were thrown open, with an excited multitude.
A lane, however, was kept clear in the middle by
two ranks of stalwart guards, native Carthaginians,
all of them splendid in gilded helmets, with nodding
plumes of the African ostrich, and armour of shining
steel, with short purple cloaks over their shoulders.
This lane was left for the approach of the divine
visitors. As the first of these drew near, the great
doors, themselves covered with a scarlet curtain,
that separated the sanctuary from the body of the
temple, were thrown back, and the holy place be-
came visible, to most of those present that day for
the first time in their lives.

In the centre of a semicircular recess at the fur-
ther end, on a throne of gold, approached by twelve
steps, each flanked by the image of a lion, sat the
colossal statue of Hammon. The canopy above it
was formed by the meeting wings of two stooping
figures. The image was made of some black stone,
probably basalt, carved into a rude similitude of the
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human figure, with arms of steel which extended
forwards. In front, so close to the image as to be
partly under the arms, was an opening six feet
wide, from which, now and then, a slender tongue
of coloured flame might be seen to shoot forth.

When the opened doors revealed the image, an
instantaneous silence fell upon the assembled multi-
tude, in striking contrast to the babel of sounds
which had filled the temple a minute before. The
awful moment had come, and the multitude waited
with mingled wonder and terror for what was to
follow.

The silence was first broken by the voice of the
high-priest as he began to chant the litany of sup-
plication. It was heard plainly enough, but few
understood it, for the form had not been changed
from the earliest times, and the language was mostly
obsolete. At certain intervals the voices of the
inferior priests might be heard coming in with the
refrain. The ancient formula ended, the high-priest
added special supplications for the day. Heinvoked
blessings on Carthage, on her armies, her fleets, her
priests, and her people. He cursed her enemies,
Rome first of all, with special mention of the name
of Scipio. The supplications ended, the high-priest
turned to the people, crying, ‘‘Sons of Carthage,
offer with a willing heart, and of your best, to your
Lord and Saviour Hammon!”








‘“THE HIGH PRIEST PLACED THE SACRIFICE ON THE
OUTSTRETCHED ARMS OF THE GoD”
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There was a momentary pause. Then the Shoph-
etim descended from the seats on which they had
been sitting, and, coming forward, cast gold and
spices into the opening. No one imitated, or was
expected to imitate them. They represented the
people, and their gifts symbolized the offering of
the people’s wealth. The more solemn part of the
sacrifice remained to be performed, and this part,
for evident reasons, the priests retained in their
own hands.

The high-priest began again :

‘*O Baal Hammon, we have given thee the most
precious of things without life; now we give thee
flesh of our flesh, and life of our life.”

So saying, he took from the hands of a subordi-
nate priest something—what it was no one could
discern—wrapped in white linen, and placed it on
the outstretched arms of the colossus. The image,
worked by concealed machinery from behind, bowed
its head, and at the same time lowered its arms,
dropping the burden that had been placed upon
them into the chasm underneath. Something be-
tween a roar and a shriek went up from the multi-
tude that filled the temple. There was the joy of
seeing that the great Hammon accepted their offer-
ing; there was the horror—for even the Carthagin-
ians were human—of knowing what the offering
was. The next instant a loud crash of sound came
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from the cymbal-players, who had been stationed
in a recess out of sight of the multitude. Every time
another burden was placed on the arms and dropped
into the chasm there was the same outburst of wild
music.

Cleanor watched the horrible ceremony with in-
tense attention. Now and then he fancied—he had
found a place, it should be said, not far from the
sanctuary—that he saw a movement, and even
heard a cry. But he could not feel certain. He
recognized the priest who handed the first child to
the high-priest, and who placed the others on the
arms of the image, as the man with whom he had
negotiated, and he felt sure that on one occasion he
made a slight gesture, which no one else would
notice, in his direction. It was a great relief when
the horrible rite was finished. As to the fate of
the child he could not immediately satisfy himself.
It would have been imprudent to make any in-
quiries. He had, however, the satisfaction of recelv-
ing, during the course of the next day, a message
from his friend the physician that the boy was safe.
The same comforting intelligence was conveyed to
the mother. She, of course, had to be content with
an occasional sight of her child, and the hope of re-
gaining him at some happier time.
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CHAPTER XVII

MOVE AND COUNTERMOVE

HE great festival of Hammon, with all its lurid
splendours, did not fail to produce something
at least of the effect which the authorities had ex-
pected from it. The flagging zeal of the Carthagin-
ian people regained its old energy; the hope that
their country might yet be saved to them, a hope
almost abandoned during the last few months, began
to revive. Hammon, they thought, must be pro-
pitiated by a piety so devoted, must interfere to
save so dutiful a city.

There was, indeed, need of all the encouragement
that could be had, for the situation of the civil
population of Carthage was precarious in the ex-
treme. The Senate had not neglected to lay up in
the time of peace such provisions for the war that
they knew to be impending as it had been possible
to collect. But the work had had to be done almost
by stealth. Rome had watched with suspicion
anything that looked like preparations for war, and
had remonstrated more than once against the pur-
chase of unnecessary stores.

What was done in this way had to be done with-
out the knowledge of her regularly appointed agents
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and of residents who were secretly in her pay.
Something had been accomplished ; the garrison
had ample supplies ; the houses of the upper class
were, for the most part, well furnished. But the
poor, who had no room for stores in their dwellings,
even if they had the means to purchase them in
advance, were dangerously near to want. It is for
the needs of this class that public provision has to
be made in any city that expects to be besieged,
and it was in respect of this public provision that
the action of the Carthaginian government had been
hampered.

Things had grown rapidly worse since the build-
ing of the walled camp across the isthmus. Noth-
ing could now be brought into the besieged city by
land. The sea was still partly open. The Roman
fleet kept up a blockade, but it was not really effec-
tive. As soon as the wind began to blow from the
sea the war-ships had to stand off from the shore,
and the blockade-runners had their opportunity.
Prices ruled so high in the city that a trader who
contrived to take safely: to its destination one cargo
out of two made a very handsome profit.

All the fishing population of the African coast
for a hundred miles on either side of the besieged
city was busily employed in the traffic. Light ves-
sels drawing but little water were chiefly used, for
they could be safely navigated in places where a
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war-ship would inevitably have grounded. So
rudely and cheaply were they built that the loss, if
they were wrecked, was insignificant. The great
difficulty was the weather; if this continued to be
fine for ten days together, a large part of the be-
sieged population came within an easily measurable
distance of starvation.

Scipio now resolved on making a great counter-
move—he would block up the approach to the har-
bour. He had, in fact, for some time past foreseen
the necessity of taking this step, and had prepared
a vast amount of material for the work, employing
great numbers of the native population in quarrying
stone and cutting timber. So much had been ac-
complished in this way that when the time came for
executing the work little more than the actual con-
struction remained to be done. This was not so
difficult as it had seemed. The harbour mouth
was not very far from the shore occupied by the
Romans.

The first thing was to lay a foundation for the mole
that it was proposed to build. This was done by
sinking huge blocks of roughly hewn stone, chiefly
during moonless nights. During this stage of the
work the besieged took little heed of what was
going on, or, anyhow, took no pains to interrupt or
hinder it. There was a suspicion, and more than a

suspicion, of Scipio’s purpose, but Hasdrubal, him-
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self indolent and incompetent, haughtily refused to
listen to any suggestion from his subordinates.
But even Hasdrubal was roused when the structure
reached the surface of the water. What he saw
was a mole, more than thirty yards broad, stretching
across the mouth of the harbour, and shutting off
every channel available even for the smallest craft.

Hasdrubal now developed, or accepted, a plan
which for a time at least was a virtual check to
Scipio's move. He kept up a brisk discharge of
missiles on the men employed in building the mole.
So sharp and continuous was it that the besiegers
had little attention to give to what was being done
on the opposite side of the harbour. It was a sur-
prise, and a very unwelcome surprise to them, that
no sooner had they stopped up one mouth of the
harbour, than they found that another exit had been
created. The whole population, every man, woman,
and child in the city, that could ply a spade or pick,
wheel a barrow-load or carry a basket of earth,
had been working night and day at excavating an-
other mouth to the harbour.

Nor was this all; a still greater surprise, so great,
indeed, as to be almost overwhelming, remained be-
hind.

One of the conditions of the peace granted to
Carthage after the fatal defeat of Zama‘ had been

1 The battle which brought the Second Punic War to a conclusion in 202 B.c.
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the surrender of all the ships of war but twenty.
In a way this condition had been observed. There
had never been more than twenty ships in commis-
sion at one time; but the old hulks had not always
been destroyed. At first they had been kept to
serve various purposes; latterly, as another war
began to loom in the future, they had been pre-
served with the intention of using them again. A
number of merchant vessels also were furnished
with crews and an armament that was at least
passably effective.

And, marvellous to relate, all this had been done
without the knowledge of the besiegers. There was
a constant flow of deserters from the city, increasing
as time went on and the prospects of Carthage be-
came less and less hopeful. Yet none of them had
any definite information to give. That something
was going on they knew; they had heard for some
time a great sound of hammering—that, indeed,
had been audible in the Roman camp when the
wind blew from the dockyard-—but the restrictions
on admission to the arsenals had been rigidly en-
forced. So there ended the information which they
were able to give.

Nothing, then, could have exceeded the astonish-
ment of the besiegers when a new fleet, the exist-
ence of which no one had suspected, issued from a
harbour mouth which no one had ever seen. A thin
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bank of earth had been kept to the last, so that to
observers from outside, as also to the Roman ships
as they cruised backwards and forwards along the
coast, nothing appeared to have been changed.
When everything else was ready, all the available
labour in Carthage was set to work to clear this
bank away. The task was finished by dawn. At
sunrise the new fleet, magnificently equipped, for
there had been a lavish expenditure on the orna-
ment as well as the armament of the ships, sailed
out of the harbour by its new exit.

Unfortunately for Carthage there was no one to
make the most of the opportunity. A vigorous at-
tack on the Roman fleet—scattered as it was, and
altogether unprepared for action, some of the ships
being under repair, and nearly all of them but half-
manned, their crews being largely employed on
shore—might have been successful, and have even
postponed the fate of Carthage. But it was not to
be. Hasdrubal, self-opinionated and incapable,
paralysed everything and everybody. The fleet pa-
raded for a while along the coast, and had the bar-
ren honour of holding without dispute, for that day
at least, the possession of the sea.

“‘The crews must be exercised first,’’ said Has-
drubal, who was on board what we may call the
flag-ship, to the veteran who directed its navigation ;
‘but in a few days——”
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‘‘There’s no exercise like fighting,” grovded the
old man as he turned away.

And this was the common opinion of Carthage. So
strong and so general was it, and so vigorously ex-
pressed, that Hasdrubal could not afford to disre-
gard it. Word was passed round to the captains
that they must be ready to engage the next day.
In the morning, accordingly, the fleet sailed out
again. Everyone was in high spirits, for it is an
immense relief for those who have been long cooped
up within walls, occupied with the tedious task of
a protracted defence, to renew the more adventurous
and interesting experience of attack. Some victories
were won. One of the Carthaginian ships contrived
to ram two antagonists in rapid succession. This
vessel was a present to the state by one of. the mer-
chant companies, and no expense had been spared
in making it of the strongest build and furnishing
it with an effective crew of free-born, well-paid
rowers. Another captured one of the Roman ships
by boarding. Cleanor was serving in this, and,
owing to the death of one and the disablement of
the other of his superior officers, had the unexpected
honour of leading the boarders. There was a sharp
struggle, but ultimately the Roman crew was over-
powered and compelled to surrender.

On the other hand, there were counterbalancing,
or almost counterbalancing losses, for towards the
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end of the day the Romans had recovered from
their surprise, and more than held their own.

Scipio was everywhere, conspicuous in the scarlet
cloak of the general-in-command. Once as he passed
he was well within a javelin-throw of our hero.
Cleanor, as he doubted whether he ought not to do
his best to rid Carthage of a formidable enemy, fan-
cied that he saw a smile of recognition on his face.
When it grew dark, the struggle was suspended by
mutual consent.

The next morning it was renewed. This time
fortune declared itself unequivocally against Car-
thage. It was not that there was any marked
falling off in the efficiency or courage of the crews.
It was the ships themselves that began to fail.
Many, as has been said, were old hulks patched up
to serve again. Two days of incessant use, with
occasional collisions with friends and enemies, had
not improved them. The seams began to open and
old leaks to show themselves, so that by noon at
least a score were more or less water-logged. Those
that had suffered most, about half the number, fell
into the hands of theenemy. Five other ships were
sunk.

The Roman loss was less than half of this amount.
It was not a crushing defeat, but it was sufficient
to show that Carthage could not hope for deliver-
ance from her fleet. Still, some advantage remained
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to the besieged. It would be impossible to close up
the new mouth of the harbour, so deep was the
water into which it opened. On this side, therefore,
the Roman blockade could never be made complete.
Notwithstanding this gain, the whole result was a
heavy discouragement.

CHAPTER XVIII

HELP FROM THE HILLS

NE day, shortly after the events related in my
last chapter, Cleanor’s somewhat melancholy
musings on the prospects of the future were inter-
rupted by the arrival of his friend Gisco, who had
been absent from his duty for several weeks.

“ You have been wondering, I daresay,’’ said the
Carthaginian, ‘‘what has become of me the last
month or so.”

‘“Yes, indeed,’”’ replied Cleanor; ‘‘I asked the
officers of your battalion about you, but could find
out nothing. However, I noticed once or twice just
a suspicion of hesitation in their answers, and so I
came to the conclusion that there was a secret.”’

‘“Well,”’ said Gisco, ‘‘ there was what you may
call a secret. Anyhow, we thought it best not to
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say anything about the business I had on hand. It
was to be alittle surprise to our friends outside, and
that is not so easy to manage as things are now.
There is very little that goes on in Carthage but is
known the next day in Scipio’s tent. This time,
however, we have managed, I hope, better.’’

“Ts it a secret still?’’ asked Cleanor.

‘‘No, no,”’ said Gisco, ‘everyone may know it
now, and, besides, you are not one of those that a
man has to keep secrets from. But now for my
story. I left Carthage just thirty days ago—it was,
I remember, the day before the new moon. It was
no easy matter, I can tell you, to get away. One of
the Roman sentinels caught sight of me, and I had
‘to take to the lagoon. Happily the water was deep
enough for diving, and I am a good hand at that
business, but when I came up to breathe I was all
but hit by an arrow. However, I got safely to the
place I was bound for. There Bithyas met me—
Bithyas, you remember, was Gulussa’s master of
the horse—with two or three troopers and a spare
horse for me. Our errand was to go to the tribes
that live far up in the country, and gather recruits
fora campaign against Rome. Bithyas, who knows
the whole region and the tribes better than any man
living, was to introduce me, and I was to make
engagements on the part of Carthage. We carried
with usa sort of talisman which Bithyas had got
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hold of, I don’t exactly know how. Anyhow, it
seemed to be respected everywhere, and as soon as
it was produced we never failed to get a hearing, and
we must have gone to not less than fifteen chiefs.”

‘You say a ‘hearing,’’’ Cleanor put in; ‘but
how did you contrive to make yourselves under-
stood ?”’

“Well, in this way. We took new interpreters
when they were wanted. We found that a man
could always make himself understood by the peo-
ple of the next tribe. Sometimes the same man
served for two or three. When he came to the last
place where he could be of use, he picked out some
likely man, and instructed him in what he was to
say. This, afterall, was very simple. It was chiefly
that they were wanted to fight, and that a chief was
to get so many gold pieces, an under-chief so many,
and a common man so many. It does not take
much talking to explain so much. It might almost
be done by signs. Of course, we could not carry
the money about with us, but we made a present to
each of the chiefs, and commonly, when the tribe
was a strong one, to one or more of the sub-chiefs.
Promises, you may be sure, we did not spare.
Even if all goes well, I don’t see how Carthage is
ever to pay her debts.”

‘‘And did you have much success?’’ inquired
Cleanor.
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‘*' Yes, we had,”’ replied Gisco. ‘‘If all the prom-
ises that were made to us are kept, we shall have
a hundred thousand men. But that is, of course,
too much to expect. If three-fourths, or even a
half, let us say, are put into the field, it will bea
very great thing, and with what we can do to help
by a sortie from the city, we ought to give a good
account of the Romans.”’

“*And how soon is this to be?”

‘“Very soon now; the tribes were beginning to
move when we left toreturn. It took us ten days’
hard riding to get back from the last settlement
that we visited. They can’t come as quickly as
that, but they don’t linger on the march. Re-
member that they are all horsemen, though, when
it comes to a battle, some of them dismount.”’

“Well,” said Cleanor, ‘‘you have been into a
new country. Did you see anything strange?
There are marvellous tales told about these regions
and the people who live in them. What has your
experience been ?”’

“Well,” replied Gisco, ‘‘I saw some very curious
things. And as to the things I heard, and heard
too from people who swore that they had seen them
with their own eyes, they pass all belief. I never
saw such trees as there are on the lower slopes of
the hills. You know those tables made of one piece
of wood? Well, they come from that region. I
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saw some that were being sawn off, and others that
were being polished. Then the vines were enor-
mously large. JI came across some with stems as
big as an ordinary-sized column of a temple, and I
heard of others—one never sees things quite as
wonderful as one hears of—that two men could
hardly encompass with theirarms. I saw crocodiles,
just like those one has heard of in the Nile, and I
was told of leeches that were ten feet long—that is
pretty good, but then the ear can take in more than
the eye. In one place that we came to there was a
whole colony of monkeys, just like so many men
and women, mothers nursing their children, and old
ones with white heads, some chattering peaceably
together like friends, and some quarrelling ever so
fiercely. As for lions, there were troops of them.
Hardly a night passed without an alarm, and though
we picketed our horses close to our tents, we had
several carried off at night.’

“And what,’ asked Cleanor, ‘‘do you think of
these people as soldiers ?”

‘‘ Well,” replied Gisco, “‘I can hardly judge.
They are marvellously good horsemen, and have
their animals trained to obey them in a most won-
derful way. Aman may leave his horse standing—
not tethered, you understand—as long as he chooses,
and when he is riding on one, he will have another
following him like a dog. But whether they will
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be able to stand against the Romans is another
matter. If it were not for their numbers, I should
not expect much. But with four or five to one
they must do something; let them only go on
charging and they must break the line af last.’

As Gisco had predicted, the native forces did not
linger on the march. They had none of the im-
pedimenta of an army, carrying only their arms and
their food—of this last but a few days’ supply—
and. they were all mounted. On the third day after
the conversation related above their advanced guard
could be seen on the summit of the hills which
formed the sky-line to the south. It had been ar-
ranged that they should make their way to the rock-
fortress of Nepheris, now almost the only place,
some remote spots in the hills excepted, which Car-
thage still possessed outside its own city walls.
Nepheris was held by a strong garrison of mer-
cenaries, under the command of a skilful soldier,
Diogenes by name. Scipio had never been able to
spare a sufficient force to invest it, but it had been
masked by a considerable body of troops under the
command of King Gulussa, strengthened by a small
Roman contingent under the leadership of C.
Lelius.!. This force was to be attacked by the na-

1 Lelius was as close a friend to the Younger as his father had been to the
Elder Scipio. The two were born in the same year (B.C. 185), as were also
the elder pair of friends (B.c. 234). It should be remembered that the
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tive army, while Diogenes with his mercenaries
was to make a sally from the fortress. . Another
sally, timed as nearly as possible for the same
moment, was to be made from the city. Everyone,
besiegers as well as besieged, recognized the fact
that the critical moment had come. If this effort
succeeded, the fate of Carthage would be postponed
almost indefinitely ; if it failed, the capture of the
city could be only a question of time. If it did not
yield to force, it would certainly succumb to fam-
ine. . ;

Hasdrubal himself was roused by the gravity of
the situation from his usual self-indulgence and
lethargy. He was not wholly without the feelings
of a patriot and a soldier, and in this supreme effort
of his country he did his best to rise to the occasion.
The chief object of his energies was the formation of
what may be called a Sacred Phalanx. It was to
consist entirely of native Carthaginians, a class of
troops seldom used except in cases of grave neces-
sity. These were to be chosen by a method which
Hasdrubal borrowed from the practice of Rome.
He began by selecting a hundred men of tried cour-
age. Hach of the hundred chose nine comrades ;

Younger Scipio was nephew by marriage, though grandson by adoption to
the Elder. He was the younger son of Almilius Paulus, whose sister was
married to the Hilder Scipio, and he was adopted by his sister’s son, who had
no children of his own.
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and each of these nine, again, chose nine more.
The result was a hundred companies, numbering
each a hundred men, all bound together by the spe-
cial obligation of a common tie. The legion was
splendidly equipped with richly gilded armour, and
arms of the very finest quality. Each company had
its own badge.

It was a fine force, but it was all that the citizen
population of Carthage could do to raise it. Indeed,
so reduced were the numbers on the roll of military
effectives that some recruits had to be enfranchised
in order that they might be enrolled in the legion.
Cleanor, not a little to his surprise, found himsclf
attached to Hasdrubal’s own staff. The general,
indeed, said a few gracious words to the young man
when he reported himself. If there had been any
difference between them, said Hasdrubal, it might
now be forgotten. A chance such as might never
be repeated had occurred of saving Carthage. The
city would not be ungrateful to those who used this
occasion energetically.

Cleanor could not banish his recollections of the
past, and the suspicions which persistently followed
them ; but his pride was naturally flattered, and he
hoped for the best.
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CHAPTER XIx

THE BATTLE ON THE ISTHMUS

HE Sacred Phalanx, as described in the last
chapter, was undoubtedly a formidable body
of men, one that, rightly handled, might win a
battle. The difficulty was to bring its force to bear.
There were, in fact, only two ways of doing this.
One was to break through the lines of investment
which had been drawn across the isthmus; the
other was to transport the troops on shipboard to
some place from which they might operate. Both
methods were risky and doubtful, but both offered
some hope of success.

The lines of investment had been hastily made,
contained some weak places, and were not ade-
quately guarded throughout their length. It was
possible that they might be carried at one point or
another by a determined attack. Of the plan of
transport by sea it could only be said that it was not
impossible. The new harbour-mouth had, as has
been said, this advantage over the old, that it
opened into deep water, where the blockading ships
could find no anchorage. But if in bad weather it
became impossible for the Roman fleet to watch the
exit, it was also impossible, or, to say the least,
highly dangerous, for any ship to venture out.
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Hasdrubal determined to try both methods. He
divided the phalanx into three parts. Two of these
three were to assault the investing lines at widely
distant points; the third was to try the adventure
of transport by sea. This was by far the most risky
undertaking. If the division succeeded in reaching
the spot at which it aimed, there still remained the
problem of getting back. Asa matter of fact, there
would be no getting back, except in the event of
victory.

For this enterprise, therefore, volunteers were
called. The volunteering, however, was by com-
panies. It would have been against the principles
on which the phalanx was constituted for any one
soldier to leave the comrades to whom he was
bound, either by their choice or by his own. But
about the volunteering there was no difficulty.
Twenty companies only were wanted, for more
could not be safely accommodated in the trans-
ports, but double the number could easily have
been obtained. The force was put under the com-
mand of an officer who had a high reputation for
dashing courage, another of the numerous Hasdru-
bals, who, it might almost be said, swarmed in
Carthage. Cleanor was commissioned to act as his
aide-de-camp.

Of the attack on the lines of investment little
need be said. It was not wholly a failure, but it
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was certainly not a success. Stubborn as was the
resistance offered by the Romans, the assailants
broke through the lines at several points. At one
time as many as seven or eight companies found
themselves on the further side of the intrenchment,
with somewhat diminished numbers, indeed, but
still substantially intact. Yet, for the most part,
the line was still held by the besiegers. If the ob-
ject of the Carthaginians had been to cut their way
through the blockading force, it was accomplished.
At various points the way out of Carthage lay
open, and it would have been possible for at least a
large portion of the force to escape.

But much more than this was wanted, nothing
less, in fact, than that the investment should practi-
cally cease to exist, that the besieged should be
free to go and to return as they pleased. Nothing
like this had been achieved. Those who, after a
fierce struggle, had forced their way through to the
open country, would have to struggle not less
fiercely to force their way back. Hasdrubal could
not afford to run the risk. The loss of such a force
meant ruin to Carthage, which no longer possessed
its old powers of recovery. He reluctantly ordered
the signal of recall to be sounded, and the troops
still more reluctantly obeyed.

The division to which Cleanor was attached fared

better, so far, at least, as to reach the field of battle.
14
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It was exceptionally fortunate in both embarking
and landing without hindrance.
had been blowing for some days, and the blockad-
ing squadron had been compelled to leave the har-
bour mouth unwatched. Then came a sudden
change of weather, and the troops, who had been
bivouacking for two days on the chance of some
such opportunity occurring, were hurried on ship-
board, and had actually reached their destination
before the Roman ships had put to sea again.

The march to the place of meeting was effected
without molestation, and a junction was made with
the native allies. Diogenes, too, did not fail to
perform his part in the concerted plan, arriving ex-
actly at the right moment with a picked force of a
thousand mercenaries. But the hope that some-
thing towards the relief of Carthage might be
effected by this combination of forces was entirely
disappointed. The native allies made one charge,
but only one. Twenty thousand horsemen came
down the incline, at the foot of which the Roman
army was drawn up, at a gallop, their white bur-
nooses streaming behind them, and their spear-
points flashing in the sun.

Cleanor always said that it was the most mag-
nificent spectacle that he ever saw. Some of King
Gulussa’s squadrons were swept away by the im-
petuous rush of a multitude which outnumbered
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them many times. But the line of the Roman
Jegions—there were three of them on the field, for
Scipio had brought all his available force into
action—did not waver for an instant. A few of the
boldest riders hurled themselves on the Roman
pikes. But not so much asa single gap was made
in the ranks. Almost in a moment the huge array
—like some great animal which exhausts its
strength and spirit in one struggle —broke into
hopeless confusion. Then the Roman cavalry, with
the reserved squadrons of Numidian horse, charged
the helpless mass.

The slaughter that followed was terrible. It was
said that seventy thousand mountaineers were left
dead on the battle-field. That is impossible. Many
of the tribesmen fled as soon as they saw that the
day was not to be theirs, and these must have se-
cured such a start as to make their escape easy.
But the victorious cavalry went on slaying till their
arms were weary.

The safety of the mercenaries and the third divis-
ion of the phalanx was now seriously compromised.
They had, fortunately, effected a junction before
the battle began, and it was of course a necessity
that they should keep together. So much was cer-
tain, but it was not equally certain what was the
best course for them to follow. The Carthaginians
were anxious to return, if return was in any way
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possible, to the city. Their families, their friends,
everything in fact that they held dear was there;
it was only too probable that unless they got back
at once they would never see the city or them
again. The mercenaries, on the other hand, were
bent on returning to the fortress of Nepheris, from
which they had sallied forth. The fortress was
near, so near that the legions could not bar their
way, though the light-armed troops and the cavalry
might molest them on the march.

A hurried council of war was held; there was no
time for discussion. Each officer—there were seven
of rank to vote—gave his decision without reasons.
Considerations of safety, which were overwhelm-
ingly strong in favour of a retreat on the fortress of
Nepheris, carried the day. Five voted for this
course, and a sixth, who had originally declared for
cutting their way through to Carthage, changed his
mind when he saw himself in a small minority.

Only Hasdrubal was left in opposition. ‘‘Iswore
to defend Carthage, not Nepheris!’’ he exclaimed.
Then, with an unconscious imitation of the obstinate
Spartan at Plata, he took a huge stone from the
ground and threw it down in front of him, saying,
‘*T give my vote for remaining.” !

1“ At Platea Pausanias commanded the Spartans to change their position.
All the captains but one were ready to obey, but Amompharetus refused to
move. ‘I will not fly,’ he said, ‘before the strangers, nor bring disgrace
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Cleanor’s private opinion was that his chief’s
obstinacy was nothing else than madness, but he
could not leave the general to whose person he had
been attached.

If Hasdrubal had thought that his opposition
would determine the action of his colleagues he was
mistaken. Without a word—and indeed there was
no time for argument—they moved off in the direc-
tion of the fortress. Hasdrubal was brought to his
senses by this decisive action, just as the Spartan
had been before him. Nor could he mistake the
meaning of the agitation that at once showed itself
among his men. It was not difficult to see that he
would soon be left almost alone.

Accordingly he gave the signal to march. Some
time, however, had been lost, and a number of light-
armed troops from the Roman army were within a
short distance of the retreating force. It became
necessary, if their attacks were to be checked, for
the rear ranks to face about. There was little or no
actual fighting. The pursuers fell back as soon as

upon Sparta.’ After a while the Athenians sent a horseman to learn why
the Spartans did not change their place as had been agreed upon. When the
man came up the dispute was waxing hot, and Amompharetus took up with
both hands a huge stone, and put it at the feet of the general, saying: ‘With
this pebble (psephos) I give my vote not to fly from the strangers.’ At last
the general gave the signal for retreat, expecting that Amompharetus and
his men would not like to be left behind. And so indeed it turned out, for,
when he saw the rest of the army in motion, he also left his place and fol-
lowed them.”—Herod. ix. 58-55.
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the retreating division showed them a firm front.
Their object was to cause as much delay as possible ;
the Carthaginians, on the other hand, had to solve
the problem of making these necessary halts inter-
fere as little as possible with the rapidity of their
retreat. In this they were greatly helped by their
high discipline and what may be called their per-
fect coherence, and they had actually got almost
within a bow-shot of the rock-fortress when they
had to turn, as they hoped, for the last time.

There was now some really sharp fighting. The
pursuers had been reinforced by a detachment of
picked troops from the main body, men chosen for
the speed with which they could move under a
heavy equipment ofarmour and arms. The Cartha-
ginians fell slowly back before them, keeping an
unbroken line, and encouraged by the thought that
if they could get within range of the walls they
would be in comparative safety.

Nor was this hope disappointed. The Romans,
indeed, pressed on, for the walls were to all appear-
ance deserted, but this appearance concealed a care-
fully concerted surprise. Hundreds of archers and
slingers were crouching behind the battlements, and
there were scores of catapults, with their range
carefully adjusted, ready to discharge volleys of
stones and javelins. Ata given signal, fire, if the
expression may be allowed, was opened with over-
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whelming effect. The Roman line absolutely stag-
gered under the blow. At the same time the gates
were thrown open, and before the enemy could re-
cover, the whole of the retreating force was safe
within the walls.

But when, an hour or so afterwards, the roll was
called, Cleanor was among the missing.

CHAPTER XX
TREACHERY

HE young Greek had had a narrow escape with
his life. Two wounds—one on the head,
producing a severe concussion of the brain; the
other on the thigh, causing an almost fatal loss of
blood—had well-nigh finished his career. For
nearly forty-eight hours he remained in a state of
complete unconsciousness ; then the brain slowly
began to resume its functions. But the weakness
of extreme exhaustion still continued. He lay for
days dimly conscious of his existence, but content
to accept his surroundings, to swallow the food and
drink which were offered him, and to sleep without
asking any questions.
Then a certain curiosity began to awake in him.
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The place in which he found himself was unfamiliar,
and he lazily wondered where he was. The voices
about him were strange— his sight was still too
weak to distinguish faces—and the speech which
they used was strange. His first attempt to move
was followed by a feeling of absolute helplessness ;
his first effort at speech produced a sound so far-
away that he hardly recognized his own voice.

It was on the morning of the seventh day, after
an unusually long and refreshing sleep, that he felt
equal to the task of realizing where he was. The
physician, who luckily happened to be paying him
his morning visit, at once recognized the improve-
ment in his patient.

“Hush!” he said, when the young man at-
tempted to speak. ‘‘Be quiet till you have had
some food. You are better, I see, but you want
some refreshment. Then you may ask questions,
and listen to what is told you, but only for as long
as I allow.”’ ;

He clapped his hands, and an attendant entered
the room, carrying a cup of broth which had been
fortified with a cordial. Cleanor, who was still so
helpless that he had to be fed like an infant, swal-
lowed it with an excellent appetite, and was sorry
when the last spoonful had been administered.

“Good!” said the man of science; ‘‘we have
positively brought a little red into your cheeks.
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You shall have another allowance when that has
run itself out three times;’’? and he turned, as he
spoke, a water-clock which stood on a table by the
bedside. ‘‘ Meanwhile, you can receive a friend
who has been waiting for some days to renew his
acquaintance with you.”

He nodded to the attendant, and the man pushed
aside the curtain which hung over the entrance to
the tent. The next moment the expected visitor
appeared. Cleanor recognized in him the young
officer, kinsman to Scipio, whose life he had saved
in the attack on the Megara.

“The gods be thanked,” said the young Roman,
“that I see you yourself again!”

“That IT am myself I must believe,’ replied
Cleanor, ‘‘but of everything else I feel doubtful.
Tell me what has happened.”

Scipio looked to the physician with a tacit in-
quiry whether the subject was permitted.

“Speak on; it will worry him more, now that he
has begun to think, to be left in ignorance.”

‘“To begin, then,” said Scipio, ‘‘when did you
see me last ?”’

‘Now I come to think of it, a dim remembrance
of your face is about the last thing I can recall.
But between that and the present there is a gulf of
forgetfulness.”

And no wonder; if you hadn’t had a head of
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adamant that same gulf would have swallowed you
up for good. Well, do you remember anything
about a battle?”

‘Yes, yes ; the things begin to come back ‘to me;
you were on a bay horse. Iremember thinking
what a skeleton it was.”

‘*No wonder ; these African pastures are terribly
bare.”

‘*And now Iremember that I thought of some-
thing else. It was those verses in Homer, the
verses that Diomed says to Glaucus when they meet
on the battle-field, and find that they are old family
friends.” 1

The young Roman laughed aloud. ‘Now, this
is curious,” hecried. ‘‘ Weare bound to be friends,
if thinking the same things be a mark of friendship.
I remember that the very same thought about
Glaucus and Diomed occurred to me. You have
not forgotten everything, it is clear.’

‘‘Come, my dear sir,” interposed the physician,
“you must not let him talk so much. Tell him
your story, and then leave him to get a little rest.”

“Well,” said Scipio, ‘‘ what I have to say is very
soon told. You will remember the discharge from

1“ Ben in the turmoil of battle each other’s spears will we shun:
1 shall find many a Trojan, and allies many an one
To slay, whom my feet shall o’ertake, or a god deliver to me;
And for thee be Achaians enow, to smite as thy strength shall be.”


‘“T SAW YOU STOOP AND LIFT YOUR COMPANION FROM
THE GROUND”
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the walls of the fort that checked our advance. It
was admirably calculated ; but, of course, when the
fighting was so close as it was at the time, and the
front ranks of the two armies were actually mixed
together, it could not damage us without doing
some harm to you. I saw two or three of your men
struck down, manifestly, from the way in which
they fell, by some missile from the walls. One of
them I noticed particularly, because he was close to
you. There could be no mistake, for there was a
clear space round you. Our men had fallen back,
and yours were making the best of their way to the
gates. You two were rather behind the rest. I
saw you stoop as if to lift your companion from the
ground. You were looking towards us, for I par-
ticularly remember that I saw your face. You
raised the man from the ground, but then your foot
seemed to slip, and you fell forwards. Then you
raised the man again. Several of us were watching
you, and I have heard from them since that their
recollections agree exactly with mine. And of this,
too, Lam quite certain, there was not a hand raised
against you from our side of the field of battle.
Well, we all saw you rise again with the man in
your arms. You got him over your shoulder, for
that, of course, was the easiest way of carrying him,
but you still had your face looking our way. And
before you turned you were struck by a


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‘Before I turned?” interrupted the sick man,
who had been listening with rapt attention to the
narrative. ‘‘ Before I turned, you say; you are
sure that I was struck by my friends behind me?”

‘“As sure,’’ replied Scipio, ‘‘as that I am sitting
here and speaking to you at this moment.”

“Go on, then.”

‘Before you turned you were struck from behind.
The first blow was on the back of your leg. I saw
you put your hand to the place. And you had
hardly done that when you were felled to the ground
by a second blow. That was on your head. We
guessed as much from the way you fell; and when
we came to examine you afterwards, we found it to
be as [have said. Your good physician here will
tell you the particulars.”

“Yes,” said the leech, ‘“‘I will at the proper
time. But for the present my patient has heard
enough. Indeed, unless Iam very much mistaken,
he has heard too much.”’

“Whether it is enough or too much,”’ said Clea-
nor, ‘“‘I must hear it all. It would be ten times
worse to be left in this suspense. I can only judge
from what you say that I must have been struck
from behind, that is, by my own friends. But that
treachery I can’t believe. What do you say, sir,”
he went on, looking to the physician; ‘‘can you
throw any light on the matter?”’
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‘‘Be calm, be calm, my friend,”’ said the physi-
cian. ‘* You will undo all the good that we have
been doing you for the last ten days. Here let me
feel your pulse. . . . It is just as I thought,”
he went on, ‘‘a regular bounding pulse. I would
have given anything for you to have had such a
pulse when I first took you in hand. But now it
means fever, and fever means I don’t Know what.”’

‘Still, I must have the whole story now,” per-
sisted Cleanor. ‘‘Do you think I can sleep with
this doubt regarding my friends hanging over me?”’

“Well, a wilful man will have his way, but,
mind, I wash my hands of the whole business. I
am not responsible for what may happen. And it
promised to be such a beautiful cure, too!”’

“Tor heaven’s sake, goon! Tell me how I came
to be wounded !”’ cried the patient, with an empha-
sis of which no one would have thoug i him capa-
ble half an hour before.

“Well,” replied the physician, ‘‘I will tell you
what I know, but it is under protest. You see
this’’—he produced from his pocket a leaden bul-
let of the kind commonly used in slings—‘‘T ex-
tracted this from the wound on your hip. A nasty
wound it was, and had caused a terrible loss of
blood. You see that mark? It is not a Roman
mark, certainly. Do you recognize it? Unless I
am very much mistaken, it is the Carthaginian
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letter that answers to what we Greeks call alpha.
What do you say ?”’

“*You are right,’ said Cleanor. ‘‘I have myself
given them out to the slingers from the stores.
Yes, it is a Carthaginian bullet.”

“Then there is another thing,” the physician
went on. ‘‘When they were stripping you to put
you into bed, this stone that I hold in my hand fell
out of a fold in your clothes. There were some
fragments of hair upon it, and I recognized the hair
as yours. See, they are here still;’’ and he pro-
duced a small piece of papyrus in which they were
wrapped. ‘‘ Now, where did that bit of stone come
from? It has got, if you look closely at it, a little
mortar on one side. At some time it has been built
into a wall. You don’t find such things lying
about on the open plain. No; that bit of stone
came from somewhere inside Nepheris. I have got
some ten or twelve other pieces of stone very like
it, that were picked up near the place by a boy
whom I sent to search the next day. They are
much of a size, and, I should say, though I don’t
profess to know much abont such things, that they
came from a catapult. Nothing else could have
sent them so far. Now I have told you all I
know.”

‘*Many thanks, sir,” said the Greek in a low
voice. ‘‘I am convinced that there has been
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treachery ; indeed you leave no room for doubt.
But I could almost wish,’’ he added with a melan-
choly smile, ‘‘I could almost wish that you had
been less skilful, and my friends here less affection-
ate. Ihardly feel as grateful to you asI ought to.
be. It is a grievous thing fora man to feel that he
has been wounded in the house of his friends.”

‘Come, come,’ said the kindly physician, ‘‘it
may have been only an accident or a mistake
after all! However, you have had excitement
enough, and more than enough, for the day. Take
this, and it will send you to sleep ;”” and producing
a small phial of poppy-juice from his wallet he
poured a potent dose into a cup of wine, and gave
it to his patient.

“Thanks, doctor,’? murmured Cleanor, but add-
ed in a whisper, ‘‘ Yes, sleep, but if only there
could be no waking!” |
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CHAPTER XXI

POLYBIUS

LEANOR’S wish for the sleep from which there

is no waking was only too genuine. He felt

almost heart-broken at the treatment which he had

received. He had thrown himself into the cause of

Carthage with a single-minded energy which had

never been permitted to flag, and these wounds
were his reward !

True, he had a pretty clear notion of the quarter
from which this treacherous enmity had proceeded.
He felt sure that Hasdrubal had never forgiven
him. That his vanity had been humbled and his
cruelty baffled were offences that would be sure to
rankle in the mind of such aman. But what could
be said for a people which was content to be ruled
by a Hasdrubal? The young Greek felt that he
had lost his country, so to speak, a second time.
His native town had perished, and now the city of
his adoption, Carthage, which he had been eager to
serve with life and death, had cruelly repudiated
him.

The first result of these thoughts was an absolute
loss of all interest in life. He did not wish to re-
cover, and for a time it seemed most likely that
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what he did not wish would not be. The physician
found that all the ground which had been gained was
lost, and for some days he despaired of his patient’s
life. There was no active disease; that would have
given his art something definite to combat. But
there was a total indifference to everything, which
offered an inert, and, as it seemed, unconquerable
resistance to all his efforts.

Still, at twenty there is an almost physical desire
for life which triumphs over the deepest sorrows
and the most acute disappointments. Had Cleanor
been master of his own actions he might have com-
mitted suicide. As it was, lying helpless in the
hands of his physician and his friends, he had to
submit to being kept alive. His appetite returned
by degrees, though he was almost ashamed of being
hungry. As his strength grew, and the blood began
to course more briskly through his veins, he found
interests revive which he had thought to be extin-
guished, interests to which he seemed to have bid-
den farewell. And so the process of recovery went
on.

The young Scipio did his best to help it forward.
He had often reproached himself with haste and
want of discretion in prematurely revealing to his
friend and preserver the revolting truth of the
treachery of which he had been the object. He

now exerted himself to repair the mischief. His
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attendance by the sick-bed was unceasing. He was
always ready to talk, to read aloud, or to play a
game of draughts or soldiers, as the strength of the
patient permitted.

And all was done with so genuine an affection
that it could not fail to win its way to the heart of
the patient. More than once the young man’s great
kinsman, the Commander himself, spared an hour
from his innumerable occupations to pay a visit to
the sick man’s tent. Cleanor felt again, in even
increased force, what had impressed him at his first.
meeting, the inexplicable charm of Scipio’s per-
sonality.

Under these circumstances Cleanov’s health im-
proved, at first almost in spite of himself, for he
could hardly be said to have had any wish for life,
and then with greater rapidity, as time weakened
the painful impressions of the past and strength-
ened new interests and hopes. In the early days
of his illness his host, for he occupied the private
tent of the younger Scipio, had been granted a fur-
lough from his military duties, for the express pur-
pose of attending on his guest. Though renewed
more than once, this had to come to an end.

But Cleanor never lacked company, and that of
the most interesting kind. It will be remembered
that on the occasion of his visiting the Roman
camp in the capacity of interpreter to the officer
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negotiating an exchange of prisoners, he had made
the acquaintance of the historian Polybius. This
acquaintance he was now able to improve. Polyb-
ius, as a non-combatant, had plenty of time to
bestow on the invalid, in whom he found an intel-
ligent listener and even critic. It became his con-
stant custom to bring what he had written on the
previous day, read it aloud to the invalid, and in-
vite his criticism on it.

‘‘T want above all things,’’ Polybius said, ‘‘to be
both candid and clear. Tell me if I seem to write
like a partisan, or if I am obscure. What you do
not readily understand will certainly be unintelli-
gible to nine readers out of ten.”

The reading was commonly followed by a con-
versation, in which a great variety of subjects were
touched upon, and in which Cleanor found a quite
inexhaustible interest. Polybius, who was now
past middle age,! had seen about as much of men
and manners as any man of his time. He had
held high military office in his native country, com-
manding the cavalry of the Achezan League, the
last effort of Greece to hold her place in the world
of politics. He had never seen, it so happened,
any active service of importance, but in the knowl-
edge of the theory of war he was unsurpassed by

1He was probably born about the year 204 B.¢., and so would now (147
B.C.) be in his fifty-eighth year.
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any man of his time. He had indeed made a very
important contribution to the military art by
greatly improving the practice of signalling. If
there was anything that raised the old soldier’s
vanity it was this. He could not boast of any vic-
tories, and he belonged to a nation which had ceased
to be a factor of importance in the politics of the
world, but the credit of this invention gave him, he
believed, a rank among the great soldiers of his-
tory. It was, he told Cleanor, the proudest mo-
ment of his life when he saw his system used, and
used with success, by the great Scipio himself.

1 T have not ventured to interrupt my narrative with an account of the in-
vention as it was described by Polybius in more than one conversation, but
I will give it here for the benefit of such readers as may be interested in the
subject. The plan which Polybius seems to have found in use was a very
curious one, and, it is evident, far from being effective. The two bodies of
men which would have to communicate by signal were provided with two
vessels of exactly the same diameter and depth, and with outlets for the
water of exactly the same size. Divisions were marked on them, and each
division was appropriated to some common contingency in military affairs,
as for instance, ‘‘Cavalry has arrived,” ‘‘ Cavalry is wanted,” ‘‘ Food is
short,” etc. The party desirous to communicate showed a torch. The
other replied in the same way to indicate that they were attending. An-
other torch was shown by the first party. This meant that the water had
been set flowing. The other replied in the same way, and set the water
flowing in their vessel. When the desired point had been reached a third
signal was shown. As soon as this signal was seen, the other side observed
how far the water in their vessel had sunk. The defect was that only a few
out of the innumerable contingencies of war could be thus communicated.
The system perfected by Polybiuns was much more effective. The alphabet
was divided into five groups of five letters each. The party wishing to com-
municate, which I will in future speak of as No. 1, called the attention of
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But nothing in Polybius’ conversation was more
interesting than what he had to say about his ex-
periences during his seventeen years of exile in
Italy. Along with many hundreds of his country-
men—with all, it might almost be said, who were in
any way distinguished or able—he had been de-
ported to Italy. But he had been more fortunate
than most of his companions. While they were
distributed among the towns of Northern Italy,
where they dragged out a miserable existence, with-
out books or society, and often with but the scant-
iest means, he had been permitted to live in Rome.
He had won the friendship of Aimilius Paulus, the
great conqueror of Macedonia, and he and his two
sons interested themselves in him. The society into
- which he was thus introduced was the most brill-
the other (No. 2.) by raising two torches, and this signal was acknowledged
in the same way. No. 1 then showed one, two, three, four, or five torches
on the left to indicate which group he was about to use, and then one, two,
threo, four, or five on the right to indicate the letter in the group. An ob-
serving-glass with two tubes was necessary for No. 2 to enable him to distin-
guish between right and left. I will give an example, taking it, for conven-

ience, from our own alphabet. ‘‘Cavalry wanted” is the message which
No. 1 desires to send. The groups of letters would be—

l.abede 2 fghij. 3B kimno 4 pqrst 5 uvwery.

z might be neglected, as practically of no use. (In the Greek alphabet of
24 letters the fifth group would be one letter short. This, of course, would
not matter. )

Cis shown by 1 left and 3 on right; a by Land 1; » by 5 and 2; 7 by 3
and2; rby4and 3; y by 5 and 5.

And similarly with ‘‘ wanted.”
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iant which Rome possessed, and Polybius was
never weary of talking about it. Cleanor, who, ike
his countrymen in general, had been accustomed to
regard the Romans as little better than barbarians,
was astonished at his enthusiasm.

‘““We haven’t any society in Greece,”’ (Bale nies
would say, ‘‘that can be fairly matched with them.
They are on a larger scale, more strongly built, so
to speak. They are not so acute, perhaps, as some
of our people, but far more solid and strong.”’

‘*But they have no literature, I am told,’’ inter-
rupted Cleanor.

‘‘That is hardly so,’ replied Polybius; ‘‘ they
have the beginnings of what will be, Iam sure, a
great literature. At present they do little more
than translate from us. But their translations are
better than any originals we can now produce. I
used to be present at the first readings of the com-
edies of their great writer, Terence. They were
taken, it is true, from Menander and Diphilus and
other Greeks, but the taking was done with the
greatest art, and the language was admirable. You
may take it for granted that with a language so
finished as Latin now is, a real literature is sure to
come before long. And it was curious, too, to sec
what admirable judges of style these young nobles
were. It wasn’t true, though it was commonly re-
ported, that Scipio and his friend Lelius wrote
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Terence’s plays for him, but I can bear witness of
my own knowledge that they helped him greatly
with them. You see, he was not a Roman born, and
it is not everyone that can write Roman Latin, any
more than everyone can write Attic Greek. And
there is another thing which we cannot match: the
culture of the women in the best families. Among us
itis very seldom that a respectable woman can do
more than read and write; very often she cannot
do as much as that. It is very different in Rome—
not, of course, everywhere, for there are some who
stick obstinately to the old ways, but in the circle
of which I am talking. Leelius—he, you know, is
Scipio's great friend—whose acquaintance you will
soon make, has a daughter whose learning would
put many of our students to shame. She was a girl
not far into her teens when I used to see her—they
do not shut up their women in our fashion—and
she could speak Greek with the very finest accent,
and they said just the same of her Latin; of that,
of course, I could hardiy judge so well.”

“Did you ever see the old man Cato?” asked
Cleanor. ‘‘I have often heard talk of him. He
must have been a worthy of a very different
stamp.”

‘“Yes, yes, I knew him well,” replied Polybius,
‘Cand have excellent reasons for remembering him.
As you say, he was of a very different stamp, and
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belonged to quite another age. He was of a time
when scarcely a Roman had ever set his foot out-
side Italy, or even imagined that anything good
could come from beyond the seas. Yet it was
strange how the new spirit had succeeded in touch-
ing even him in his old age. Do you know that I
had the honour of having him for a pupil? He
must have been close upon eighty years of age
when he found that it put him at a disadvantage
not to know what other men knew, and he actually
took to learning Greek. He had long been able to
speak it ina way, but he took to reading it, and I
had the pleasure of being his teacher. I used to
stay at his country house, for it was only there that
he had leisure for his lessons. It was a curious
experience. He used to entertain his neighbours,
the country-side folk, farmers and the like, in the
friendliest fashion. They were fine, sturdy folk,
and I soon understood, when I saw them, how
Rome seems likely to conquer the world. And
what heads they had! The wine-cup didn’t halt in
its rounds, I can tell you, and if I hadn’t missed
my turn as often as I could, the end would have
been disaster. As for the old man, he never
shirked But there was a very harsh side to his

1So Horace in his Ode, ‘‘ Ad Amphoram”’ (To the Wine Jar) :

“Cato’s virtue, as we know,
Caught from thee a warmer glow.”
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character. Nothing could be harder than his deal-
ings with his slaves. They were mere beasts of
burden to him, not one whit of more account than
his horses and oxen—not indeed of so much, see-
ing that they gave more trouble. He gave them
just as much food as would Keep them alive, nota
morsel more. When they grew too old for work,
he turned them out of doors to starve. However,
he behaved very well to me, and if I gave him any
help, he repaid me many fold. He was won over,
somehow, to take the part of the exiles, Of course
Scipio and his friends had a great deal to do with
it, but I always thought that he had also a kind-
ness for me. I was in the senate-house when the
question came on—should the Greek exiles be
allowed to go home? There was a hot debate, and
a close division was expected. The old man rose to
speak quite at the end of the sitting. I must say
that what he said was not flattering, but it was cer-
tainly effective. ‘Are we going to waste any more
time about these trumpery Greeks? If we don’t
settle the matter to-day we shall have the whole
discussion over again.’ Then he sat down. The
senators laughed; and the motion was carried
easily. I went to thank him the next day. He
was very friendly, and I took courage to say that
if we were allowed to go back, we might also be
restored to our rank and honours. He smiled very
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grimly. ‘Friend,’ he said, ‘when a man is lucky
enough to get out of the Cyclops’ cave, I take it
that he would be a fool to go back after his hat or
his cloak.’ I took the hint, and was off before
two days had passed. But before I went, he sent
a message that he wanted to see me. He was then
at his country house, and he was busy making
some alterations in a book that he had written
about agriculture. He was dictating, and a slave,
a wretched Greek, who looked, as he probably was,
half-starved, was writing down. ‘I bought him
at Magnesia,’! he said, ‘for £20, and an excellent
bargain it was, but he is getting past his work now.’
I saw the poor fellow flush up, but Cato cared no
more for his feelings than if he had been a dog.
‘But now for what I wanted to say to you. I
don’t suppose that I shall see the end of Carthage,
though it will not be for want of urging my
countrymen to bring it about.? But you probably
will, for it can hardly be postponed for another ten
years. Well, there is one thing in Carthage that I

1 The great victory of the Romans over Antiochus the Great at Magnesia
was in 190 B.c. Polybius is speaking of the year 151.

2 Cato was accustomed, whatever the business before the Senate might
be, to add to his opinion on the matter in hand, ‘‘I also think that Carthage
ought to be destroyed.” One of the Scipios, who favoured a more liberal
policy, or perhaps thought that Rome.would be better if she had a not tco

powerful rival, used to add in the same way, ‘I think that Carthage ought
still to exist.”
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have always wished to see, and that is, Mago’s
work on agriculture. I have never been able to get
anything like a complete copy of it. Only two or
three of the books—there are twenty-eight in all—
have come into my hands, and I have found them
quite admirable, and have made all the use of them
that I could for my own treatise. What I wanted
to say to you was to bear this matter in mind
if you should chance to be at hand when the
end comes. Books often fare very badly at such
times. What, indeed, does the common soldier
know about their value? But, depend upon it,
this one will be worth a whole ship-load of gold
and silver. Keep your eyes open, then, and warn
all whom you know to be on the look-out for.
Mago’s book.’ That was the last time I saw him.
He lived two years longer, and died happy, I
suppose, because war had been declared against
Carthage.”
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CHAPTER XXII

A PLEASURE TRIP

HE year drew to its close with a period of inac-
tion on both sides. The Carthaginians, great-
ly disheartened by the defeat of the native tribes,
made no further attempt to assume the offensive.
They still held Fort Nipheris, the Romans not be-
ing able to spare enough men to invest it. The be-
siegers, on the other hand, were content to let
things alone for the present. Time was on their
side. They added daily to the strength of their
siege works, and their troops, most of them at their
first landing raw recruits, were now becoming well-
seasoned soldiers. A few days before the end of
the year Scipio left for Rome in order to be present
at the elections. Nothing was done during his
absence, but it was understood that on his return
active operations would be commenced without
delay.

On the day after the departure of the commander-
in-chief, Cleanor received a visit from his physi-
cian. Latterly these visits had been rare and brief,
not going beyond a few questions and a short gos-
sip on the news of the camp. Now, however, the
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patient was subjected to a close examination.
When this was completed, the physician shook his
head.

‘* My young friend,”’ he said, ‘“‘ you are not mak-
ing quite the progress I had hoped and expected to
see. The pulse is weak, I find. You have head-
aches, you tell me, now and then, and little appe-
tite. This last is not a good sign. A young man
like you, when he is really getting well, ought to be
as hungry asa wolf. On the whole, I think you
would be the better for a change, and we must con-
sider how it can be managed.”’

At this point of the conversation Polybius en-
tered the tent. ‘‘Iam not satisfied,’ said the phy-
sician, addressing the new-comer. ‘‘I don’t find
my young patient making as good a recovery as I
had hoped, and I have been suggesting a change.
These are excellent quarters, and every care is
taken, I know, of our friend, but a camp is nota
good place for a complete recovery. Somehow the
presence of a number of men seems to make the air
somewhat stale.’’

“‘Tam particularly glad to see you,” said Polyb-
ius, ‘for this is exactly the business about which
Ihave come. Scipio, who thinks of everybody, and
forgets nothing, was talking to me about Cleanor
here the day before yesterday, and the very last
thing he said to me yesterday when I bade him
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good-by on board his galley was, ‘Don’t forget
the invalid.’ He left the matter, as a whole, to my
discretion, but his idea was a short trip to Egypt.
I was to ask your opinion, and if that was favour-
able, I was to arrange the details. Scipio will be
away for nearly or quite a month, for there are
many things to settle in Rome, and of course noth-
ing of importance will be done during his absence.
That gives us plenty of time. What do you say,
doctor?”

“Nothing could be better,’ replied the physi-
cian. ‘We will say a month. That won’t give
you much time on shore. But I don’t care about
that. In fact it is the sea voyage that I count
upon for putting our young friend right. Still,
there is plenty to see in Alexandria, even if you
can’t get any further.’’!

“That is exactly what I expected to hear,”
said Polybius. ‘‘In fact, I so much took it for
granted that I have given orders for a galley to
be ready this evening. So if you don’t object, Cle-
anor, we will start at once. There is a nice west-
erly breeze blowing, which we ought not to lose.”

Cleanor had no objection to make. He was, on

1A ship of war, with a first-rate crew of rowers, making a very long day,
say of fifteen hours, could travel 150 miles. From Carthage to Alexandria,
by sea, is about 1,100 miles. We must allow aot less than ten days each
way.
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the contrary, much pleased with the idea. He had
certainly been feeling somewhat languid, and the
time was beginning to hang heavy on his hands.
Besides, what could be more delightful than to see
Alexandria ?

A start accordingly was made at sunset. Every-
thing favoured the voyagers. The wind never
veered from the west, and though towards evening
it commonly lulled, it never ceased ; during the
day it always blew briskly, but never was so strong
as to cause inconvenience. In consequence the gal-
ley’s voyage was almost a record, for she reached
the quay in what was called the Eunostos, or Haven
of Happy Return, in nine days. The travellers paid
the customary visit of thanksgiving for a safe voy-
age to the Temple of Poseidon, and dropped a half
stater! apiece into the chest for offerings. This
done, they presented a letter of introduction, with
which Scipio had furnished them, to the official
who represented Rome in Alexandria, were received
by him with effusion, and pressed to accept his hos-
pitality, but preferred the independence of lodg-
ings of their own.

Their first visit was, of course, to the great Li-
brary. This had not at that time reached the enor-
mous proportions which it attained about a century
later, when it received, in addition to its own

1A gold piece equal to twelve shillings.
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wealth, the vast collections of Pergamum,! but the
volumes on its shelves already numbered more than
a quarter of a million. The two friends could have
spent months, had months been at their disposal,
in this wilderness of learning. It was not only the
multitude of its treasures that astonished them, it
was the extraordinary value of many of the partic-
ular volumes. Here the student was permitted to
inspect, under due safeguards, of course, the actual
autographs of some of the most famous authors of
the world. One of the Ptolemies, ironically called
the Well-doer, had fraudulently possessed himself
of the originals of Zischylus, Sophocles, and Eurip-
ides, presenting the Athenian people which owned
them with copies and a money compensation. His
successors had followed the same unscrupulous
policy. Indeed, no valuable manuscript that once
found its way into Alexandria was ever permitted
to leave it.

Adjoining the Library was the Museum, with its
theatre or great lecture-hall, its smaller lecture-

1The Attali of Pergamum, and the Ptolemies of Alexandria, were rivals
in amassing literary treasures. The house of the Attali became extinct in
133 B.c., and soon afterwards their kingdom became a Roman province.
Their library remained at Pergamum till Antony presented it to Cleopatra.
The word ‘' parchment” (pergamena) remains as a reminder of its existence
Skins, of course, had long been used for writing purposes, but the manufact-
ure was greatly improved under the patronage of the kings of Pergamum.
The jealousy of the Ptolemies forbade, it is said, the export of paper (pap:i-
rus) from Alexandria, and parchment had to be used as a substitute.
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rooms, its dining-hall, and collegiate buildings, clois-
ters, gardens and park. The two friends wandered
from room to room, where all comers were welcome
—the munificent endowments of learning rendered
all fees unnecessary—and listened to discourses on
all the subjects of knowledge under the sun.

There did not happen to be any commanding or
famous personality among the professors of the
time, but there was plenty of learning and abun-
dance of rhetoric, if not of eloquence. A successor
of Aristarchus discoursed on the criticism of Ho-
mer, denouncing, for such happened to be the
subject of the day, the pernicious heresy of the
Chorizontes, the critics who maintained a diverse
authorship of the Iliad and the Odyssey. The
chair of Euclid was occupied by a geometrician
who had made some additions to the science of trig-
onometry. In the lecture-room devoted to astron-
omy they had the good fortune to hear a really
distinguished man of science, Hipparchus of Bithy-
nia, who had been invited by the authorities of the
Museum to give a course of lectures. He had chosen
for his subject his own great discovery of the pre-
cession of the equinoxes, made, as he explained, by
a comparison of his own observations with those of
earlier astronomers.!

1The backward movement of the equinoctial points along the elliptic.

A constellation which Hesiod describes as rising sixty days after the spring
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As they left the room they were invited by an at-
tendant, who observed that they were strangers, to
read an inscription written in letters of gold over
the principal door. It was the epigram of Apollo-
nius of Rhodes on the reception of the Hair of
Berenice among the Constellations. Polybius was
recognized by one of the professors, who had been
glad to leave the thankless politics of Greece for a
quiet competence in this abode of learning, and was
invited by the professor to take dinner in the great
banqueting-hall. Cleanor was, of course, included
in the invitation. The intervening time was spent
pleasantly enough in inspecting the garden, in which
the collection of tropical plants, afterwards so
famous, had been already begun, and in examining,
what was then a sight peculiar to Alexandria, a
menagerie.

Both Polybius and his friend were inclined to
think that all time not spent in the Library or the
lecture-room was more or less wasted. Still, there
were sights which it was impossible for a visitor to
Alexandria to neglect. Such was the mausoleum
of the Ptolemies, with the coffin of gold in which
reposed the remains of the great Alexander; the
observatory ; the palace of justice ; and the market,
thronged with the commerce of the whole of the

equinox, now rises one hundred days after. The equinox, therefore, has re-
ceded by a.space equivalent to forty days.
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civilized world. There were hours, too, when the
Library was shut, and these were spent in a way
both amusing and instructive. The two wandered
through the different regions of the great city, the
streets inhabited by the Jews, with squalid exteri-
ors, often concealing palaces fit for kings, and the
native quarter, crowded with figures and faces that
might have belonged to long-dead subjects of the
Pharaohs. Not less interesting than the city were
the docks and quays. Egypt was already one of
the great granaries of the world. Loading the wheat
ships was an employment that provided thousands
of labourers with sustenance, and at this time,
thanks to the war, which had thrown out of culti-
vation the fertile territory of Carthage, the trade
was particularly brisk.

Anyhow, the time did not hang heavily on the
visitors’ hands, and Cleanor could hardly believe
that ten days had passed when Polybius introduced
the subject of departure. There was a certain hes-
itation in the old man’s manner, and Cleanor, who
had all the quick observation and alert intelligence
of his race, did not fail to perceive it.

“This is a delightful place, Cleanor,’’ he -said,
‘‘and I hope to see it again. Indeed, there are
books in the Library which I must go through care-
fully before I give my magnum opus to the world.
But that must be for the future. Now I have no
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choice but to go. We must not allow less than
twelve days for the return voyage, though, if this
wind holds, we shall not take so long.’

‘**Yes,’’ replied Cleanor, ‘‘I am ready to start at
any time.”

Polybius hesitated a second before he spoke.
‘** Well,” he said, ‘‘I don’t think that there is any
necessity for your coming with me. It is a pity
that you should not see something more of Egypt
now you are here. And then there is the question
of health. It would be a thousand pities that you
should have anything like a relapse. As for me, I
must go. Next month, or, at furthest, the month
after, is likely to see one of the greatest events in
the history of the West, and it would be folly in
me, who pretend to be an historian, if, having the
chance of seeing it with my own eyes, I should fail
to be present.”’

Cleanor saw in a moment that the whole thing
had been planned, and that his companion was
speaking by instruction. But he thought it prudent
to conceal his knowledge.

‘“Yes,”’ he said, ‘‘I understand; but I think that
I would sooner go back with you.”

This was put out asa feeler, and it did not fail
in its object.

‘*T think it must be as I said,’ replied Polybius,
with some hesitation. ‘‘To tell you the truth, it
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was Scipio’s wish that you should remain here, and
Ishould not like to go against his wish. The master
of legions,” he added, with a smile, ‘‘must have his
own way.”’

‘‘Exactly so,’ said the young man, ‘‘and I have
no wish to oppose him.”’

‘Good,’’ replied Polybius, with evident relief, ‘‘I
was sure that you would be reasonable, so sure, in
fact, that I have made arrangements for you to start
to-morrow ona journey up the Nile. All expenses
have been paid, and you will have nothing to do
but enjoy the most wonderful sight in the world.
There need be no hurry. Take your time and see
everything at your leisure. The chance may never
come again. The boat and its crew have been hired
for three months. When you return you shall find,
all being well, a letter with instructions awaiting
you here.”’

““ Well,’ said Cleanor, ‘I can’t help being sorry
that you are not coming with me, but the plan is
a most debgnitel one. Youcould not have devised
anything better.’

The young man’s real thoughts were quite of
another kind, though he concealed them with an
adroitness which would have done credit to a vete-
ran diplomatist. The fact was that he had been
haunted for some time past by anxieties with which
was mingled a certain feeling of self-reproach.
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They had scarcely presented themselves, or had
been readily banished, during the period of his
weakness and forced inaction. But when health
was fully restored, and he again felt himself capable
of action, he could no longer ignore them.

What had happened, what was likely to happen,
to his foster-mother and her daughter? To Theox-
ena he was bound by one of the most natural and
tender of ties. To let her perish, or suffer a fate
worse than death, would be a shameful failure of
duty, only less disgraceful than if she had been his
mother indeed. And her daughter—? He had
scarcely thought of the girl at the time, so engross-
ing had been the anxieties of the moment. But her
image had been impressed deeply on his memory,
and even on his heart. He seemed to see her still,
as she told, with all the simplicity of a child, the
pitiful story of her kidnapped brother. The large
pathetic eyes, brimmed with tears, haunted him
night and day.

And there came with the thought the memory of
another face, his sister in blood, lost to him forever.
Was Fate about to deal him another blow even
worse than the first? Cleoné was dead. Was the
time coming when the best thing that he could wish
for Daphne would be that she should be dead also ?
And was he to be sight-seeing on the Nile, curiously
speculating on the history of long-past generations,

4,
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while this awful tragedy of the present was work-
ing itself out at Carthage? The thought was mad-
dening. ‘‘No!”’ he said to himself, ‘‘I may not
be able to do anything to help, but at least. I will
not be taking my pleasure while they are suffering
torture or death!”’

It was, however, necessary to dissimulate. It
was plain that Scipio was determined to have him
out of the way when Carthage fell. Nor could any-
thing, he acknowledged to himself, be more reason-
able or more kind. Though he could not be sup-
posed to feel any sense of duty to a state from
which he had received such treatment, still he might
well wish not to witness its final catastrophe. Of
his private feelings the Roman general could have
no knowledge.

His only course was to appear to acquiesce in the
plan. Scipio must undoubtedly have provided for
the contingency of his resistance. Polybius, he re-
membered, had introduced the subject with a cer-
tain hesitation, as if an objection was not impossible.
He was now,.Cleanor trusted, off his guard.
prompt consent might have seemed suspicious. As
it was, he reflected with satisfaction, he had shown
exactly the right kind of reluctance. He had ex-
pressed regret at losing his friend’s company, with-
out giving a hint of any personal unwillingness to
accept the plan.
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That evening Polybius started on his return
voyage. Cleanor was with him to the last moment,
talking with an admirably simulated gayety and
interest of the pleasure which lay before him in
exploring the Egypt of the Pharaohs.

CHAPTER XXIII

DIPLOMACY

HE Nile boat which had been engaged for
Cleanor was lying at one of the quays which
bordered a considerable part of the eastern or city
shore of Lake Mareotis. Thearrangement had been
that it should start early in the morning of the day
following the departure of Polybius. But the young
man purposely delayed his appearance till late in
the day, and the captain and crew, who had plenty
of private affairs to occupy them for as long as their
employers chose to stay, made no complaint.

It wanted but two or three hours to sunset
when Cleanor at last presented himself. The cap-
tain explained that they would not have time that
day to go further than the mouth of the canal which
connected the lake with the river Nile. This was
false. They had plenty of light to make the pas-
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sage of the canal itself. But the passenger assented
with an unquestioning alacrity which inspired the
old rogue who owned the boat with the liveliest
expectations of a lazy and prosperous voyage.
Both were, in fact, equally satisfied. The captain
wanted to do as little as possible, and also contem-
plated a final carouse at the Canal Tavern, a house
famous for its wines. The passenger, who had
made up his mind to leave the boat at the earliest
opportunity, was glad not to be taken any further
distance from the city than could be helped.

As soon as they halted for the night he summoned
the old captain and had an explanation with him.
He began by asking in an indifferent tone the names
of the chief cities which they were to pass. The
captain of course had his lesson by heart, and an-
swered with a long list of places, adding, as he
mentioned each name, the chief sights for which it
was famous. '

‘‘And do you particularly wish to see all these
places again ?”’ asked the Greek with a smile.

The old man stared at him. ‘‘It is my business,
my lord,’’? he answered ; ‘‘a poor trade, it is true,
but it was my father’s before me, and his father’s
too, and so on for I don’t know how many genera-
tions. Idon’t know why I have stuck to it, for the
pay is poor, but sol have. It is our way, I sup-
pose, in Egypt.”
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“The pay is poor, you say,” said the Greek ;
““but it would be better if you didn’t go this voy-
age, and had the pay all the same.”’

“‘My lord is laughing at his servant,”’ said the
captain, staring again with eyes more wide open
than ever.

‘Not at all; the fact is that I have no more wish
to see these places than you have.”

The captain went on staring. ‘‘ Then why—??’
he began.

‘*My friends settled the matter for me; but I
would sooner stay where I am.”’

“‘T understand,”’ said the captain, closing one
eye entirely, and diminishing the other to its nat-
ural size. ‘‘I understand. You have a friend, a
young friend, I daresay, and you don’t think that
this is a good time for a long voyage.”’

Cleanor saw that the captain had his own ideas
of what was keeping him in Alexandria, and did
not care to disabuse him. After all, he reflected,
he was not quite wrong. He nodded.

“You are right, my lord. These cities and tem-
ples and tombs up the river are very fine, but they
will be just as fine ten, twenty, thirty years hence.
You can’t say that of youth. It passes, my lord,
it passes, and you must enjoy it while you can.
But what am I to say? Ihave been paid to take
you up to Phil, and, if you wish it, as faras the

’
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Second Cataract. I signed the agreement before a
notary. He knows all about it; other people know
it. What am Ito say when they find me loitering
about here and your lordship not to be seen? You
will hardly believe it, but there are positively peo-
ple so wicked that they will say I murdered you to
get the money without making the journey.”

Cleanor did believe that there were such people,
and thought to himself that the captain did not
look altogether like a man to whom such things
were impossible.

‘**Oh,”’ said he, ‘I will set that all right. TI will
sign a paper before the chief of the village, or any-
one else that will serve, to say that I was compelled
by urgent private business, which kept me in Alex-
andria, to give up my proposed voyage. You will
be able to show that to anyone who may be curi-
ous enough to inquire.”

And this was actually done. The village head-
man was called on for his services, and witnessed a
declaration on the part of Cleanor that he released
the captain of the Sphinx from his contract to carry
him to Phile and the Second Cataract, and that he
claimed no compensation or return of the money or
of any part of it for the non-fulfilment of the con-
ditions. This done, he made the captain and crew
a present of a gold piece, and saw with satisfaction
that they departed to expend it at the Canal Tav-
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ern. Shortly afterwards Cleanor hired a small row-
ing-boat, and before long found himself again in
Alexandria.

As to his general plan of operations he was quite
clear. There was only one plan of getting into Car-
thage. It was full of risk, but still it was practi-
cable. A brisk trade was being carried on from
Alexandria in blockade-running. Corn had long
been at famine prices in the besieged city. What
was worth an ounce of silver on an Alexandrian
quay could be sold for at least half an ounce of
gold in the markets of Carthage. If only one ship-
load out of three succeeded in escaping the Roman
galleys a magnificent profit was realized. The
average of those ships that ran the blockade was
not smaller ; it was probably higher. The new har-
bour-mouth gave, as has been explained, a better
chance.

Cleanor, then, was resolved to make his venture
in a blockade-running corn-ship. The question was,
what disguise should he use? Fortune had done
something for him. The wound in his thigh had
given hima limp. During his illness a slight beard
and a fairly thick moustache had grown. These
things meant a considerable change. More was ef-
fected by a brown dye which gave him the complex-
ion of an Arab. The character that he thought it
best to assume was that of pedlar. He provided
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himself with suitable clothing and a pack, which.
last, however, he left for the present unfilled.

As Egypt was in alliance with Rome the traders
that followed the business of blockade-running had
to affect a certain disguise. The cargoes were con-
signed to dealers in Italian ports and the ships
themselves actually shaped their course for Italy,
and kept on it as long as possible, so as to minimize
to the utmost the chances of capture. The event of
a passenger offering himself was rare, for the des-
tination of this class of corn-ships was an open
secret. If, however, one chanced to come, the cap-
tain could hardly refuse a passage. If he was ex-
ceptionally honest he might put difficulties in the
way ; commonly he left the stranger to find out his
mistake, taking the precaution of having the pas-
sage-money paid in advance.

Cleanor, who had put up for the night at a little
tavern close to the water-side, picked up a little in-
formation from the talk which was going on round
him. Improving his acquaintance with a sailor,
who seemed the most respectable of the somewhat
miscellaneous company at the tavern, he learnt a
good deal more. Finally his new friend offered to
introduce him to the captain of the Sea-mew, a
blockade-runner which was intending to sail the
following day.

‘* Dioscorides,’’said the sailor, ‘isan honest man .
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in his way. He would have taken your passage-
money for Rhegium, it is true, and made no scruple
about carrying you to Carthage. That, you might
say, is scarcely fair. But then you are quite safe
with him. He won’t cut your throat and throw
you overboard for the sake of your pack. That’s
what I call honesty in a sea-captain. If you want
to find a finer article, you will hardly get it on this
side of the Pillars of Hercules. We will go on
board at the last moment, and I will give him a
hint that it is all straight.”

The object of going on board so late was to show
that the person proposing himself as a passenger
had no idea of lodging an information against the
ship with the agent of the Roman Republic.

On the following day, accordingly, this pro-
gramme was carried out. The Sea-mew was taking
on board the water wanted for the voyage, a part of
the preparations naturally left to the last, when
Cleanor and his friend reached the quay. A griz-
zled veteran, whose face was tanned by the suns
and winds of some fifty years of voyaging, was re-
ceiving his last instructions from a keen-looking
man, whose pale and unhealthy-looking skin spoke
of long confinement to the desk and the counting-
house. The conference over, Cleanor was intro-
duced.

‘““My young friend here,’’ said the sailor, ‘is
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going the same way as you are. Cleanor, this is
Dioscorides, the captain of the Sea-mew. You
could not sail with a better man; and you,” he
went on, turning to the captain, ‘‘will find him an
agreeable and accommodating passenger.’ The
word ‘‘accommodating’’ was emphasized by a wink.

‘*Good !”’ said the captain ; ‘‘ come and see your
quarters. That is the last water-cask, and now we
are off.”

He led the way as he spoke to the gang-way that
connected the quay-side with the deck. In five
minutes more the Sea-mew was on her way west-
ward.

A little after noon, the Sea-mew being now fairly
started and making good way with a strong breeze
that was almost dead aft, the captain invited his
passenger to come below. The cabin was not spa-
cious—for the vessel, though carrying cargo, was
built for speed, her owners having had in view the
more risky kinds of trade—but it was well fur-
nished, and the meal that was spread on the table
was almost sumptuous. The captain did not fail to
observe his passenger’s look of surprise.

‘*In this business,’’ he said, ‘‘a mina or two this
way or that does not make much odds. It is no
use to save when you are going either to make your
fortune or be drowned, or, it may be, hanged.”’

‘*Possibly,’’ replied Cleanor; ‘‘but a passenger
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is not in the same case. I am afraid that such
fare will not suit my modest means.”

“Don’t trouble yourself on that score,’ returned
the captain. ‘‘Suppose we say fifty drachmas for
your passage-money, and ten more as a present to
the crew, if the voyage turns out to your liking.”

‘Tam afraid that you will not gain much by me
on these.terms,’’ said Cleanor as he produced the
money, which he had carefully made up out of a
variety of coins. He thought it safer to avoid any
appearance of wealth.

The voyage which followed was prosperous in
the extreme. A west wind, with just a touch of
south in it, carried the Sea-mew towards Italy,
which, as has been said, was nominally her desti-
nation, with a quite surprising regularity of speed.
She seldom made more than six miles in the hour,
but she did this day and night with little variation,
and without a single drawback. Her course lay
just within view of the African shore till Cyrene
was sighted. Then the captain struck a bolder
course, nor did they come again within sight of
land till a little object showed itself in the northern
horizon which was speedily identified as Malta.
Not long after they spoke a coral-fisher’s boat,
from which they learnt that a Roman squadron,
with the commander-in-chief on board, had passed
a couple of days before.
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“Tf that is so,’’ said the captain, ‘‘I shall steer
straight for Carthage. We are likely to have a
clear course. Itis scarcely likely that the Roman
cruisers will be prowling about for prizes in the
wake of their own squadron.”’

As they sat together at their supper, the only
officer who messed with them having gone on deck
to superintend the setting of another sail, the cap-
tain said to Cleanor :

‘*Don’t suppose that I want to intrude on your
private affairs, and if my questions are inconven-
jent, or you have any reason whatever for declining
to say anything more about yourself, don’t hesitate
to tell me. I sha’n’t be offended or think the worse
of you for it. On the other hand, I may be able to
help you or give you a hint. Now, to be quite
frank, I can’t make you out. You wish to pass as
a pedlar—excuse my plainness of speech. Now,
you are no more a pedlar than Iam; not so much,
indeed, for you have never, I should say, either
bought or sold anything in your life. You talk
like a gentleman. I could not do it myself, but I
know the real thing when I hear it. Now, what
does it mean ?”’

Cleanor had been long prepared for some such
question as this. When he adopted his disguise
he had vaguely counted on being one among a

crowd of passengers, and able to keep himself as
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much in the background as he pleased. In sucha
situation he might have sustained his character
with fair success. But it was a very different thing
to sit ¢éte-d-téte for a fortnight together with a
shrewd man of business, who had been accustomed
to mix with all sorts and conditions of passengers.
Cleanor had felt from the first that it would be use-
less to maintain the pretence, and he was prepared
to abandon it if he should be challenged. But he
was not prepared to tell his true story. He had
devised what he could not help thinking a very
plausible substitute for it.

‘*You are quite right, my good friend,’’ he said,
“T am not apedlar. Still, I hope to do a good
stroke of business in Carthage.”’

‘*Business!’’ said the captain, opening his eyes
wide. ‘‘I fancy this is a poor time for business
there.”’

‘‘Ror buying, doubtless—I suppose they have to
keep all their money for food—but not for selling.
That is what Lam after. I have had a commission
from someone whose name I must not mention to
buy books.”

‘*Books!”’ repeated the old sailor in unfeigned
astonishment; ‘‘who in the world wants to buy
books?”

“Well,” said Cleanor, ‘there are people who
have the taste. There are some very valuable
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things of the kind in Carthage, taken, most of.
them, from Greek cities in Sicily. My employer
thought it a good opportunity for picking up some
bargains, and he has made it worth my while to go.
You see, books are not like gold and jewels. Most
people don’t see anything in them. You yourself,
though you have seen a good deal of the world,
could not understand anyone buying them. Iam
not likely, you see, to be interfered with.”

The sailor shrugged his shoulders.

““Well,’’ he said, ‘‘ everyone to his taste. How-
ever, now I understand how it is that you don’t
talk like other pedlars. Good luck go with you!”

The captain was right in supposing that the sea
would be clear in the wake of the Roman squadron.
He now matured a very bold design, which wanted
for its successful accomplishment only one element
of good fortune, an absolutely favourable wind.
The Sea-mew was one of the fastest sailers in the
Mediterranean, and with her own wind, which was
a point or so off aft, could do what she liked even
with a well-manned ship of war. The captain’s
plan was to hang closely, but just out of range, on
the skirts of the Roman squadron as they neared
their destination. This he could do without diffi-
culty. Twenty galleys presented a larger object to
him than he to them, and he reckoned, with a con-
fidence that was not misplaced, that they would
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not keep a very careful look-out aft. Ifa solitary
sail was to heave in sight for a moment it would
probably attract no attention.

What was wanted was the right wind, and this,
to his great joy, he got just when it was wanted.
The breeze, which for some hours had been due
north, shifted to w.n.w. The weather thickened a
little, and to make the lucky combination complete,
the voyage came to an end a little after nightfall.
The Sea-mew, which for some hours had been
keeping, under shelter of the failing light, within
two miles of the Roman squadron, now came up
close to the rearward galley. In the preoccupation
of the time she was practically unobserved. The
Sea-mew was built almost on war-ship lines, and
was flying Roman colours. No one certainly sup-
posed for a moment that she was an Alexandrian
blockade-runner.

Two hours afterwards she was safe in the harbour
of Carthage, and the captain—he was owner as well
as master—had realized a handsome fortune. He
had shipped one hundred and fifty tons of wheat
and as much barley at Alexandria, the wheat at
one mina and a half’ per ton, and the barley for

1A mina and a half are equivalent to £5, 5s., eight minas, therefore, to
£28, and 5 to £17, 10s. ‘This allows, reckoning the weight of wheat at 64
lbs. per bushel, a buying price of 3s. 3d. (about) per bushel, and a selling
price of 1%s. for the wheat, and Is. 714 d. buying, and 11s. selling, for the
barley. The highest price paid for wheat in England during this century
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half as much, and he now sold the wheat for eight
and the barley for five minas per ton. The crew
had a fourth of the gross profits divided between
them, but enough was left to enable the captain to
give up this very perilous kind of business for good
and all.

“Tf I tempt the gods again after this I deserve
to be crucified,’’ he said to his chief officer, and he
kept his word.

CHAPTER XXIV

IN SORE NEED

LEANOR succeeded in landing without attract-
ing, as far as he knew, any observation. He

lent a hand to the disembarking of the cargo of the
Sea-mew, and after going to and fro between the
ship and the warehouse some half-dozen times,
quietly slipped away. It was now far on towards

has been 14s. 3d. (1812), and the lowest 2s. 3d, (1895). I will not trouble
my readers with the figures for the barley. Commonly it was much cheaper
in proportion to wheat than it is now. (So in Rev. vi. 6, we have ‘A meas-
ure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny eB,
penny being the Roman denarius, or 9}¢d.). We may calculate the gross
profit of the voyage at £6,660 (nearly), taking the mina as equal to £3, 10s.
83/d., or £5,222 for the captain’s share. The sum entitling a Roman citizen
to equestrian rank was £4,000,
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midnight. The rest of the night he spent in a shed.
This gave him shelter; of food he had been careful
to provide as large a supply as he could conven-
jently carry. He foresaw an immediate use for it.

Rising—it cannot be said waking, as he scarcely
slept during the whole night—as soon as the earliest
light of dawn made its way into his resting-place,
he made his way out of the enclosure which sur-
' rounded the docks by an exit which he had observed
during his sojourn in the city, and had noted for
possible use in the future. He was still fortunate
enough not to be seen.

This done, he soon made his way to the street
where he remembered the house of his foster-mother,
Theoxena, to besituated. It was still early morning,
and but very few persons were about, these being
almost entirely women, who were fetching water
from the public fountain at the end of the street.
He was not long in recognizing among these his
foster-mother, and it went to his heart to see how
pale and wasted she looked, and how slowly and
painfully she moved under the slight burden of the
pitcher which she carried upon her shoulder.

He was careful not to betray himself by look or
movement, for he was anxious to know whether his
disguise was successful. If her eyes, sharpened by
a love that was almost as strong as a mother’s, did
not discover him, he felt that he was safe, and on
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this not only his own life but the power to help
others depended. He passed her slowly, exagger-
ating a little the limp caused by his lameness. She
looked at him twice, the second time, he thought,
with a momentary awakening of interest, which,
however, died away almost as soon as it appeared.

And now chance gave him a fully convincing
proof of how completely she had failed to recognize
him. At the very moment of his passing she made
a slight stumble, her feebleness probably causing
her to drag her feet. The pitcher shook upon her
shoulder, and was in imminent danger of falling.
Cleanor caught it with his hand, and steadied it till
she had recovered herself. She looked at him with
a little smile of thanks, murmured a few words of
acknowledgment of his help, and passed on, in what
was evidently complete ignorance of his identity.
- This was proof enough for Cleanor. Looking
round and hastily satisfying himself that there was
no one near, he murmured ‘‘ Theoxena.”’ She started
and looked at him, but still without recognition, for
his voice was disguised. The art of doing this was
an accomplishment in which he was almost perfect ;
and, indeed, the most elaborate dressing up of feat-
ures and figure is of but little avail without the dis-
guised voice.

“What, mother Theoxena,”’ he added in his nat-
ural tones, ‘‘don’t you know your son ?”’
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In a moment her face beamed with delighted rec-
ognition. Pressing his finger on his lips to enjoin
silence, he stepped up to her door, which, happily,
was close at hand. Had it taken her more than two
or three steps to reach it she must have fallen in the
street. As it was, he had almost to lift her across
the threshold, and to put her in one of the two chairs
which formed part of the very scanty furniture of
the room. Seeing that she wanted help he ventured
to call out the name of Daphne.

In afew seconds the girl appeared. She was dress-
ing, and had been about to bind up her hair when
she was startled by the sudden call. Her locks—cut
short, the reader will remember, to furnish the string
of a bow—had grown enough to fall over her shoul-
- ders, and were even more luxuriant and brilliant than
ever. But her face was a piteous contrast to their
splendour—so pale, so wasted, so worn with suffer-
ing was it. The eyes, which had haunted the young
man’s memory, looked larger than before, so shrunk
were her cheeks, and their look was pathetic beyond
expression. She seemed scarcely to observe the pres-
ence of a stranger, but flew to her mother’s side and
busied herself with the task of restoring her to con-
sciousness.

When Theoxena began to revive, Cleanor put a
few drops of a strong cordial wine which he carried
in a flask between her lips, and had the pleasure of
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seeing a faint tinge of colour show itself in her
cheeks. In a few minutes more she was sufficiently
recovered to sit up. Cleanor would not permit her
to talk.

‘‘Not a word,’ he said; ‘‘you are not strong
enough yet. You must be satisfied for the present
with seeing me alive and well. The rest we can
postpone. Do you think she could eat something ?”’
he went on, turning to the girl.

Poor Daphne’s eyes filled with tears. ‘‘We have
nothing in the house, sir,’ she said. ‘‘We hada
little crust of rye-bread at noon yesterday, but she
said that she was not hungry, and made me eat
nearly all of it.”

Cleanor was horrified. He had expected to find
them in great want, but this actual starvation was
worse than he had looked for. He glanced hastily
round the room. He had already noticed that it was
very bare. He now saw that it had been stripped of
almost everything. Daphne observed his look, and
explained.

‘¢We have had to sell nearly all the furniture for
food, and oh, sir, they give so little for the things!
I know that money is very scarce, and the dealers
are quite besieged with people who want to sell
their furniture and clothes, but I can’t help think-
ing that they cheat me because I am a girl and can-
not help myself. Six days ago I sold mother’s bed
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for eight drachmas—I remember her telling me that
it cost thirty—and the eight were only enough to
buy two rye-loaves and two anchovies. Poor mother
does find it so hard to eat the bread alone. These
lasted us till yesterday. We should have had noth-
ing but for the old man who lives next door. He
had a grandson who used to play with our little
Cephalus. The dear little boy died about a month
ago, and the old man always will make us have
what he calls the child’s portion. It has been get-
ting to be very small lately, for the old man’s pen-
sion is not large, and money buys less and less every
day. But Idon’t know what we should have done
without it.”

‘* Well,” said Cleanor, ‘‘ you will have me to help
you now. I suppose, by the way, you remember
who lam?”

‘Yes, sir,’ replied the girl; ‘it was you that
were so kind to us about Cephalus.”’

“You ought to have remembered, then, to call
me not ‘sir’ but brother; or, better still, Cleanor.
But now about food. This will be better than noth-
ing for the present.”’

He produced from the pack which he carried some
twice-baked bread, something like what we call bis-
cuit, and some strips of dried goat’s flesh. It was
pitiful to see how the girl tried to hide the eager
look which would come into her eyes at the sight


‘“CLEANOR PRODUCED FROM THE PACK WHICH HE CARRIED
SOME TWICE-BAKED BREAD”
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of the food. The elder woman had almost ceased to
care for life, but youth protests against suffering
and will make its voice heard.

The meal was not abundant. Cleanor’s prudence
restricted the supply, because he feared the reaction
after a long period of starvation. When it was fin-
ished he said, ‘‘ Now, let us see what is to be done.’

‘““We heard you were dead,’’? began Theoxena—
‘killed, too, so they said, by our own people. The
gods be thanked a thousand times that it isn’t
true!”

‘Well,’ said Cleanor, ‘“‘that is past and done
with. We won’t talk about what other people have
done or tried to do. Here I am alive, and hoping
to keep alive in spite of them, and I have come to
see what I can do for you.”

“But what do you mean?” cried the woman.
‘““Where have you been? Where do you come
from ?”’

“Well,” replied Cleanor, ‘‘I came from Egypt
last of all, and before that I was in the Roman
camp, where I found, I am bound to say, very kind
friends.”’

‘But have you really come back into this doomed
city—for doomed it certainly is—when you were
actually safe and among friends outside ?”’

‘Yes, I have, if you must know. And what else
could Ido? You don’t suppose I was going to leave
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you to perish here while I was safe and comfortable
outside ?”’

“But why? What claim——?”’

‘Do you ask me what claim? You are my
mother, Daphne here is my sister. I have friends,
and kind friends, too, but you are all the home I
have. So that is disposed of. I have come back to
get you safe out of Carthage, and we must consider
how that is to be done. But before I say anything
more, how about the little boy ?”’

‘¢T have never seen him, but I have heard several
times—the last time was only four days ago—that
he is well. Oh! how can I thank you enough ?”’

“We'll talk about thanks another time, dear
mother,” said Cleanor, with a smile. ‘‘We must
think about the present.”

““T hear,’”’ said Theoxena, ‘‘that everyone is to
move into the Upper City. Hasdrubal thinks that
there is no chance of defending the rest. I would as
soon—I would sooner stop here and die. But you
see it is not only dying that one has to fear. That
would be easy enough. We must go; yet where
shall we find a corner to hide ourselves in, or a
crust of bread to eat?”

‘* Leave all that to me,”’ said Cleanor. ‘‘ If it can
be done, I will do it; and I think,’’ he added, after
a moment’s pause, ‘‘I think that I see a way.”

As he spoke there flashed through his mind the
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thought that he might find help where he had found
it before. If the physician who had served him in
the matter of the little Cephalus were still alive, no
more skilful, and, he was sure, no more willing aux-
iliary could be discovered.

‘‘ Wait,” he said to Theoxena, ‘‘ you and Daphne,
where you are, and don’t show yourselves more than
you can help. Will the provisions I have here serve
you for aday or so?”’ And he emptied the contents
of his pack upon the table.

The woman smiled. She and Daphne had con-
trived to live for not a few days upon far less.

‘Yes, it is abundance.”’

“¢ Till to-morrow, then,’’ cried the young man with
a gayety which he did not feel. If the physician
should be unable to help, or should have died !

Happily this misfortune was spared him. Cleanor
found the man, and, thanks to his knowledge of his
habits, without loss of time. It was still an hour
short of noon when he saw the leech coming out of
a casement in the wall, which he was accustomed to
visit at that hour for the purpose of inspecting the
newly wounded.

“This is a good sight,’ cried the physician.
‘What Aisculapius has brought you back from the
dead? They told me that you were killed, and I
feared that they had only too good reason for know-
ing that it was true.”
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“That,” said the Greek, ‘‘is along story, and will
keep. As usual, I want your help.”

‘You are not ill?—no, I have never seen you
look better. What is it?”

Cleanor told him his story.

The physician looked grave, and after a pause he
said: ‘‘ You are wanting for your two friends what
a couple of hundred thousands of people in this city
are wanting—a safe place of shelter. Yet it can be
found; all things can be found, if one knows where
to look for them. But it will be costly, very costly.”
And he looked inquisitively at the young Greek,
who certainly, in his pedlar’s dress, did not look as
if he had the command of boundless wealth.

Cleanor understood the look, and sui spered: a few
words in the old man’s ear.

‘“That is capital,’ he said, with an admiring
glance. ‘‘ You are certainly a young man of busi-
ness.”

Cleanor had, in fact, brought with him, in view of
any possible necessities that might arise, an ample
supply of means in the most portable, and there-
fore most valuable form that wealth under the cir-
cumstances of the time could possibly bear. Gold,
precious as it is, is not very portable. A really
wealthy man would require a whole caravan to
transport his fortune from one place to another if
it were in the shape of gold. Paper money—for
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the ancient world did business by bills of exchange
very much as we do—was not available. The com-
mercial credit of Carthage had collapsed forever.

The one readily available vehicle for wealth was
precious stones. These had risen in Carthage to an
almost incredible price. Sooner or later, everyone
felt, the city would be taken. When that should
happen, gold would be almost useless. The one
chance of preserving it, and that but a slight one,
would be to bury it. That might hide it from the
enemy, but might very probably also hide it from
the owner. Jewels, on the other hand, could be
carried anyhow. Ifaman could contrive to escape
at all, he could also contrive to escape with a fort-
une so invested about him. Cleanor, accordingly,
was now utilizing this part of the old King’s bounty.
He carried round his waist, next to his skin, a
slender girdle-purse in which he had stored a num-
ber of jewels. This he was resolved not to lose
except with his life. While he kept this, he felt
that he could do anything that money could accom-
plish.

‘*Come home with me,” said the physician, “and
talk this matter over. You are best out of sight,
for someone might recognize you in spite of your
disguise, and that would be very awkward indeed.’
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CHAPTER XXV
A REFUGE IN THE STORM

““¥70U have the necessary means, I understand,”

said the physician to Cleanor, when the two
were seated together safe from interruption. ‘‘ Now
for my plan. The only safe hiding-place will be
one of the temples. Now, there are three temples
which would answer our purpose, I mean three that
would be specially suitable on account of the num-
ber of private apartments which are attached to
them. There is Ausculapius in the citadel, Apollo
in the arsenal, and Baal-Hammon in the Upper
City ; but that, of course, you know. On the
whole, I am inclined to Apollo in the arsenal, and
T will tell you why. Adsculapius is the strongest
place in Carthage, and it is there that the last stand
will be made. There are some desperate men who
will hold on to the last extremity, and perish rather
than surrender. There are some of the old nobles
who are too proud to live under the rule of Rome,
and there are the deserters, who know that pardon
is impossible. Hasdrubal himself gives out that he
intends to cast in his lot with them, but I doubt
him; heisacur. Now, I know as a matter of fact
that preparations have been made for holding
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Aisculapius as long as possible. And when it be-
comes impossible, then it will be destroyed. I
know these Carthaginians. Drive them to extremi-
ties, and they will behave as the scorpion between
two fires. Clearly, then, Asculapius is not the
place for non-combatants. Then at Baal-Hammon
there are too many priests, and they are a bad lot.
That fellow whom you bribed about the little boy
was very useful to you, but then he is a great
scoundrel. In that matter you could trust him, be-
cause he had put his own neck in the noose; but in
this you could not. You see he might easily make
double gain out of it—a heavy sum from you for
keeping your friends safe, and another sum for sell-
ing them to the Romans. No, you had better have
nothing to do with Baal-Hammon and its crew.
Then there remains Apollo in the arsenal. There
are only two priests there. There’s the old man,
who is almost in his dotage, and the son, who is a
decent fellow with a really excellent wife. He is
not above taking money, but he will not be extor-
tionate. She—poor woman, she has just lost her
only child—would take in your friends out of pure
kindness. Anyhow, she will do her best for them.
You had better leave the matter to me, for the
less you are seen, the better. Now, what do you
say?”

‘*T am only too glad,” said Cleanor, ‘‘to leave

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the matter in your hands. How much money will
be wanted, do you think?”

“Tt can hardly be less than two hundred gold
pieces,” replied the physician.

‘“These,’’ said Cleanor, as he produced some
rubies and emeralds, with a rose diamond, small,
but of peculiarly brilliant lustre, ‘‘ have been valued
at a talent! by a very good judge. Your friend the
priest will get, if he wishes it, another opinion as to
their value, but I feel sure that the price is not too
high. That is what was actually offered me as a
first bid by Raphael, the first jeweller in Alexandria,
and, as you know, a man does not offer his highest
price in his first bid.’

‘*A talent!’’ said the physician, who was himself
something of a connoisseur in precious stones, and
had been examining them with obvious admiration.
“A talent, indeed! Unconscionable scoundrel! He
ought to have said three. This diamond alone is
worth a talent, and more too. Well, I will see to
the affair at once, for there is no time to be lost.
You stop here, and make yourself at home.”

About noon the physician reappeared. ‘‘Every-
thing is settled,” he said. ‘‘I have saved your
diamond for you. It was really too much to give.
The rubies and emeralds were quite sufficient.
Mago—that is the younger priest’s name—is a good

1 An Attic talent, worth, by weight of silver, about £225.
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judge of jewels, and was quite satisfied. You are
to meet him to-night at the upper end of the street
where your friends live, and take him to their
house, and introduce him. He will take the women
in charge, and conduct them to the temple. He has
the means of getting them through one of the arse-
nal gates without any questions being asked. Iam
to hand over the price to-morrow, when the first
part of the business shall have been finished. For
the rest you must trust him. Indeed, you have no
other choice; but he is not a bad fellow, and, as I
said, his wife is absolutely loyal.”

By midnight Theoxena and Daphne were safely
lodged in a little chamber adjoining that occupied
by the priest and his wife.

The change was not effected a day too soon.
Early on the following morning the Roman armies
were seen to be in motion, and peremptory orders
were issued that the Lower City was to be evacu-
ated. Many of the inhabitants had anticipated it,
and had found such shelter as they could in the
Upper City. But thousands had lingered behind,
hoping against hope that the change might be
avoided, or simply paralysed by despair. Destitute
as many of them were, both of means and friends,
they stayed only because it was easier to stay than
to move.

Even now some doggedly remained behind. The
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troops had instructions to drive them out by force,
and they attempted for a time to carry out this
order. But they were met with a passive resist-
ance that bafiled them. Some would not, some
could not be stirred from the homes to which they
were accustomed, and which at least afforded them
a present shelter.

Still, there was an overpowering rush of panic-
stricken fugitives. The streets leading to the Upper
City were crowded up to and beyond the utmost
limit of their capacity. At the gates the press was
something terrible. All night long the human
stream flowed ceaselessly on; when the morning
broke it was still dense and strong. Scipio, fully
aware that the helpless crowd would be a source of
weakness rather than strength to the besieged, had
strictly forbidden pursuit. But for this fact, any
number might have been killed or captured.

Still, the arsenal itself was not to remain long
undisturbed. To abandon it to the besiegers was
to acknowledge that the fall of the whole city was
only a question of time, for this sufficient reason, if
for no other, that no fresh supplies could possibly
be introduced. Up to this time a certain amount
of food had been brought in, as we have seen in
the case of the Sea-mew. The supply was small
and irregular, but it had been sufficient to replenish
the stores of the garrison. Now and then some-
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thing had been spared for the wants of the general
population. All this would come to an end when
the port fell into the hands of the enemy.

But Hasdrubal had really no choice. He could
not hope to defend the fortifications of the arsenal
with the forces at his command. He had to con-
centrate his strength within the smaller compass of
the Upper City. Accordingly, in the night follow-
ing the abandonment of the Lower City, the arsenal
was evacuated by its garrison. The last detach-
ment to leave was instructed to set the stores on
fire. Nor was this done an hour too soon. The
necessity which constrained the Carthaginian com-
mander to this course of action had not escaped the
notice of Scipio. Leelius, the ablest of his lieuten-
ants, was making his way into the arsenal—which
he found, somewhat to his surprise, undefended—at
the very time when the garrison was leaving it at
the opposite end.

The physician was too busy with his work to pay
much attention to military affairs, and Cleanor hav-
ing accomplished, as far as was possible for the
present, the purpose for which he had returned to
Carthage, did not risk recognition and capture by
venturing out of doors. It was with surprise, there-
fore, as well as dismay, that he learned what had
happened. The first thing that he saw on looking
out of his window the following morning was the
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area of the arsenal swarming with Roman soldiers.
Some were endeavouring, under the direction of
their officers, to quench the flames in the store-
houses; not. a few, it was easy to see, were busy in
collecting plunder; the Temple of Apollo was evi-
dently one of the chief objects of attraction.

It was an anxious moment for Cleanor, but if he
could have seen what was going on in the temple,
he would almost have despaired of the safety of
Theoxena and her daughter. The fact was that the
Roman soldiery, for all the strictness of discipline
to which it had been habituated by Scipio, was for
the time completely out of hand. The siege had
been long and tedious, and the perils, so far, out of
all proportion to the prizes. And now, almost for
the first time for three years, these men, starving, so
to speak, for booty, found themselves within reach
of what seemed enormous wealth.

In the centre of the temple stood a figure of
Apollo, about double the size of life. It had the
' appearance of being of gold; in truth, it was of
wood, covered with massive plates of gold. The
throne on which it was seated, the lattice-work on
either side, and the canopy above its head were of
the same metal, and these were absolutely solid.
The weight of the whole was afterwards reckoned
at about two hundred and fifty of our tons. Possi-
bly this was an exaggeration ; but the treasure was
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unquestionably very large. So large, indeed, was
it that the first impression of the soldiers when they
burst into the shrine was that the whole was of
some base metal gilded.

Then the discovery was made. A Roman in mere
mischief aimed a blow with his sword at the trellis-
work which surrounded the statue. Picking up the
fragment which he had thus lopped off, more in
curiosity than with any definite expectation of
finding treasure, he was astonished by its weight.
Then the truth dawned upon him.

‘By Pollux!’ he cried, ‘‘it must be gold.”

The scene which followed was one new to Roman
experience. All Rome, it might almost be said all
Italy, hardly contained so much treasure. Since
the day when the soldiers of Alexander burst into
the treasury of Persepolis, and saw what the wealth-
jest monarchy of the world had been accumulating
for centuries, such a sight had never met human
eyes. It overpowered the solid strength of Roman
discipline ; with a frantic cry the men precipitated
themselves on the spoil. The centurions, who with
the instinct of command endeavoured to keep them
back, were thrust roughly aside. One of them, who
ventured to use the vine cudgel which he carried
by way of enforcing his orders, was levelled to the
ground by a blow of the fist. The tribune in com-
mand of the detachment, when he ventured to in-
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terfere, met with no more respect. In less than half
an hour the statue was stripped of its. costly cover-
ing, and the shrine was hacked to pieces.

Then the strange passion of destruction, which
seems always to follow close after any great muti-
nous outbreak, seized upon themen. Possibly they
were carried away by a frantic desire to abolish the
very scene of their offence. Anyhow, the temple
was for a few minutes in the most imminent danger
of being burned. A soldier thrust a torch into the
fire which was burning near the great central altar,
and threw it all blazing among the curtains which
covered one of the walls.

At this critical moment Scipio himself appeared
upon the scene. His presence seemed to recall the
frantic soldiery to themselves. His first care was to
see that the fire was extinguished. With the plunder
he did not at the moment attempt to deal; he re-
served that matter for a cooler moment. It was one
of the secrets of his success that he never strained
his power. But order was restored and firmly en-
forced. A guard was put in charge of the building.
This was to be changed at fixed intervals. It was
to have, meanwhile, its full share of all prize-money
that might be earned on exactly the same scale as
actual combatants. After this the temple and its
inmates were as safe as any place or persons could
be at such a time.
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CHAPTER XXVI

THE STORMING OF THE UPPER CITY

HE actual fortifications of the Upper City did
not offer any serious resistance to the assailants.
They were of extreme antiquity, and were not only
greatly decayed, but were inadequate to meet, even
had they been in the best condition, the improved
methods of attack which had been introduced since
the time of their erection. Some attempt had been
made to put them into repair within the last few
months, but to very little purpose. Nothing short
of a complete reconstruction would have been of any
practical use. The Roman battering-rams had not
been at work for a day before it became evident
that several breaches would speedily be made in the
walls. In fact, so many weak spots had been re-
vealed, that even the most determined and powerful
garrison could not have hoped to make them all
good. In the course of the night the whole line was
evacuated.

Still, Carthage was not to be taken without a des-
perate struggle. Twice already had her mother-city
Tyre defended herself with fury against assailants
of overwhelming strength,! and the world was tosee

1 Against Nebuchadnezzar in 598 B.c., and against Alexander in 331.
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a still more terrible scene of rage and madness some
two centuries later, when the Hebrew people de-
fended its last stronghold, Jerusalem, against the
legions of Rome. The Carthaginians were now to
show themselves not unworthy of these famous
kinsfolk.

The Upper City was penetrated by three streets,
all of them built on steep inclines, and converging
on the summit of the hill. On this the citadel stood,
itself crowned by the famous Temple of Aiscula-
pius. This was built on arock, three sides of which
displayed a sheer descent of some sixty feet, while
the fourth was ascended by a long flight of steps.
The three streets were built to suit the oriental
taste, perhaps we should rather say the oriental
need, which prefers shade to the circulation of air
and light. They were so narrow that the inhabi-
tants of opposite houses—the houses commonly in-
clined outward—could almost shake hands from
their windows. The houses were not of equal
height, but they were all lofty, sometimes having
as many as seven or eight stories. At the back of
these main thoroughfares was a wilderness of lanes
and alleys, consisting for the most part of smaller
houses, with now and then a paved yard or small
garden.

Up these streets. the Romans had to force their
way. Almost every house was a fortress which had
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to be separately _attacked and separately taken.
The first danger that had to be encountered was a
shower of tiles and bricks from the roofs and upper
stories. These missiles, heavy themselves, and fall-
ing with tremendous force from the lofty buildings,
would have been terribly destructive, had not the
assailants protected themselves by the formation of
the ¢estudo or tortoise. This was made by the men
ranging their shields over their heads in a close im-
penetrable array, under cover of which they broke
down the doors of house after house. Sometimes
even the ¢estudo reeled under the shock of some
more than usually heavy mass; more than once it
was actually broken when the defending party con-
trived to detach and send down upon it the whole
of a parapet. Whenever this happened no small
loss of life was the result.

When an entrance had been forced into the house,
every story became the scene of a fresh conflict.
Driven at last to the roof, the defenders would
sometimes prefer to hurl themselves down to the
street below rather than fall into the hands of the
enemy. Some would take a desperate leap across
the space that separated them from the houses op-
posite ; others crossed on bridges of planks or
doors which they hastily made, or, in some cases,
had prepared in anticipation.

It is needless to say that a conflict of such a kind
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was fought with the greatest ferocity. It was a
struggle, for the most part, between a people and
an army. The inhabitants, seldom, if ever, pro-
tected by armour and furnished with the weapons
that chance supplied, often, indeed, reduced to
nothing more effective than sticks or household im-
plements, fought desperately against well-protected,
well-armed, well-disciplined men. The women were
even more frenzied than the men. Driven to bay,
they flew like wild-cats at the Romans, and bit and
scratched till they were slain or disabled. There
was no question of quarter; it was not even asked.
The assailants, as they slowly advanced, winning
their way yard by yard, left a lifeless desolation be-
hind them, with the dead lying as they had fallen,
on every staircase and in every chamber.

This battle of the streets lasted with unabated
fury for six days. The besiegers, of course, fought
in relays; there were three detachments, and each
had its regular time of service, four hours twice in
the day, for of course no cessation of the attack was
possible. One man allowed himself no rest, and
this one man was Scipio. During the whole of the
six days he never slept, or, at least, never composed
himself to sleep, for nature would sometimes assert
itself, untiring as was the spirit which dominated
his physical frame, and he could not help a brief
slumber as he sat at his meals. These he took as
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chance gave him the opportunity. They were hur-
ried repasts of the simplest kind—a piece of dried
flesh, a crust of bread, or a biscuit, with now and
then a bunch of raisins. His drink was rigidly
limited to water, for in battle he always acted on
the principle which made Hector refuse the wine-
cup which his mother proffered him in an interval
of battle? .

At sunset on the sixth day the Upper City was
practically held by the Romans. Nothing but the
citadel remained to be taken, and that was so ar-
duous an undertaking that the attack was neces-
sarily postponed till the troops had had some rest.

But the spirit of the Carthaginians was at last
broken. Just as the troops told off for the first
assault had finished mustering, and before the
trumpets had sounded the signal for the advance, a
procession, headed by a herald who carried a flag of
truce in his hand, was seen to be descending the
steps that led from the Temple of Asculapius. Lost
to sight for a short time as it came under cover of
the outer wall of the citadel, it next became visible
as it issued from one of the gates. Scipio, who was
about to address his troops, went forward to meet

1**¢ Far hence be Bacchus’ gifts,’ the chief rejoined ;
‘Inflaming wine, pernicious to mankind,
Unnerves the limbs, and dulls the noble mind.’”
—lliad (Pope), vi.
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the new-comers. Their leader, whose style and title
were given by the herald as chief priest of the Tem-
ple of Aisculapius, addressed him, his words being
interpreted by a Roman prisoner.

“‘Leader of the armies of Rome,’ so ran the
speech, ‘‘ the gods have given thy country the final
victory over her rival. Four centuries ago Rome
felt it to be an honour to be acknowledged by Car-
thage as an ally on equal terms.1 Since then there
has been continued rivalry and frequent war be-
tween the two nations. More than once it has
seemed likely that the Fates had decreed that the
seat of empire should be in Africa rather than in
Italy. But this was not their will. We have long
been convinced that we were not to rule; we now
perceive that we are not even to be permitted to
exist. But though it is necessary for the honour, if
not for the safety, of Rome, that Carthage should
be destroyed, it is not necessary that a multitude of
innocent persons, whose sole offence is to have been
born within the walls of a doomed city, should also
perish. There are some, a few thousands out of
many, who have, it is true, committed the offence of
defending their country ; these also implore your
mercy. That they can resist your attack they ac-
knowledge to be impossible; but they can at least
claim this merit, that by a prompt surrender they

1A treaty was made between Rome and Carthage in the year 509 B.c,
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will save the lives of some of your soldiers. Your
nation, man of Rome, has been ready beyond all
others to show mercy to the conquered, and your
family, Scipio, has been conspicuous in this as in
all other virtues. Be worthy, we beseech you, of
your country, your house, and yourself.’

It was without a moment’s hesitation that Scipio
replied to this harangue. Nor had he to use the
services of an interpreter. With that indefatigable
energy which distinguished him he had employed
the scanty leisure allowed by his duties to learn the
Carthaginian language, of which at the beginning
of the siege he had been as ignorant as were the rest
of his countrymen.

‘*T will not use many words, for time presses, and
there is much to be done. The multitude of un-
armed persons may come forth without fear. Their
lives are assured to them. Nor do we bear any en-
mity against brave men who have fought against
us. They shall not be harmed. I except only from
my offer of mercy those who have betrayed their
country by deserting it.”’

The answer had scarcely been spoken before a
huge multitude, to whom its purport had probably
been communicated by some preconcerted signal,
poured out from the gates. Seldom has a more
piteous sight been seen. With faces wan with
famine, and clothed, for the most part, in squalid
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rags, the long lines of old men, women, and children
defiled before the Roman general as he stood sur-
rounded by his staff. True to his gentle and kindly
nature, he busied himself in making provision for
their immediate wants. The whole number—there
were fifty thousand in all, a great crowd, it is true,
but pitiably small in comparison with the supposed
total of non-combatants when the siege began—was
divided into companies, each of which was assigned
to the commissariat department of one or other of
the legions. At the same time instructions were
given to the officers in charge of the stores that their
immediate necessities—and many of them were act-
ually starving—should be relieved.

The non-combatants thus disposed of, the soldiers
that had surrendered followed. There may have
been some six thousand in all, of whom five-sixths
were mercenaries, one-sixth only native Cartha-
ginians. They were in much better case than the
rest of the population ; in fact, as far as provisions
were concerned, they had not been subjected to any
hardship. The mercenaries had, for the most part,
an indifferent look. It was depressing, doubtless,
to have been serving for now three years an unsuc-
cessful master, and to have missed the good pay
which they might have earned elsewhere. But this
was one of the chances of their profession, and they
might hope to recoup themselves for their loss by
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another and more fortunate speculation. The Car-
thaginian minority were in a different temper.
There was no future for them. Their country was
gone, and if the love of life, which asserts itself even
over the fiercest and bitterest pride, had bent their
haughty temper to supplicate for mercy, it could do
nothing more. Each man as he passed in front of
the general Jaid down his arms upon the ground.
These, again, were piled in heaps, to be carried off
in due time to the stores in the Roman camp.

This business was just completed when a solitary
figure was seen to issue from one of the gates in the
citadel walls, and hurriedly to approach the Roman
lines. As he ran he was struck by a missile from
the walls. The blow levelled him to the ground,
but he regained his feet in the course of one or two
minutes, and hastened on, though with a somewhat
limping gait. It was observed that he was dressed
as a slave, and, as he came nearer, that his face was
so closely muffled that his features could not be
recognized. Nevertheless, his figure, which was
short and corpulent, seemed to many to be familiar.
Reaching the Roman lines, he threw himself at
Scipio’s feet, caught him by the knees, and in
broken Greek begged for his life. The general,
stretching forth his hand, raised him from the
ground. It was Hasdrubal, the commander-in-chief

of the armies of Carthage.
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A murmur of disgust at his poltroonery ran
through the ranks. Here and there the Kinsmen or
comrades of the unhappy prisoners whom he had
done to death in so barbarous a fashion a few months
before, gave vent to more menacing expressions of
anger. Scipio silenced these manifestations of
feeling by an imperative gesture of command.

‘Your life is spared,’ he said. ‘‘See that you
make a due return for the boon.”

It must not be supposed that the Roman general
was disposed to regard with any kind of leniency
Hasdrubal’s baseness and barbarity. It was from
policy that he spared the miserable creature’s life.
In the first place, it was the custom, from which it
would be injudicious to depart, to make the king or
chief general ofa conquered people an essential part
of the triumph which would celebrate the victory.
Secondly, he was aware that the prisoner would be
useful in many ways, that there were important
matters about which he could give the best, or, it
might be, the only available information.

As to the boon of life, it seemed to his own noble
nature to be avery small thing indeed. For him-
self he felt that, had such a situation been possible,
he would far sooner have died than survived to face
such shame and ignominy; the craven clinging to
life which dominates such mean natures as Has-
drubal’s was simply incomprehensible to Scipio.
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But if he despised Hasdrubal while he spared him,
there were others among the Carthaginian leaders
for whom he felt a genuine admiration and respect,
and to whom he was willing to offer honourable
terms of surrender.

‘Where,’ he asked Hasdrubal, ‘‘are your col-
leagues in command, and the chief magistrates ?”’

‘*They are in the Temple of Ausculapius,”’ replied
the Carthaginian.

“Think you that they will be willing to surren-
der? They are brave men, and have done their best,
and they shall be honourably treated.”

‘“*T know not what they intend,’ muttered the
fugitive, with as much shame as it was in his nature
to feel.

“JT will at least try them,” said Scipio, and he
advanced towards the citadel, followed by some of
his staff. Hasdrubal, much against his will, was
constrained to accompany them.

A number of figures could be seen on the roof of
the temple, which, as has been explained, formed the
summit of the citadel. As soon as he came within
ear-shot of the place he bade one of the prisoners
step forward and communicate his wltimatum to
what may be called the garrison of the temple.

“ Scipio offers to all free-born Carthaginian citi-
zens, life on honourable terms. To all those who
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have deserted he promises a fair trial, so that if
they can show any just cause for having left their
country, even they may not despair of safety.”

To this appeal no answer was made. After a
while, as Scipio and his attendants waited for a re-
ply, thin curls of smoke were seen to rise from the
temple. Next a woman, leading a young boy by
either hand, approached the edge of the roof. She
was clothed in a flowing robe of crimson, confined
at the waist by a broad golden girdle. Her long
hair, which streamed far below her waist, was bound
round her temples by a circlet of diamonds that
flashed splendidly in the sun.

‘By Baal,’ cried the Carthaginian prisoner who
delivered Scipio’s message, ‘‘it is the Lady Salamo
herself.”’

‘*Who is it, say you?” asked Scipio.

“The Lady Salamo,’”’. answered the man, ‘‘ the
wife of my lord the general.”

It was indeed the wife of Hasdrubal.

‘Man of Rome,’’ she began in a clear, penetrat-
ing voice, which made itself heard far and wide,
addressing herself to Scipio, who was conspicuous
in the scarlet cloak worn by generals commanding
armies, ‘‘man of Rome, to thee there comes no
blame from gods or men. Carthage was the enemy
of your country, and thou hast conquered it. But


THE LADY SALAMO DEFIES THE ROMANS FROM THE
WALLS OF CARTHAGE
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on this Hasdrubal, this traitor who hath been false.
to his fatherland, to his gods, to me—whose shame

it is to have been his wife—and to his children,

may the gods of Carthage wreak their vengeance!

And thou, Scipio, I charge thee, fail not to be their
instrument.”

She then turned to Hasdrubal.

“Villain,” she cried, ‘‘and liar, and coward, as
for me and these children, we shall find a fit burial
in this fire;”’ and as she spoke a great flame sprung
up for a moment among the gathering clouds of
smoke; ‘‘but thou, that wast the chiefest man in
Carthage, what dishonourable grave wilt thou find ?
This only I know, that neither thy children nor I
will live to see thy disgrace.”

Turning from the wretched man with a gesture of
contempt, she drew a dagger from her girdle and
plunged it into the heart first of one and then of
the other of the two children who stood at her side.
Then flinging the bloody weapon from her, she leapt
into the midst of the flames, which by this time
were rapidly gaining the mastery over the whole
building. All her companions shared her fate. The
Carthaginian nobles were too proud to live under
the sway of Rome; the deserters were conscious of
their guilt, or distrusted the justice of a Roman
tribunal. Anyhow, not a single individual out of
the desperate band to which Scipio had addressed
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his appeal availed himself of the opportunity. The
Temple of Aésculapius perished with all its inmates ;
and along with it was lost to Rome and to the world
a vast treasury of wealth.

CHAPTER XXVII

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T is time to explain what had happened to Cleanor
while the events recorded in the last chapter
were proceeding. He had remained within the
physician’s house during the six days’ fighting in
the streets. The house had been turned into some-
thing like a hospital, and the young Greek found
plenty of employment in doing such services, as a
lay hand could render to his host's patients. The
physician was naturally one of the deputation
which, as has been described, waited on the con-
queror on the morning of the seventh day, and he
took his guest with him in the character of his as-
sistant. Nor could Cleanor escape an emotion of
relief to find himself again under Roman protection.
It was a curious change from the feelings that had
dominated him a few months before, but the con-
straining power of circumstances had been too much
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for him. His first care was to ascertain the fate of
Theoxena and her daughter. Here it was necessary
to proceed with caution. It would not be wise to
make inquiries at random. The person whom he
could most safely trust was Scipio, the young of-
ficer, whom he was, of course, anxious to see for
other reasons. To his great delight he found that
his friend was the officer in command of the guard
to which the safety of the Temple of Apollo in the
arsenal had been committed. He found an oppor-
tunity of sending a message by a soldier who hap-
pened to be off duty for the time. Hardly an hour
had elapsed when he received an answer. It ran
thus:

“A thousand congratulations. We had almost
given you up for lost, only that the gods are mani-
Sestly determined to make up to you for some part
at letst of what you have suffered. Come at once:
LI have much to say to you.”

The meeting between the two friends was very
affectionate. Cleanor, postponing the narrative of
his own adventures to some future opportunity, at
once took the young Roman officer into his confi-
dence.

“You may rest assured that your friends are
safe. There has been a guard over the private
apartments attached to the temple; and I have
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taken care to have trustworthy men, as I always
should in such a case. But I can tell you that your
friends have had a very narrow escape. If the gen-
eral had not arrived just at the right time, the whole
building would have been reduced to ashes.”

He then proceeded to relate the story which the
reader has already heard. Cleanor listened with
emotion that he could hardly conceal. How nearly
had all his efforts been in vain! How narrowly had
these two—who were all that remained to him of
his old life—escaped destruction!

Young Scipio’s narrative was hardly finished when
the conversation of the friends was interrupted by
the arrival of an orderly bringing a message from
the general. The official despatch, accompanied
by a letter expressed in more familiar terms, ran
thus:

“T have learnt that a manuscript of the very
highest value, which I have a special charge from
the Senate and People of Rome to preserve, to wit,
the Treatise of Hanno on Agriculture, has always
been and is now in the custody of the priests of
Apollo in the arsenal. I commission you, there-
Sore, as officer commanding the guard of the said
temple, to make inquiries of these same priests, and
to take the book into your keeping, for which this
present writing shall be your authority.”
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The private letter was to this effect:

“I have just learnt from Hasdrubal—and the
information is so valuable that it almost reconciles
me to having had to spare the villains life—that
the precious book on Agriculture is to be found in
the temple of which you have charge. Loseno time
in getting it into your possession. It is supposed
to contain secrets of the very greatest value. Any-
how, the authorities at home attach great impor-
tance to its preservation. To lose tt would be a dis-
aster. Ican rely, I know, on your prudence and
energy.”

“Cleanor, can you throw any light on this mat-
ter?’ asked the Roman.

“* No,”’ was the answer, ‘‘ except to tell you what
I know about the priests. There are two attached
to the temple. One is an old man—almost, as I un-
derstand, in his dotage—whom I did not see; the
other, his son, middle-aged, with whom I negotiated
the affair of which I told you. That is absolutely
all that I know, except that my friend the physi-
cian described the son as being on the whole an
honourable man, who could be trusted the more im-
plicitly the more one made it worth his while to be
true.”

“That,’? said young Scipio, “Sis the man whom I
saw the day that I took charge of the temple. He
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came to thank me. Since then he has never ap-
peared. The services have been intermitted. They
could hardly, indeed, have been carried on with all
these soldiers in the place. He is the first person of
whom to make inquiries.”

Scipio then summoned the centurion, who was
nominally his second in command. The man wasa
veteran who had seen more than twenty campaigns
—his first experience of war had been at Pydna
under the great Aimilius Paulus—an excellent sol-
dier in his way, but without much judgment in
matters outside his own narrow sphere of experi-
ence.

‘*Convey,’”’ young Scipio said to this officer, ‘‘a
respectful request to the priest of the temple that
he will favour me with an interview.’’

In due course the priest appeared. It had been
arranged between the friends that no reference
should be made to the shelter given to the women.

“‘T am informed,” said Scipio, ‘‘that you have
charge, as priest of this temple, of a certain book
relating to agriculture.”

** You are right, sir,”’ replied the man, ‘‘so far as
this: there is such a book, and it is kept in this
place; but it isnot in my charge. My father is the
priest, and it is in his custody.”

‘‘Let me see your father, then,’ said the young
officer.
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‘‘Unhappily, sir,’ replied the man, ‘‘he is inca-
pable of answering or even of hearing a question.
He has been failing in mind for some time, and the
events of the last few days have greatly affected
him. This morning he had a stroke of paralysis,
and has been unconscious ever since.”

“But you know,” said Scipio, ‘‘ where the book
is?”

“Asa matter of fact,’ the priest answered, “I
know, or, to put the matter more strictly, I believe
that I know. But the secret has been very jealously
guarded. It has been usual for the priest to hand
over the charge formally to his successor when he
felt himself failing. To meet the case that the
priest might die suddenly, or fail for some other
reason to communicate the secret in due course, the
Shopetim were also in possession of it. They have
also another copy of the treatise.”

‘And where was that kept?’’ asked Scipio.

“In the Temple of Aisculapius, but in what part
of the temple of course I know not.”

‘“‘Tf it was there it must have perished,”’ said the
‘Roman. “Nothing could have been left after the
tremendous fire of yesterday. Lead the way and
show us the place that you have in your mind.”

*¢Tt shall be done, sir,” said the man, ‘‘ But let
me first see how it fares with my father. It is pos-
sible that he may yet revive.”
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Permission was, of course, granted, and he went.
Before many minutes he returned.

‘‘My father has passed away,” he said in a low
voice, ‘‘and without becoming conscious even for a
moment; so the woman that wasin attendance told
me. Follow me, sir.”

He led the way down a flight of steps, and then
along a passage to the chamber in which it termi-
nated. The door was carefully concealed in the
wall, with the surface of which it was entirely uni-
form. The priest, however, had no difficulty in
opening it. He pressed a secret spring, and it
opened.

‘This,’ he said, as they entered a small lofty
room lighted from above, ‘‘is the priest’s private
chamber. The book should be somewhere here. But
at this point my knowledge comes to an end.”

“Tf I might hazard a guess,’’ said Cleanor, ‘the
hiding-place is somewhere in the floor. One would
naturally, perhaps, look for another secret door in
the wall, hence it is likely that some other way of
concealing it would be tried. Anyhow, let us begin
with the floor.”

The place was easily, as it will be seen, too easily
found. Assoon as the matting which covered the
floor was removed, it became evident that a part
of the boarding had been recently moved.

“That is it!’ exclaimed the four men—the cen-
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turion had accompanied the party—almost in the
same breath.

“*T don’t like the look of this,’’ added Cleanor,
whose quick Greek intelligence had promptly
taken in the situation. ‘‘It has been taken.”’

He was right. When the boarding was lifted, it
revealed an empty space. All that remained was a
wrapper of silk, which might very well have served
—for there was nothing on it that absolutely indi-
cated the fact—for a covering to the volume.

‘““What is to be done now?”’ said Scipio, as the
four looked at each other with faces full of blank
disappointment.

‘“My father,’’ said the priest, after a short pause
of reflection, ‘‘must have taken it away. He evi-
dently did it in a hurry, without carefully replacing
the boards. He might have concealed the joining
so well that it would have been very hard to find.
See,’’? and he put the covering back in such a way
that the spot was absolutely undistinguishable
from the rest of the floor. ‘This makes me sure
that it has been done quite recently, and when he
was not quite himself.”

“‘T wonder,” said Cleanor, ‘‘whether by chance
your guests could tell us anything about it?”

“My guests!” cried the priest, vainly endeav-
ouring to conceal his dismay.

‘‘Don’t trouble yourself, my good friend,”’ said
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Scipio with a smile. ‘‘My friend Cleanor has taken
me into his confidence, and I think you have done
very well in helping him in this matter. It is just
possible that, as he suggests, the women may have
seen something—enough to give us a clew.”’

‘Possibly,’ said the priest. ‘‘The book was far
too bulky to be easily destroyed. That I know,
though I have never had it in my hands. But it
may have been put away where it will be hard to
find.”

‘*Cleanor,’’ said Scipio, after a brief reflection,
“will you go and see what you can find out? The
priest will show you the way.”’

Cleanor accordingly followed the priest to the
apartment which had been assigned to Theoxena
and her daughter. Only the elder woman was
visible. Daphne, she assured Cleanor, after an ex-
change of affectionate greetings, was quite well, but
was busy at the moment with some needle-work.
When questioned about the old priest and his
movements, she had no information of any impor-
tance to give. He had been very strange in manner,
constantly muttering, but so indistinctly that she
could not catch more than a word or two here and
there. She had, it is true, caught the word ‘ treas-
ure’? once or twice. She had certainly not seen
him with anything in his hands. Daphne, however,
might have more to say. The old man had seemed
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to take a fancy to her, and had talked to her a good
deal.

Daphne, accordingly, was fetched by her mother,
and came in covered with a charming confusion,
which in the young Greek’s eyes added not a little
to her beauty. It was the fact, indeed, that the
few days of peace which she had enjoyed with her
mother in their place of refuge had made a marvel-
lous change for the better in her looks. The hunted
expression had gone out of her eyes, which, deep
as ever, were now limpid and calm. The cheeks
which, when Cleanor had last seen them, were wan
and worn, were already rounded, and touched with
the delicate tint of returning health. Cleanor did
not fail to note all this with the greatest satisfac-
tion, but for the time he was absorbed by the inter-
est of the story which she had to tell about the old ~
priest.

‘“ of our coming here. He seemed to take me for
someone else. In fact, once or twice he called me
by some name which sounded like Judith, but I
could not catch it distinctly. Commonly he spoke
to meas his daughter. He had no son, he said; I
was all that he had left. He had evidently some-
thing on his mind that troubled him greatly. He
would talk about ‘‘a treasure”? which he had in his
keeping, and which he must hand over to the right
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person,only that he did not know where this person
was. ‘Anyhow,’ and when he said this his voice
seemed to grow stronger, and his eyes to lighten
up, ‘anyhow, the enemy must not be allowed to
get it. After the uproar that took place in the
temple one day—we did not know what had hap-
pened, but we guessed that the Romans had made
their way in, and we were very much frightened
—he was much worse. That same evening he said
to me, ‘Daughter, I want you to help me. Come
with me’ He took me down a flight of steps, and
then along a passage which seemed to end in a wall.
When we were almost at the end, he said, ‘ Now,
turn round and shut your eyes. You must not see
what I am going to do.” I did what he told me,
and waited. In about half an hour he came back,
panting very much and breathing hard. He car-
ried a great roll in his arms. I could not see what
it was.”’

‘“ Did it look like a book ?”’ asked Cleanor.

“Yes,”’ replied the girl, ‘it might have been a
book. I asked him whether I should carry it for
him. ‘No,’ he said, ‘no woman has ever touched
it. Indeed, no woman has ever seen it before. I
hope that I have not done wrong. But what was I
todo? I had no one else to help me. And any-
how, the enemy must never have it.’ We went up
the passage, and down another, till we came to a
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place where one of the stones in the pavement had
aving init. ‘Now you must help me,’ he said. ‘T
have got to take that stone up.’ We both pulled
away at the stone as hard as we could. For some
time we seemed to make no impression at all. Then
he went away and came in a few minutes witha
lantern, for by this time it was getting quite dark,
anda chisel. ‘Work the mortar away from the
edges, he said ; ‘my eyes are too old to see” So I
worked the mortar out, and then we pulled again.
I don’t think that I did very much, but he seemed
to get wonderfully strong with the excitement. At
last we felt that it was beginning to give, and in
the end we pulled it quite away. I heard what
sounded like the lapping of water a long way he-
low. Then the old man took the roll and dropped
it into the hole. After that we put the stone back
into its place.”

‘‘And you can take us to the place?” asked
Cleanor.

‘“Certainly,’’ replied the girl.

““T must tell my friends,’ said Cleanor, ‘‘ what I
have heard. Wait while I go.”

In the course of a few minutes he returned with
Scipio and the centurion. At the latter's sugges-
tion the party provided themselves with torches,
and then proceeded, under Daphne’s guidance, to

the indicated spot. The stone was removed from its
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place, an operation which required so great an ex-
ertion of strength that there was something almost
miraculous in its having been accomplished before
by a decrepit old man and a girl. The priest, it was
clear, must have worked with frantic energy.

The first thing was to lower a burning torch. The
light revealed a depth which might be estimated at
some sixty or seventy feet. At the bottom there
was a stream which seemed, as far as could be esti-
mated from the sound, to be moving with some
rapidity. Judging from the height of the temple
above the level of the harbour, the water seemed to
be a land-spring which flowed into it some way be-
low the surface. The chance of recovering anything
dropped into such a place seemed remote, without
reckoning the very considerable chance of its being
irretrievably damaged.

Scipio was discussing with Cleanor and the centu-
rion the best method of proceeding, when Daphne’s
keen eyes discovered that something seemed to be
resting on a ledge that projected from the side of
the well some twenty feet below the surface. What
it was could not be seen, but it was obviously worth
investigating. The only way of doing this was to
lower someone with ropes, and Cleanor, who was
lighter than either of the Romans, volunteered for
the service. After some delay, ropes of adequate
strength were obtained, Cleanor was lowered to the
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spot, and the missing treasure, for the object which
Daphne had descried was nothing less, was recov-
ered.

‘The Roman Commonwealth,” said Scipio, mak-
ing a polite obeisance, ‘‘owes very much to this
young lady.”

CHAPTER XXVIII
THE END OF CARTHAGE

HE younger Scipio lost no time in handing over
the precious volume which had been so nearly
lost, and so fortunately recovered, to the general,
reporting, of course, the circumstances of its rescue.
At the same time he described the relation in which
Daphne and her mother stood to Cleanor, and hinted
that his friend seemed to have a keener interest in
the girl than a young man would ordinarily feel for
his foster-sister.

“This is not the place for women,” said the elder
Scipio, ‘‘and the sooner these two are out of it, the
better. Now, what is to be done?”

‘*Would not my Aunt Cornelia! receive them for
a time if you could contrive to send them to her?”

1 Cornelia, the ‘ mother of the Gracchi,” was the elder daughter of Scipio
Africanus the Elder. The young Scipio of my story, who is, I may say, an
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“‘ An excellent idea, my Lucius!’ cried the gen-
eral. ‘‘It shall be done, and by good luck, there is
opportunity this very day. Iam sending off a gal-
ley with despatches for the Senate and some private
letters of my own. Lollius is in command, and
there is not a more trustworthy man in the fleet.
I will put the women into his charge. And I will
write to my mother—she will still be in Rome when
the galley arrives—and ask her to give them hospi-
tality. We must hope that my cousin, Tiberius,
will not fall in love with the damsel. Is she beau-
tiful ?””

“As beautiful a girl as ever I saw. But you need
not be alarmed. Iam pretty sure that the young
lady will not have a look ora thought for anyone
in Italy.”

‘“‘T will send an orderly to Cleanor to explain, and
leave him to arrange the business. So that is set-
tled. Now for public matters. Yesterday I opened
the sealed instructions which I brought with me
when I left Rome, and which J was not to read till
Carthage was taken. They are, as I feared, to the

imaginary character, but is supposed to belong toa younger generation than
Scipio Africanus the Younger, the conqueror of Carthage, would therefore
be her great-nephew. Scipio himself was her nephew by adoption (being
the adopted son of her brother) and her first cousin by blood. (He was a son
of Aimilius Paulus, and she was the daughter of Aimilius Paulus’s sister.)
He was also her son-in-law. Her elder son, Tiberius, was born in 163 B.c., and
was therefore seventeen at this time; the younger, Caius, was about nine.
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effect that the city is to be razed to the ground.’
Now, I make no secret to anybody—in any case I
should speak openly to you—that this policy is not
to my liking. I don’t like the principle of it. If it
were being done with a view to the future safety of
Rome, I should still hesitate, thinking it to be, even
in that view, a policy of doubtful advantage. But
this is not the motive. Itis the doing of the capi-
talists and the traders. They want to destroy every
port but those which they can dominate themselves,
and so to get all the trade of the world into their
own hands. We shall see the same thing—mark
my words—over again at Corinth; and Rome will
have the disgrace of having destroyed, and it may
be in one year, two of the great capitals of the
world. I hate such doings, and I don’t care who
knows it. Still, the thing has to be done. But
there are matters to be arranged first. One thing
IT have made up my mind about, and happily the
Senate leaves it to my discretion. I have a free
hand in dealing with the spoil, with a general pro-
viso that Iam to consult, as in my judgment may
seem best, the interests of the Commonwealth.
Whatever there is of real value that can be given
back to its rightful owners shall be given back.
Now, Carthage has for three hundred years and
more been robbing the Greek cities in Sicily. She
has had, at one time or other, pretty nearly every
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one of them except Syracuse in her power. The gold
and silver that she has taken from them are gone
beyond remedy, but the works of art remain, and
can be given back. I have taken some trouble to
inquire into the matter, and I have got a list here,
which has been made up for me in Sicily, of some
of the chief things that we may expect to find.
Some may have been lost; some may have fallen
into private hands and disappeared—the history of
some of the specimens goes back, I hear, a long
time. Well, I have appointed yourself, Lucius,
and two other officers with you to inquire into this
matter. See which of these things you can find,
and report tome. Most of the Sicilian cities that
are interested in the matter have sent envoys to the
eamp, as I daresay you know. If you can find the
articles it will be easy enough, I do not doubt, to
find claimants.

The work of the commission proved to be one of
considerable magnitude. There were, it was found,
hundreds of works of art which bore in their ap-
pearance the manifest signs of a Greek origin.
The Phenician genius was not entirely barren in
the province of art. In some directions, on the
contrary, it was remarkably fertile. But it never
attained to, it did not even attempt, except in a
conventional and even grotesque fashion, the repre-
sentation of the human form. Any really graceful
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or even natural similitude of man or woman that.
was found in Carthaginian temple or house was cer-
tainly the spoil of some Greek city. Many of the
less important works were unknown ; about some
there was much doubt; their pedigree was uncer-
tain, sometimes through accident, sometimes
through fraud, for most of the impostures known
to the modern world of art are inheritances from
the ancient.

But there were some famous treasures about
which there was no possibility of doubt. Such was
the Artemis of Segesta, one of the noblest figures
that ancient sculpture produced. It was colossal in
size, and yet retained in a singular degree the deli-
cacy of girlish beauty. The figure was represented
with a quiver richly gilded hanging from the
shoulder ; the left hand carried a bow; in the right
was a burning torch, which imitated, with a fidelity
that would hardly have been thought possible in
marble, the contours of flame. The envoys from
Segesta positively wept with joy when they found
themselves in possession of the long-lost treasure of
their city.

In a very different style of art, the characteristic
product of a later and more reflective age, was the
figure of the poet Stesichorus, carried away by the
Carthaginians when they destroyed the city of
Himera, and now about to be restored to the towns-
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people of Therme, which occupied its site and in-
herited its traditions. The poet was represented as
an old man, frail and stooping, with one hand hold-
ing abook. The whole expression was admirably
suited to the serious character of his verse.

But the most celebrated of all the art treasures
now about to return to their proper homes was the
Bull of Agrigentum. The Agrigentines regarded
this figure with a reverence that was very surpris-
ing, seeing how it recalled a time of discreditable
servitude. Scipio happened to come in when the
precious possession was made over to them, and
could not help improving the occasion.

‘‘This is, I understand, the monstrous invention
of one of your own citizens,” he said. ‘‘ He made it
for your tyrant Phalaris; it was to be heated from
underneath, and the groans of the victims inclosed
in it pleased the brutal caprice of that monster of
cruelty, by imitating, as he thought, the bellowings
of a bull. I do not know which was most to be con-
demned, the servility of the artist or the cruelty of
the tyrant. Do you not think, men of Agrigentum,
that you have happily exchanged the brutality of
your own citizens, whom you suffered thus to lord
it over you, for the justice and clemency of the
Roman people ?”’

While this business was being completed, the
work of collecting the general spoil of the city had
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been going on briskly. Scipio had dealt liberally -
with the troops in this matter. Some generals in
similar circumstances, whether from anxiety for
their own enrichment or from zeal to make as large
a profit as possible for the public purse, overreach
themselves. They exact too much from the men,
and thus they are habitually deceived. Scipio was
personally disinterested in a remarkable degree,
and he did not care to be greedy on account of the
treasury. Simple and well-defined rules were laid
down for the conduct of the troops. There were
certain things which a man might keep for himself,
if he brought other things into a common stock. At
the end of seven days the fiat of destruction which
had gone out against Carthage was to be executed.
A body of men was detailed for the purpose. Com-
bustibles were disposed in various parts of the city,
and at a fixed time these were to be kindled.

“Well,” said the young Scipio to Cleanor as they
stood together after superintending the embarkation
of the last cargo of statues and pictures destined
for Sicily, ‘well, the last act of the drama is nearly
over. Shall we go to see the final scene together ?”’

‘*T don’t know,”’ replied the young Greek. ‘‘I feel
half disposed to cover my head till it is all past.”

“T can understand,” said Scipio. ‘Still I can’t
see, after what has happened, that you owe much
sratitude to Carthage.”
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‘Perhaps not,’? was the answer. ‘‘Yet if was
all the country that Thad. And, anyhow, it is an
awful thing to see a city that once had her hopes,
and good hopes, too, of ruling the world, flare out
into nothing, like a piece of wood-shaving. How-
ever, I will come. To what place are you thinking
of going ?””

“To the citadel, or what was the citadel. The
chief told me that he should be there at sunset. I
must own that I am very curious to see how he
takes it. This, you must know, is not his doing.
His friends fought hard in the Senate against the
decree of destruction ; but the majority would have
it, and there was nothing for him but to carry it out.”

When the two friends reached the citadel the
chief was already there, surrounded by his staff,
his generals of division, and the chief officers of the
legions. The spectacle of the burning city was
magnificently terrible. The wind was blowing from
behind them, and rolled away the smoke in huge
volumes towards the sea. Now and then it lulled,
and then a dense cloud covered the whole place,
save some tower or spire which rose here and there
out of it. As the light rapidly failed, for the sun
was just setting when the two friends reached the
height, the heavy smoke clouds became more and
more penetrated with a fiery glow, and this again
grew into one universal, all-embracing blaze of












*“SCIPIO, THROWING HIS TOGA OVER HIS FACE, BURST INTO A
PASSION OF TEARS”
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light, as the flames gained a more commanding.
hold on the doomed city. Everything was as
plainly to be seen as if it had been noonday. All
the while a confused roar came up to the height
where the spectators stood, varied now and then by
the tremendous crash of some huge structure falling
in sudden ruin to the earth.

The general stood intently watching the scene,
but without a word, and the group surrounding
him, overawed by the solemnity of his mood, main-
tained a profound silence, broken only by some
almost involuntary cry, when a burst of fiercer
flame rose to the heavens. When the second watch
was about half spent'—tfor the hours had seemed to
pass as minutes, so overpowering was the interest
of the spectacle—he turned away. Some awful
vision of the future seemed to reveal itself to his
soul. He caught Polybius by the hand and said :

‘“Will anyone do for Rome what I have been
doing for Carthage ?”’

And as he turned away he was heard to murmur
to himself the line in which Hector, touched in the
midst of his triumph by a dark prevision of the
future, foretold the fall of his country :

‘
Then, throwing a fold of his toga over his face,
Scipio burst into a passion of tears.

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CHAPTER XXIX

AT DELOS

LEANOR gladly accepted the warm invitation
of the young Scipio again to become his guest.
For the present the Greek’s plans were uncertain.
His most definite idea was to follow Theoxena and
her daughter to Italy as soon as possible. It had
been arranged that the two women should depart
on the following day. He would have to look for
his own passage to the favour of the general; all
that he could do, therefore, was to hold himself in
readiness to depart as soon as the opportunity
should offer.

The day was not to pass, however, without giving
quite a new aspect to the future. The two friends
had been exchanging experiences, and were just
thinking of sleep, when Polybius entered the tent.
After greeting Cleanor—whom he had not seen
since they had parted in Egypt—in the kindest way,
not, however, without a smiling rebuke for the trick
which he had played, he explained his errand.

‘“‘T am going,’’ he said, ‘‘as soon as is possible to
Greece, where things are in a critical condition, and
I want you to go withme. I come direct from the
general, who has puta ship of war at my service,
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and who fully approves of your accompanying me.
I was, he said, to tell you this from him. He also
gave me another message for you. He wants you
to give what help you can in the translation of this
great book on Agriculture. There will be a com-
mittee appointed to carry it out, and you are to be
on it if it pleases you. But that will wait, any-
how, for a few months. The affair in Greece will
not wait; the sooner we get there the better, if we
are to do any good.”

Nothing could have been more to Cleanor’s mind
than this proposal, and he promised to be ready to
depart as soon as he was wanted. Accordingly, the
very next day, after bidding Theoxena and her
daughter an affectionate farewell in the morning,
he himself embarked about sunset with Polybius.
For some time the voyage was fairly prosperous, if
not very rapid. The wind came mostly from the
north, with a touch of east in it. The ship had
but a poor crew of rowers, and its sailing capacities
were small. Ifthe wind had more than one point
from the east the sails had to be hauled down and
the oars resorted to.

On the tenth day there came a change in the
weather. The wind shifted suddenly to the south-
west. This change was at first hailed with delight
by everyone on board; by the rowers, who were
rejoiced to be set free from their toil, by the pas-
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sengers, who were beginning to be impatient of
their tedious progress. Buta wind from the south-
west has always something dangerous about it. At
daybreak a steady breeze, it grew before night into
something like a gale, and it was accompanied by
weather so thick that, failing any observation of
either sun or stars, the captain lost his reckoning
entirely.

After two days of this alarming uncertainty the
weather cleared only just in time, as everyone on
board saw plainly enough, to save the ship from a
catastrophe. About three miles to the north the
cliffs of Malia! could be seen, crowned by the fa-
mous Temple of Apollo, whose gilded roof showed
itself when it was touched, from time to time, by
some passing gleam of sunshine. On their right
the cliffs of Cythera were visible. This was satis-
factory in a way, but the plan of the voyage, which
was to make for the western end of the Corinthian
Gulf, had failed. The wind was blowing far too
strongly to allow the captain to attempt a north-
western course. He had, therefore, no alternative
but to let it carry him up the Mgean. What had
been lost was the safe and easy passage up tlhe
quiet landlocked waters of the gulf, and with it
the certainty of reaching Corinth at or near the
appointed time.

1 Still called by the same name, at the south-east extremity of the Morea.
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After a few hours the weather again changed for
the worse. The clouds came lower, the wind rose.
When night came all that the captain and the crew
knew of their whereabouts was that they were not
far from Melos, of which they had just caught a
glimpse in dangerous proximity, on their larboard
bow. Melos, they Knew, was not by any means on
their straight. course to Corinth. They were, in-
deed, being blown out of this more and more as time
went on. The best they could hope for was that
they might not be dashed on one of the rugged and
inhospitable islands and islets with which the south-
western Augean was so thickly studded.

All night they scudded before the wind under one
small sail, just enough to give some steering power
to the rudder. More than once they heard the
crash of unseen breakers on some unseen shore, and
turned their course away from the warning sound.
With the morning came another welcome change
of weather. The wind dropped almost instantane-
ously; the sky cleared till not a cloud could be
seen, and the sea, though the long rollers witnessed
its recent agitation, settled rapidly into calm.

About two miles to the north, yet seen so distinctly
through the clear atmosphere of early spring that it
seemed almost within a stone’s-throw, lay a small
island which Cleanor recognized at the first glance.
Only one place in the world brought together so
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closely, within so small a space yet on a scale so
magnificent, the two great elements of Greek life,
commerce and religion. On the low-lying land of the
west coast was to be seen the town of Delos, with its
thickly clustered dwellings. Almost, as it seemed,
among these rose a forest of masts, for Delos was a
mart of exchange for the trade of the Mediterranean,
and the trade of the Mediterranean was practically
the trade of the civilized world. Close behind the
town, inal] the splendour of its white Parian marble,
rose the famous temple of the tutelary god of the
isle, Phoebus Apollo, while nestling beside it were
the smaller shrines of his twin sister Phabe or
Artemis and of Aphrodite. Behind these again was
the hill of Cynthus, its steep declivity clothed with
trees, among which gleamed here and there the white
shining walls of buildings both sacred and secular.

‘“‘Delos!”’ cried the captain ; ‘‘ well, it might have
been worse, and if we can only get out of the har-
bour as easily and quickly as it seems likely we shall
get into it, we shall have nothing to complain of.”

‘‘ Here,” cried Cleanor to Polybius, as they stood.
side by side on the galley’s deck, ‘here is one of
my dreams come to pass! I have always desired to
see Delos, and here itis. Truly, here Greece is still
to be seen in all its glory.”

Polybius smiled somewhat bitterly. ‘There is
very little of Greece, I fear, about Delos nowadays.”
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‘But it belongs to Athens surely,’ broke in the.
young Greek, ‘“‘just as it did in the best times of
Greece.”

“Yes, it belongs to Athens,”’ replied his friend ;
‘“‘if that means that Athenian coin is circulated
there, and the government is carried on in the name
of the Athenian people. But Delos is Roman for
all practical purposes. As for the Delians them-
selves, they were all deported twenty years ago, and
this time unfortunately Apollo did not interfere.t
No, my dear friend, it is only the past of Delos that
belongs to Greece, and that happily no power on
earth can take from her. That, thank the gods, we
can still enjoy.”’

Some hours were pleasantly spent by the two
friends in examining the sights of the place. Po-
lybius had been there two or three times before;
Cleanor, who knew every reference to the sacred
island—from the young palm-tree to which Ulysses
compared the fair Nausicaa onwards—was prepared.
thoroughly to enjoy the guidance of so intelligent a
companion. Later on in the day they strolled
through the business town. Evidently it was a thriv-
ing place. The docks were crowded with ships, the

1 The inhabitants of Delos were sent away from their island by the Roman
government in 167 B.c. The Athenians had done exactly the same thing in
422 B.c., but the oracle of Delphi had warned them that they must be brought
back, and this was accordingly done some time afterwards.

al
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wharves covered with merchandise of every kind,
from the spices of the East to the ivory brought by
African hunters from the great forests of the South.
But there was little or nothing Greek about it. Two
out of three among the huge factories which lined
the harbour-side belonged to Roman traders. The
others belonged to merchants of Tyre, of Antioch,
of Joppa, of Alexandria, but it was the exception
to find a Greek name among them. Cleanor could
not help confessing to himself that another illusion
was gone. The most famous seat of Greek life,
whether sacred or secular, had passed into the power
of the stranger.

The anxiety of the travellers to get to their jour-
ney’s end was increased by all that they heard in
the island. It was clear, by all accounts, that the
fate of Corinth was imminent. But, much against
their wills, their stay was prolonged. The ship had
received so severe a buffeting during its voyage from
Carthage that it could not be said to be seaworthy.
It had to be laid up in dock and repaired. And
then, when it was pronounced ready for sea, the
weather made it absolutely impossible to start.
The captain had been only too prescient when he
doubted whether they should be able to get out of
the harbour as easily as they got in.

There was, indeed, much to be seen in Delos,
which was then at the height of its prosperity, and
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adorned with the offerings which the piety of more |
than five hundred years had heaped upon it. But
Polybius and his companion were so impatient to
reach their destination that the time seemed to hang
heavily on their hands. Disturbing rumours, too,
were current about the policy which Rome was
likely to pursue at Corinth. That the city would
speedily be captured was considered certain, and
there were ominous conjectures as to its probable
fate. One day the friends had accepted an invita-
tion to dinner from Diagoras, the Athenian gov-
ernor of the island, and Corinth was naturally the
principal subject of conversation. What Diagoras
had to say was alarming in the extreme.

‘‘-You have come from Carthage,’ he said. ‘‘ Well,
what you have seen there you will see again at
Corinth. The capitalists and the commercial party
have it all their own way at Rome now, and their
policy is, of course, monopoly. Every trade rival
must be put out of the way. Carthage has been de-
stroyed. That was not, as you know, the doing of
the nobles. Scipio and his friends were strongly
against it. The capitalists carried it in the Senate,
partly by their own votes, partly by the votes which
they practically bought. I could tell you the men
—and some of their names would surprise you—
‘whose votes were purchased, and I could tell you
the price that was paid for them. The same thing
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has happened over and over again. Listen to this.
I must not tell you the name of my correspondent,
but his authority is beyond all doubt:

““¢ The vote has gone as I expected. Corinth is to
perish. The division was closer than in the Car-
thage affair, for the crime—I can calt it nothing
less —is more scandalous and more unprovoked.
Carthage was once formidable, though she has long
ceased to be so; Corinth never could have caused a
moment s fear to Rome. Itis simply the case of a
trader burning down a rival s warehouse.’

‘*This letter I received last night,’ the governor
continued, ‘‘and it appears to have been delayed on
the way. The Senate’s instructions to Mummius—
itis he that is in command at Corinth, and a very
different man from your Scipio, I fancy—must have
reached him by this time.”

“Then we are too late,’ said Polybius, with a
groan.

“Yes,” replied the governor, ‘‘though I do not
see what you could have done even if you had not
been delayed. All that will be in your power will
be to help individuals. I should recommend you,
by the way, to go to Athens first, and get a safe-
conduct and letters of introduction from the Roman
agent there. These will make your task easier.”
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Two or three days after this conversation the .
travellers were able to make a start.
breeze from the east carried them out of the har-
bour, and took them quickly to their journey’s
end.

CHAPTER XXX

CORINTH

HE news that met the travellers when they ar-
rived at Athens was as bad as their worst fears

had anticipated. The whole city was in mourning.
One of her sister states—after herself the most
splendid, and wealthy beyond anything to which
she could pretend—had perished, and Athens, more
generous than her rival had been in former days,
grieved unfeignedly for her fate.’ It was a lamenta-
ble story of rashness, incapacity, and cowardice
that Polybius and Cleanor had to listen to, and
they heard it in full detail from a young soldier
who had himself taken part in the campaign. At
first the young man could hardly be persuaded to
speak, so heartily ashamed was he of the conduct
of his countrymen. At last, assured of the sympa-

1Jn 404 3.c., when the Spartans and their allies had captured Athens,
Corinth voted for the total destruction of the city.
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thetic temper of his hearers, he related a narrative,
of which it will be sufficient for me to give an out-
line.

‘““T was one of the aides-de-camp to the general of
the year, Critolatis. Did you know him?”

*“Yes,”’ said Polybius, ‘‘only too well; a more
incompetent fool never ruined the affairs of a state.”

‘*Well,’’ said the young soldier, ‘he has paid
for his folly. Early in this year we marched out of
our winter-quarters near Corinth to attack Heraclea
in Thessaly, which had declared itself out of the
League. We had just sat down before the town
when news came that the Roman army was ap-
proaching. Immediately there was a scuttle. The
general did not wait to hear what was the force of
the enemy, but was off at once. Some of his officers
begged him to make a stand at Thermopyle. We
were not all of us such curs as he. There really
was a chance of holding the pass till we could get
any help that might be forthcoming. Anyhow, it
was a place where a Greek might. fight with the
best hope and die with the most honour. But the
general had no wish to fight, much less to die. He
hurried through Thermopylae, thinking to get back
to the intrenched camp at Corinth in which we had
wintered ; but Metellus—he was in command of the
Romans—was too quick for us. He overtook us

1The Achzan League.
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when we had got about twenty miles from Ther-
mopyle, and there was a battle—if you may call it -
a battle, when one side charges and the other runs
away. The Thebans, it is true, held their ground.
They may call the Thebans stupid, but they are
wonderfully good soldiers. Yet what was the good
of one corps standing firm when there was no one
to back it up? As for Critolatis, no one knows
what became of him. He galloped off as soon as
the Roman troops came in sight, and he has never
been seen from that day to this.

‘Well, nothing was left of the army but afew
scattered troops and companies, and many of these
were cut up, or taken prisoners one by one. Iam
bound. to say that the Romans behaved very well.
They offered quarter to anyone who would lay
down his arms, and safety to every state that
would submit. It was more than could be ex-
pected, for really they could have imposed any
terms that they pleased. But our chiefs, led by
Dizeus, who had succeeded Critolatis, were bent on _
securing their own lives. They were afraid that on
some pretext they would be excepted in any am-
nesty that might be offered, and so they went on
fighting. Diseus made a levy en masse of the whole
population, and, besides, armed twelve thousand
slaves, if you may call it arming a man to give him
a blunt sword and a spear with a cracked shaft.
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Money he raised in any way he could; first he con-
fiscated the property of all who belonged to the
peace party, and made up what was wanting—and
a good deal was wanting —by robbing his own
friends. He took up his position on the Isthmus,
close to what is left of the wall built in the Persian
time.t. Everything went badly from the first. Our
vanguard was near Megara, and, of course, we ex-
pected that it would make a stand, so as to give us
a little time. It had a strong position which it
might have held for at least three or four days.
Well, it fled without so much as striking a blow.

“¢ After this, Metellus, who really behaved in the
most moderate way, gave Diseus a chance. He sent
envoys to offer terms, really liberal terms, too,
which it would have been no dishonour for people
much better off than we were to accept. To make
them more acceptable, as he thought, these envoys
were Greeks, men of the highest character. But
our general would not listen to them. Not only
that, but he charged them in the public assembly
with being traitors, and they were all but killed in

1 It was the favourite plan of the Peloponnesian states in the Persian war
to fortify the Isthmus and leave all Northern Greece at the mercy of the
Persians; but this plan was abandoned owing to the declaration of the
Athenians that, if it was persisted in, they would make terms with the Per-
sians. A wall, of course, would have been useless, if the fleet of the enemy
were free to land an army wherever it pleased. ‘Ihe work, however, was
begun, though never completed.
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the riot that followed. Then we had yet another
shance. Philo the Thessalian, than whom there is
no man more honoured in Greece, came with con-
ditions for an arrangement. Some of the general’s
own party were convinced. Old Stratius, who has
never been a friend to Rome, as you know, actually
grovelled on the ground, and caught Dizeus by the
knees, entreating him to give way. But it was all
of no use. Philo had to go away without accom-
plishing anything. Im fact, all this seemed only to
make the man more furious. He had some of his
own officers brought before a court-martial on the
charge of being in communication with the enemy.
Their real fault was that they had been imprudent
enough to show that they were in favour of peace.
One of them was found guilty and put to the tort-
ure. He bore it, I was told, without saying a
word. Two others escaped with their lives, but
only by paying a bribe—one a talent, the other
forty mine, for the man was as greedy as he was
cruel, and he went on robbing and murdering with
the sword within a foot of his own neck.

‘‘Then we had another reprieve. There was a
change of generals in the Roman army. Mummius,
who had crossed from Italy, took over the command
from Metellus. While new arrangements were
being made the Romans sat still, and Dizeus took
the notion into his head that they were beginning to
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be afraid of us. Then there happened some small
affair of outposts in which our cavalry got the best
of it. It was but a trifle, not more than half a dozen
men killed or wounded on either side, but it elated
our chief beyond all measure. First he sent envoys
to offer terms to the Romans. They were to evacu-
ate Greece, and give hostages as guarantee that
they would not return. If they did this, Dieus
would allow them to depart in safety. It was the
act of a madman, and, of course, Mummius did not
even condescend to send back an answer.

‘* But it was a good thing for me. JI, you see, was
one of the envoys, and I did not go back with them.
It was quite enough for me to go through the Roman
camp, and see the admirable order and discipline,
not to speak of the number of men, to feel sure that
we had not the shadow of a chance. I frankly told
the Roman general, who seems a kind-hearted man,
though somewhat of a boor, how I was situated. I
was really serving under compulsion, a sort of host-
age for my father, who is a leader of the peace party,
and as he was out of danger now, living as he did
in Northern Greece, and so not within reach of the
League, I felt free to leave, without having to feel
myself a deserter. The general was very kind, and
advised me to leave the seat of war, where, indeed,
it would have been painful for me to stay, whatever
might happen. Accordingly I came to Athens;
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that is why I have the pleasure of seeing you to-
day.”’ fi

‘‘ And what has happened since ?”’ asked Polyb-
ius.

‘“‘A despatch came in yesterday. Everything
has gone as I expected. The League generals were
as rash at the end as they were timorous at the
beginning. They offered battle to the Romans
though these were twice as strong in actual num-
bers, not to speak of being vastly superior in disci-
pline and quality generally. The cavalry turned
and fled without waiting to cross swords with the
enemy. The infantry, who were mostly Thebans,
behaved better, but the number of the enemy told
against them. They were outflanked and broken.
After that, of course, all was over. The general
wrote that he held back his troops from the pur-
suit.”

“And Diszus, what of him?’’ asked Polybius.
‘ Greece sinned against the gods that she should be
cursed with having such fellows put in authority
over her ?”’

“Nothing was known of what happened to him.
But his body was not found among the dead.”

‘Polybius and his companion were kept for three
days longer in Athens, the Roman commissioner
refusing them a permit to pass to the front. Mum-
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mius was still before the city. Till he had entered
it the presence of strangers in the camp was con-
sidered to be inconvenient. Late in the evening
of the third day a despatch arrived from him,
dated from the citadel of Corinth. He explained
that no resistance had been offered by the Greek
army ; but that, finding it difficult to believe that
so strong a place could be given up without some
attempt at defence, he had waited till he could be
sure that no stratagem was intended. The city,
he added, was perfectly quiet ; all the leaders of the
hostile army had either fallen in battle or were
prisoners in his hands. Digwus was reported to
have fled into Arcadia, and to have there committed
suicide along with his wife, but the report was not
at present confirmed.
The Roman commissioner immediately on receiv-
ing this news sent the desired permission to Polyb-
ius, and the two friends, who had everything in
readiness for their journey, started at once. Travel-
ling all night, they reached Corinth, which was not
more than thirty miles from Athens, shortly after
dawn. The city presented a most lamentable ap-
pearance. The great market-place, and all the
other squares and open spaces were thronged with
a helpless and miserable crowd of men, women, and
children, of all ages and all ranks, doomed to the
cruellest lot that humanity can endure. The Sen-








A CORINTHIAN NOBLEMAN BEING SOLD AS A SLAVE IN THE
MARKET-PLACE
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ate and People of Rome, provoked, it must be
allowed, to the utmost, by the insolence and folly
of the Corinthians, had passed the savage decree
that the whole population of the city should be sent
to the slave-market.

The horrible business had already begun. The
wretched victims had been divided into lots accord- -
ing to sex and age. The questor’s clerks— the
queestor, it may be explained, was the officer who
had charge of finance—were busy noting down par-
ticulars, and the loathsome crew of slave-dealers
and their assistants, foul creatures that always fol-
lowed close on the track of a Roman army, were
appraising the goods which were soon to be offered
for competition. Nobles of ancient houses, mer-
chants, who but a month before could have matched
their riches with the wealthiest capitalists of Rome,
the golden youth of the most luxurious city of the
world, and, saddest of all, delicate women, whose
beauty had been jealously guarded even from sun
and wind, stood helplessly exposed to the brutal
gaze and yet more brutal handling of Egyptian and
Syrian slave-dealers, barbarians to whom in the
haughty pride of their Hellenism, they would
scarcely have conceded the title of man.

Cleanor recognized among the victims several
whose acquaintance he had made during his brief
sojourn in Corinth during the previous year. The
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contrast between their present degradation and
the almost insolent pride of their prosperous days
touched him to the heart. The emotion of Polybius
was even more profound. Some of these men were
lifelong friends. He had sat by their side at the
council; he had been a guest at their hospitable
tables. Some of them bore names associated with
the greatest glories of Greece. To see them exposed
for sale like so many sheep or oxen was a thing
more strange and more horrible than he could have
conceived to be possible.

Not less strange, if less harrowing, was the spec-
tacle which presented itself to the two friends when
they reached that quarter of the city in which the
Roman soldiery had bivouacked. One of the first
things that they saw was a group of soldiers off
duty busy with a game of hazard. For the conven-
ience of having a level surface on which to throw
the dice they had stretched a canvas on the ground.
Polybius, whose eye was caught by what looked
like a figure on this improvised dice-table, ap-
proached and looked over the shoulder of one of
the players to examine it more closely. He started
back in amazement and horror.

‘*“Great Zeus!” he cried, ‘‘what do you think it
is, Cleanor, that these fellows have laid there to
throw their dice upon? Why, it is one of the finest
pictures in the world! It is the ‘Dionysus’ of
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Aristides! The city, I have been told, gave twenty
talents for it to the artist, and, to my certain knowl-_
edge, might have sold it over and over again for
twice as much, if not more. Look at it. Did you
ever see anything finer? See how the god is fling-
ing himself from his car! See with what surprise
Ariadne is turning to look at him!. And the throng
of nymphs and satyrs! Did you ever behold such
variety, such energy, such grace? And these bar-
barians are using it for a dice-table!”’

‘‘Hush,”’ said Cleanor, warningly. ‘‘They may
be barbarians, but they are our masters, and it is
prudent to be civil.”’

Close by was another group which was amusing
itself in precisely the same way. The picture was
not, if is true, so famous a master-piece as the
‘* Dionysus;’’ it was the ‘‘ Hercules”’ of Polygnotus,
but it was a work of art which meant a modest
fortune to anyone who had had the luck to possess
himself of it. As for the purpose which it was then
serving, a table of gold would not have been so
inappropriately costly. Anomalies of the same
kind could be seen everywhere. Coverlets of the
richest Tyrian purple, tapestries worked with fig-
ures as graceful and delicate as the most skilful
brush of the painter could make them, embroidered
robes that Pallas might have worked or Aphrodite
worn, the treasures brought from the harems of
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Eastern kings, lay about to be trampled under the
feet of Apulian herdsmen, Sabine ploughmen, and
Campanian vine-dressers. To these sturdy peasants,
ignorant of all arts but the soldier’s, they were but
gaudy-coloured cloths which might be put, in de-
fault of something more convenient, to the meanest
purposes.

‘“Great Zeus!’ cried Polybius, as he looked on
the scene, ‘‘ what a waste! It is better that any-
one should have these treasures than that they
should be wasted in this fashion. Let us see
Mummius and give him an idea of what is going
on.”

CHAPTER XxXxXI
MUMMIUS

CIPIO had furnished Polybius with a letter ad-
dressed to Mummius, who, as one of the con-
suls of the year, was likely, sooner or later, to take
command of the forces that were to operate against
Corinth. Thanks to this he found no difficulty in
obtaining for himself and Cleanor access to the
great man. He had also the advantage of having
made the consul’s acquaintance during his sojourn
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in Italy. Mummius was a ‘‘new man,”’! one of the
class which their enemies describe as upstarts, their ”
friends as ‘‘self-made men.’ He was rude and un-
cultured, with just so much education as enabled
him to spell through a state document and sign his
name. But if he was ignorant and unrefined, on
the other hand he was honest, a plain man who did
his duty up to his light, not given either to self-in-
dulgence or greed, and humane at least up to the
Roman average.

The friends found him immersed in business, a
kind of business, too, with which he was wholly
unfitted to deal. This, however, did not prevent
him greeting Polybius in friendly fashion, and
speaking a few words of welcome to Cleanor.

‘What can I do for you, gentlemen?” he asked,
when these salutations had been exchanged.

Polybius briefly described what he had seen, and
suggested that some steps should be taken to put a
stop to this waste of valuable property.

“This sort of thing is quite beyond me!” ex-
claimed the consul in some irritation. ‘I don’t
understand what you mean by these treasures of
art. However, I will see to it. ButI have done
a good stroke of business for the treasury. There
are hundreds of statues about the city, which, in-

1A novus homo was one who could not reckon among his ancestors any-

one who had risen to the rank of consul or praetor.

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deed, is fairly blocked up with them. What they
eould want with so many I can’t conceive. As for
being statues of great men, as they tell me, I can
hardly believe it. Why, the whole country is not
a quarter of the size of Italy, and we haven’t a half
or anything like a half. But as to the statues.
The agents of King Kumenes of Pergamus were
here yesterday, and gave me five thousand sesterces
apiece for the pick of a hundred statues. That
makes a fine sum of money, more than a knight's
qualification, as you know.’’!

“Five thousand apiece! is that all?” cried Po-
lybius. ‘‘I don’t know, of course, what the stat-
ues were, but Iam pretty sure that King Eumenes
would send an agent who knew what he was about.
And if he had the first pick, I should say that the
king has made the best bargain that he ever made
in his life. Five thousand, indeed! It would not
have been a bad stroke of business, I should say, if
he had paid fifty thousand. I know that he gave
double that to Diagoras of Rhodes for Myron’s
Dancing Faun.”

‘*You astonish me,’’? said Mummius. ‘‘I never
dreamt of such sums. Why, at Interamna—my
native place, you know—they put up a statue of

1 Five thousand sesterces would be £40, 7s, 1d., and the total price paid
would bea little over £4,000; the property qualification of a knight was
£3,600.
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my father, twice the size of life, and the sculptor
thought himself very well paid with five thousand ~
sesterces, the town finding the stone. But I sup-
pose you know all about these things. However, I
have passed my word, and I can’t go back from my
bargain. But the king didn’t get quite the pick, as
you call it. Isent Duilius, my questor, round the
city to look about him and choose a cargo of speci-
mens to send over to Rome. He told me that he
knew something about these matters. And he can
speak Greek, which is something.”

At this point of the conversation one of the con-
sul’s lictors knocked at the door and announced
that the transport contractors had called by ap-
pointment.

Polybius and his companion offered to go away.
‘s No,’ said Mummius, ‘“‘ there is nothing private,
and I have something else to say to you afterwards.
Bring them in,’’ he went on, speaking to the lictor.

The contractors were three in number, the owners
of as many transport ships. They had undertaken
to convey three ship-loads of statues to Rome. One
of them had a catalogue of these works of art, which
he handed to the consul. Mummius had anothercopy.

‘*Would you be good enough,”’ he said to Polyb-
ius, ‘‘to go over’ the list with these gentlemen.
You will tell me whether it is all right, and you
will see what sort of choice Duilius has made.”’
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The list contained some two hundred items in all,
and there was scarcely one of them which Polybius
did not Know or had not heard as being a master-
piece in its way. There were works amongst them
of all the famous sculptors of Greece, from Phidias
downwards—Polyclitus, Myron, Praxiteles, and the
masters of the Rhodian and the Pergamene schools.

‘““Well,’’? said the historian, when the list had
been carefully gone through, ‘‘ Duilius has done his
business very well. He has got the pick of the
treasures of Corinth. And King Eumenes, though
he has done exceedingly well, can hardly have made
the extravagantly good bargain that I thought.
Yes, this is a very fine list indeed.”

The consul’s face grew visibly brighter.

“That is good hearing,’ he cried. ‘I shat
have done so badly after all; but I wish very much
that I had seen you a little sooner. Now, my
friends,” he went on, addressing himself to the con-
tractors, ‘‘ you hear what this gentleman says. He
is a friend of mine, and knows all about these mat-
ters. You understand that you have a very valu-
able cargo. Are your transports water-tight and
seaworthy in every way ?”

“Certainly, sir,’ said the spokesman of the three.
“TJ don’t believe you could find better ships between
the Pillars and Tyre.”

‘“Well, I hope they are what you say. But mind
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this, you are answerable for the cargo. I paid your
price, and I expect you to do your work. Mind
this, if you lose them, you will replace them with
others just as good. Isn’t that fair, Polybius?”

‘Certainly, sir,” said the Greek, preserving a
quite masterly command of his countenance.

This business concluded, the consul went on:

“You have done me or tried to do me a good
turn; I only wish that you had come a few hours
sooner. Now TI should like to show you that Iam
grateful. You have heard, I suppose, of Disus?”

‘“Not a word, sir,” replied the historian, “except
that he disappeared after the battle.”

“Well,” said Mummius, ‘‘he is dead. He poi-
soned himself at some place in Arcadia. His prop-
erty, of course, is confiscated. Iam told that there
are about thirty talents of silver and half a talent
of gold. ichaicuer the amount, half of it is at your
service.’

“T thank you, sir,’ returned Polybius, “but I
don’t care to enrich myself with what has belonged
to a countryman. Diseus was no friend of mine,
but I should not like it to be said that I have been
a gainer by his death.”

‘“You are an honest man,” cried the consul,
‘‘and I wish that there were more like you here,
and, for the matter of that,at Rome. But can I do
anything for you?”
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‘Yes, sir, you can,” said Polybius. ‘ Let me use
this money to redeem some of these poor creatures
who are to be sold. I know many of them; some I
may almost call friends. ‘It is heart-rending for one
who has seen them as they were to see them as they
are now.”’

‘“‘Good,” answered Mummius; ‘‘you shall have
the whole of the money, and I will tell the queestor
to see that it goes as far as possible. There shall be
no bidding against you. And now farewell; but
you and your young friend must dine with me to-
day.”

CHAPTER XXXII
THE SLAVE-DEALER

HE entertainment which the consul provided for
his guests was of the simplest and most frugal
kind, in curious contrast with the costly plate on
which it was served. His cook knew his tastes,
which were those of the Sabine farming folk from
whom he came, and catered for him accordingly ;
but the furnishing of the table was naturally that
of the place where he was quartered, the official
residence of the chief magistrate of Corinth, and
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this was filled with the finest specimens of the city’s
famous ware.!

The repast ended, the queestor, who had been one
of the guests, explained to Polybius what Mummius
had instructed him to do. “The consul,’’ he said,
‘‘has commissioned me to use forty talents of sil-
ver* in redeeming slaves. You are to drawup a
list, and as the sale begins the day after to-morrow,
you should lose no time in doing so. As to the
price, he has instructed the official agent to value
the persons selected, so they will not be actually
put up for sale. More than this the consul did not
feel he could do. ‘If I were to interfere with the
prices,’ he said, ‘I should be making a very dan-
gerous precedent. It must all be done on strict
business principles. A more scrupulously honour-
able man than Lucius Mummius does not live,
though it must be allowed that he does not know
much about art. However, you will have fairly
easy terms, I don’t doubt.”

“T am greatly obliged to you,” said Polybius.
“ And now there is another thing in which you can

1 This was made of an alloy known as Corinthian brass or bronze, and said
to have been composed of gold, silver, and copper. In later times it was be-
lieved to have been first made, and that by accident, at this very taking of
Corinth, when gold, silver, and other metals were found to have been melted
by the violent conflagration and to have run together; but it had been known
long before.

2 About £9,000.
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help me. My young friend here and I have been
talking the matter over, and we are agreed in want-
ing to do something more in the same direction.
He has been actually under the spear,'and I, though
IT have never gone through that experience, know
something of the bitterness of being at another
man’s bidding. Well, fate has dealt kindly with
both of us, and we both want to show our grati-
tude. Between us we can raise another forty talents,
and we want to use it in the same way. Our idea
is this: the money that comes from Dieus’ estate
should, we think, be used on the public account.
Our own we should employ as our private feelings
may suggest. In the list that I shall draw up for
the official agent I shall put the names of men whose
official standing, or services to their country, or any
other public reason, seem to call for their selection.
In regard to our own money, we shall consider pri-
vate friendship or acquaintance. Now, can you
help us in laying this out to the best advantage?”
The queestor reflected. ‘‘ You must not go,’ he
said, after a pause, ‘‘totheagent. I feel quite sure
that the consul would not like it. I do not see that
you can do anything better, or, indeed, anything
else than approach one of the slave-dealers. The
way of these sales, I may say of all sales, is pretty

1It was the Roman custom, and Polybius naturally uses Roman terms on
this occasion, to set up a spear when an a::ction was going on.
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much the same everywhere. There isa regular gang -
which has it all its own way. The members of it
don’t bid against each other, except where they
have a commission to purchase this or that lot.
But when an outsider tries to get anything for him-
self, they agree torun him up toa most extravagant
price. Yes, you must get one of the dealers to take
a friendly interest in you.”

‘*And whom do you recommend ?”’ asked Polyb-
ius.

‘That is not so easy to say,’’ replied the queestor.
‘They are not a nice lot, as I daresay you know.
Most of them would sell their own fathers and
mothers. It is not an improving occupation. But,
on the whole, I should recommend Judas the Jew.
He has principles; very queer principles they are,
but still they are something. Yes, Judas is your
man. One of my orderlies shall bring him to you
early to-morrow.”’

Early the next day, accordingly, Judas presented
himself, showing a curious contrast, with his slight,
wiry figure and keen, intelligent face, to the stoutly
built, stolid-looking soldier who accompanied him.

“Well, gentlemen, what can I do for you?’’ he
began. ‘‘There will be some bargains to be picked
up, I daresay. But the really good things always
fetch their price. There is never a glut of them.”

Polybius had drawn up a list, which he proceeded
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to hand to the Jew. He had put down the names,
and, as far as he knew or could guess them, the
ages of the persons whom he wished to purchase.
The Jew’s eyes opened wider and wider as he read
it.

‘But what,’ he asked, his astonishment over-
coming for the moment his usual somewhat servile
civility, ‘‘ what do you want with all these old men
and women? They can’t all be your fathers and
mothers, and uncles and aunts. Excuse me, gen-
tlemen,”’ he added, recovering himself, ‘‘ but this is
not the sort of commission I am in the habit of get-
ting from my customers.”

Polybius explained, to the best of his power, his
own and his friend’s motives. As the Jew listened
a gentler expression came into his face. ‘By the
God of my fathers!’’ he exclaimed, when the his-
torian had finished, ‘‘I have never come across such
a thing in my life. I don’t mean that I haven’t
known of sons buying back fathers and mothers
and that sort of thing, but this is quite outside my
experience. Well,’ he went on with a smile, ‘‘ you
will at all events find that your fancy won’t cost
you very dear. How much do you propose to

“spend 2”

Polybius named the sum. ‘‘ But, of course,’ he
added, ‘‘we must consider your commission. What
will that be on this amount ?”
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Judas meditated a while. ‘‘By Abraham, Isaac, .
and Jacob,’ he broke out after a time, ‘‘I won’t
take a drachma. I have been about the world in
this line of business for thirty years, and I have
never seen anything like it. I should not have sup-
posed it possible,” he muttered to himself in his own
language, ‘‘that these Gentile dogs should have
thought of sucha thing. Well, I must not shame
Father Abraham by behaving worse than they do.
No, gentlemen,” he went on, ‘‘I shall not charge
anything for commission. This is a quite uncom-
mon piece of business, and you must let me please
myself by inanaging it in my own way. Well, you
can get a whole ship-load of the old people for this
money. Some of the young men will be more expen-
sive. But the really costly articles are the young
women, and I don’t see one on your list. Depend

upon it, you shall have your money’s worth. There
are some of the meanest scoundrels in the world in
Corinth at this moment, but they know better than
to bid against Judas.”

When sundry details of business had been dis-
posed of, the old Jew grew very communicative
about his occupation. He had been a slave himself,
carried away by some Syrian marauders in his child-
hood from a village of Galilee. Bought by a sol-
dier, a captain in the army of the third Antiochus,
he had regained his liberty in the rout which fol-
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lowed the victory of Magnesia. After this had
come a period of service in the patriot armies raised
by the Maccabee brothers. In this he gained some
distinction, but he found himself destitute when a
severe wound received at the battle of Elaim com-
pelled him to give up the profession of arms. He
had no relative in the world; his native place had
absolutely perished. A countryman offered him a
clerk’s place. When he found that his new em-
ployer was a dealer in slaves he felt a strange thrill
of pleasure. He was to make his living out of the
miseries of these heathen who had marred.his own
life. To his own people he never ceased to be ten-
der and generous. To the rest of the world he
seemed to be absolutely callous and heartless. On
this occasion he related to his hearers experiences so
horrible that their blood ran cold at hearing them.
His comments on these were often curiously cyni-
cal. ‘‘ What a piece of folly it was that Flamininus
committed at Chelys!’’ he remarked, when some
chance had brought the conversation round to that
subject. Cleanor listened, we may be sure, with all
his ears, when he caught the name. ‘‘In a fit of
stupid passion he threw away at least fifty talents
of good money. Imagine the absolute idiocy of a
man who kills some scores of able-bodied men when
he might have sold them! What did he do it for?
For revenge? Didn’t he know that nine out of ten
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would far sooner have been killed than made slaves
of? Why, I always have to watch any spirited’
young fellow for the first month or so lest he should
slip out of my hands. After that they seem to lose
heart, and can’t even pluck up spirit enough to
stab themselves. Of course the order to kill is
never really carried out. The soldiers have a knack
of stunning those whom they seem to kill. I have
had some pretty cargoes of corpses who came to
life again when they were safely out of the way.
You give a soldier a hundred sesterces,! and you
get a stout young fellow whom you can sell for five
thousand.”’

Polybius and Cleanor had the satisfaction of see-
ing their efforts crowned with even more success
than they could have expected. The public agent
had taken a very liberal view of his duties, and the
Jew dealer had carried out his part of the business
with great success. Nearly seven hundred of the
oldest and most helpless victims of the siege were
restored to freedom. It was but a small fraction
of the miserable whole, but it was something to
have done. None of the rescued captives knew the
names of their benefactors, though somehow the
secret leaked out afterwards, but the friends felt
that their pains had been well bestowed and well
rewarded when they stood by and marked, un-

1 Something less than £1.
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marked themselves, the happiness which they had
been able to secure to their unfortunate compa-
triots.

If in this respect Polybius went, and was content
to go, without the praises of his countrymen, there
was another matter in the conduct of which he
deservedly won almost universal applause. Some
miserable sycophants—and sycophants were only
too common among the Greeks of the time—pro-
posed to Mummius that the statues of Philopeemen
should be thrown down. He had been always, they
alleged, an energetic opponent of Rome, and it was
a contradiction that monuments erected in his hon-
our should be permitted to stand now that Rome
had finally triumphed. The consul, who, to tell the
truth, had but the slightest acquaintance with ever
recent history, was at first impressed by the argu-
ment. This Philopcemen had been the chief of the
Achean League, and it was the Achzean League that
had defended, or tried to defend, Corinth against
him.

Polybius, who, of course, knew what was medi-
tated, begged to be allowed to defend the departed
patriot, and Mummius consented to hear him. A
kind of impromptu court was constituted. The con-
sul and his questor, with the legates or generals
of division, formed the bench of judges. Polybius,
who spoke with a depth of personal feeling that
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touched the hearts of all who heard him, delivered
a most eloquent and convincing apology for the
venerable man whom he had once been privileged
to call his friend. He allowed that Philopcemen had
struggled for the independence of Greece as long as
that independence was possible. What honest
Greek, he asked, could have done less? But he
had always been an honourable enemy, and as soon
as he saw that the true interests of his country de-
manded it he had always been a loyal ally. The
judges gave a unanimous verdict in his favour.

‘He was an honest man,’’ said the consul, with
emphasis. “ His statue shall remain standing here
and everywhere, whatever may be thrown down,
and as honest men are not too common, it shall be
set up in every city of Greece.”’

It was now time for the friends to part. Polybius
had received a commission from Rome to arrange
the affairs of the other cities of the Peloponnese,
and he would gladly have taken his young friend
with him in the capacity of secretary. But Cleanor
felt irresistibly called, and by more motives than
one, to Italy. There awaited him there an honour-
able and lucrative employment, which would be all
the more welcome because it was wholly remote
from the scenes, so full of painful associations,
through which he had passed during the last two
years of his life. This,as my readers will remember,
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was the translation of the famous treatise on Agri-
culture. And he never forgot for a moment that
Italy now contained the two beings who were dear-
est to him in the world. Corinth, which the savage
decree of the Senate had doomed to the flames, both
were anxious to leave without delay. They parted
on the deck of the Jno, the ship which carried
Polybius to Sicyon, the first city which he was to
visit in his official capacity, and which was to take
Cleanor further westward to Rome. ‘‘Farewell,’’
said Polybius. ‘‘I shall be busy with my history
when these affairs are settled. Remember that
you have promised to criticise it. I shall not like
to give it to the world till it has had your ap-
proval.””

CHAPTER XXXII
TO ITALY

HE Jno had a quick and prosperous voyage.
But though Cleanor arrived safely at his des-
tination, he learned, not without astonishment, that
he had been running a very considerable danger of
having a different ending to his travels. The Ro-
man Republic was extending her borders in every
direction, and was levelling to the dust the cities
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which had disputed with her the empire of the |
world, but she suffered herself to be insulted and
her citizens and allies to be maltreated by insig-
nificant enemies. While her legions and fleets were
winning great victories abroad, her own coasts were
harried by pirates. Near Ithaca the Jno picked up
a boat in which were three sailors reduced to the
last stage of exhaustion by hunger and thirst. The
poor fellows, who were almost unconscious when
they were taken on board, had a piteous story to
tell when they had recovered sufficient strength to
speak. They had been drifting about for nine
days, and were the survivors of a company of nine,
the crew of a trader of Patree which was bound
with a cargo of wine for Tarentum.

‘“We were overhauled,” said the captain, who
was one of the three, ‘‘ when we had accomplished
half our voyage, by a Cilician pirate galley. They
took what they wanted of my cargo, scuttled my
ship, and being, for some reason or other, in high
good-humour, instead of making us walk the plank,
as is their common custom, let us take our chance
in our boat, and even gave us a keg of water and
a bag of biscuits. This was my first venture on my
own account,” said the man, with tears in his eyes,
“Cand I have lost everything I had in the world.
We pay taxes to the Romans ; why don’t they keep

the seas safe for us ?”’
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‘““Why, indeed?” said the captain of the Jno.
‘‘Things are far worse now,” he continued, address-
ing himself to Cleanor, ‘‘than they were when I
first began to sail these seas some thirty years ago.
They used to be fairly well kept in those days by
the Rhodian ships. It was very seldom that the
pirates ever came west of Cyprus. But then Rhodes
began to go down the hill. She was ruined by
Delos being made a free port, and could not afford
to keep up her fleet. Since then things have been
going from bad to worse. You wouldn't believe,
sir, the things that have happened almost in the
sight of Rome. Two years ago half of a pretor’s
establishment was carried off as it was on its way
along the coast-road from Barium to Brundisium,
and it was only by good luck that they did not lay
hands upon the great man himself. He happened
to have gone on in advance instead of being be-
hind, as was usual. Perhaps if they had caught
him something might have been done.” As it is,
nobody seems to care.”’

The next day the Jno herself had what looked
like a narrow escape. At daybreak the look-out
man descried in the offing a craft of suspicious-
looking build, long, and low in the water. It was
then almost a dead calm, and if the stranger was a
pirate, as seemed only too likely, her long sweeps
would soon bring her dangerously near. ‘‘ We will
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have a fight for it,” said the captain, as he inspect-
ed his stock of arms.

Happily the occasion to use them never arrived.
A brisk breeze sprang up as the sun rose higher,
and the Zno, which was an excellent sailer, soon
left the strange ship far behind. The same evening
she was moored to one of the quays in the harbour
of Brundisium. By noon next day Cleanor was
well on his way along the great Appian Road to
Rome.

It was yet early in the autumn, the unhealthiest
time of the year, then as now, for the Italian
capital, and the city was empty, as far at least
as its wealthier inhabitants were concerned. The
translation committee, however, was about to com-
mence its work, which was considered to be urgent.
Scipio, with the thoughtful kindness which was
characteristic of him, had placed a villa of his own
near Ostia at the disposal of the members, and they
were able to devote themselves to their task under
favourable conditions of health and quiet. Under
these pleasant circumstances the work progressed
rapidly. Cleanor’s assistance was found to be of
the greatest value. He was now equally familiar
with the three languages, Carthaginian, Greek, and
Latin. The first two had been spoken almost in-
differently in his native town; the third he had
learned grammatically in his childhood, and he had
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since acquired the colloquial use of it. It is easy
to understand how useful an educated man, who
had had these unusual advantages, could be in deal-
ing with a book which was largely concerned with
common things and the affairs of everyday life.
Not one of his colleagues united in himself so many
qualifications.

The time, taken up as it was with this occupa-
tion, passed quickly, and, on the whole, pleasant-
ly enough. Still, the continuous labour, and the
sedentary life, so unlike the continuous activity in
which he had spent the preceding months, began
to tell upon his health and spirits, and he was glad
when the approach of the Holidays of Saturn! prom-
ised an interval of rest and, possibly, a change of
scene. It was with no small delight that early in
December he received a letter from the younger
Scipio. It was as follows:

L. Cornelius Scipio to his friend Cleanor, heart-
ily greeting.

This is but the third day since I arrived in
Italy, and I hasten to make sure that we should
meet as soon as possible. My Aunt Cornelia, from
whose villa at Misenum I am now writing, invites

1 The ‘‘ Holidays of Saturn” (Saturnalia) occurred in the early part of
the latter half of December. They extended to as many as seven days.

It is not improbable that they were, in a way, carried on by the Christ-
mas festivities. :
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you, as [write at her request, to spend here the ap-
proaching holiday. She desires me to say that she
now hears for the first time where you are and
what you are doing. Other things concerning you
have been told her, not without much praise, by
some whose name I need not mention. Come, there-
Sore, as soon as circumstances permit. That you
will come welcome to many, and especially to me, be
assured. Farewell!

CHAPTER XXXIV
AT MISENUM

ORNELIA, the ‘‘ Mother of the Gracchi,’”’ was

at this time not far from fifty years of age,

but retained by favour of nature, often so capricious
in what she gives or takesaway, much of the beauty
of youth. Left a widow with a numerous family—
she had borne twelve children to her husband, but
all had not survived—she had found a royal suit-
or in Ptolemy, King of Egypt. This suit it had
probably not caused her any effort to decline. A
daughter of the great Cornelian house would have
disdained in any case an alliance with so doubtfula
race as the Ptolemies, and this particular Ptolemy,
whose bloated appearance had earned him the name
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of Physcon, was a degenerate scion of it. But
Cornelia had had serious troubles. Of her twelve
children two only were now alive, Tiberius, now a
lad of seventeen, and Caius, a child of five. Both,
indeed, gave the fairest promise; the elder, though
he had but lately assumed the manly gown, had
exhausted such education as Roman teachers could
then supply, and was already an accomplished
rhetorician ; the younger was a boy of singular
beauty and intelligence. But Cornelia, a remark-
ably clear-sighted woman, had already begun to
view with alarm the rapid development of Tiberius’s
character. The young man’s political tendencies
were strongly marked, and they seemed likely to
bring him into dangerous collision with the aristo-
cratic traditions of his mother’s house. As for
Caius, he was self-willed and imperious to an ex-
traordinary degree. Still, no mother could have
been prouder of her children, as none certainly could
have been more devoted to them.

At this particular time, however, when Clcanor
paid his first visit to the villa at Misenum, all was
brightness and gayety. Theoxena and her daughter
had learned by this time to feel themselves thor-
oughly at home in Cornelia’s hospitable house. The
elder woman had suffered so much in the past that
the best happiness which could be hoped for her
was peace; but Daphne had blossomed out into a
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most attractive personality. There was a peculiar
radiance about her beauty, which had all the greater
charm because the girl’s own disposition and the
gracious example of her hostess, a very pearl among
women, tempered it with a certain air of virginal
reserve. Cleanor she met at first with her old
sisterly frankness, but there was an ardour in the
young man’s glance, and a thrill in his voice—
though he vainly attempted to subdue them into
the greeting of a respectful affection—which seemed
to alarm her. As for Cleanor, after the first day
spent in her company, he could doubt no longer as
to the real nature of his feelings. Daphne would
be thenceforward the one woman in the world for
him.

The holiday, which was prolonged to the begin-
ning of the new year, passed only too quickly. The
days were spent either in hare - hunting—larger
game was not to be found in a region already
thickly populated—or in excursions on the water,
which were favoured by weather that, though it
was the depth of winter, was remarkably calm and
warm. Possibly the most delightful expedition of
the season was the ascent of Vesuvius, then clothed
almost to the summit with lovely woods and giving
no sign of the hidden forces which, two centuries
later, were to spread desolation over the fairest
region of Italy.
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The evenings were begun by a meal, simply yet
elegantly served, at which the whole party as-
sembled, even the little Caius being allowed to be
present for at least a time. The meal over, there
was no lack of entertainment. Tiberius was an ac-
complished reciter, and could give one of Terence’s
comedies with an artistic variety of voice and em-
phasis. Cleanor charmed the company with a pas-
sage from Homer, from Pindar, or from one of the
great Athenian dramatists. Sometimes, by special
request, he would dance the Pyrrhic dance, a pas-
time which in sterner Roman society would have:
more than savoured of frivolity. And now and
then Daphne was persuaded to sing to the lute an
exquisite little lyric from Stesichorns.

The last day of the year, which was also to be
the last of the most delightful of visits, Cleanor de-
termined to make as long as possible. Rising as
soon as the first streaks of dawn began to show
themselves in the sky, he began to explore more
thoroughly than he had before an opportunity of
doing, the beautifully ordered gardens which sur-
rounded the villa. Following a path of velvet
sward, sheltered on either side by shrubberies of
box-wood, he came to a spot which gave him a wide
prospect over the lovely bay of Naples. He noticed,
but in the most casual way, the figure of a gardener,
who was busy, as it seemed, in trimming the sur-
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rounding shrubs, the whole spot, except on that side
which fronted the sea, being protected from the
wind by a dense growth of box and laurel, arbutus
and bay.

He threw himself down on a rustic bench and
gazed on the scene before him. He was looking
westward, and the sea at his feet Jay in shadow, a
dark purple in colour. In the distance the sun was
just touching with golden light the crags of Pro-
chyta and of the more remote Inarimé. Fora time
the beauty of the scene wholly occupied him, for
nature stirred the hearts of the men of those days
even as it stirs ours, though they had only begun
to give their feelings articulate expression.

Then his thoughts recurred to what was the
dominant emotion of the time with him, his love for
Daphne. How, he asked himself, how should he
make it known? How should he approach her?
To speak directly, at least in the first instance, was
not the custom of his race, though doubtless love,
there as elsewhere, made exceptions of his own to
the severest rule. Through her mother? But The-
oxena was, he knew, only too thoroughly devoted
to him. To her his wish would be a command ; she
would make it a matter of filial obedience with her
daughter, and he wanted the voluntary submission
that was wholly free. Through Cornelia? But
would she favour such an alliance? She was a noble
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of the nobles, filled with the keenest sympathy for
the people, but profoundly conscious of the social
difference between her class and them, and with her
own class she would certainly rank the well-born
Cleanor.

““Well,’’ he said to himself, after a pause of reflec-
tion, which did not seem to make the matter clearer,
“these things will settle themselves. I love her,
and I think she loves me, so that nothing will keep
us apart.’’ And he broke into the beautiful choric
song of the Antigone—for it was his habit, as it is
the habit of all true lovers of poetry, thus to inter-
rupt his solitary musings—

* O love invincible!”

After this came a stave of Alceeus, and after this
againa piece of melodious tenderness from Sappho.

As he turned to retrace his steps to the house,
for he had risen early, and the keen morning air
made him feel that he had fasted long, he was
startled to hear his name called from behind him ;
not the name by which he was known to the world,
but the pet family name, which he had not heard
since the home of his childhood had vanished in
fire and blood.

‘Cle,’ said the voice, and its tones seemed to be
strangely familiar. He turned ; no one was within
sight but the gardener. The man had dropped the
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shears, and stood with his hands stretched out in a
supplicating gesture.

“What is it?” he cried ; ‘what or whom do you
want?’ He took two or three steps forward, and
as he approached there seemed to be something
strangely familiar in the figure before him.

“Yes, it is—’ and the speaker swayed to and
fro for a moment, and then fell unconscious to the
ground. The wide-brimmed hat, which had been
drawn down low over the face, to conceal, as it
seemed, the features, was displaced by the fall, and
revealed the graceful contour of the forehead, and the
shapely head covered with short curls of sunny gold.

‘Great Zeus!’ cried Cleanor, as he lifted the
prostrate figure from the ground. ‘‘ Great Zeus!
if [am not mad or dreaming, this is Cleoné come to
life again.”’

Close by a tiny spring trickled down from a rock.
Cleanor held his cap beneath it till it was half full,
and dashed the water in his sister’s face. She drew
two or three deep breaths, and then opened her
eyes. Vacant at first, for she could not remember
where she was or what had happened, they soon be-
came radiant with happy light.

‘Dearest brother,’? she murmured, ‘“‘have I
found you again? But come to my little hut—it is
close by. There you shall hear my story, and we
will consider what is to be done.”
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Briefly put, for in the actual telling it was inter-
rupted, as may be supposed, with numberless ex-
clamations and questions, Cleoné’s story was this:

‘*T remember nothing after I was struck down by
a blow from a soldier’s sword in the market-place
of Chelyss till I found myself in the hold of a Eeelip
at sea.’

‘“Then you were not killed,”’ cried Cleanor.

‘“Ttseems not,” said the girl, with a merry laugh,
‘*for even were I a Kurydice there was no Orpheus
to bring me back from the house of Hades.’’

“‘Ah!”? said the young man, ‘‘now I begin to
understand what old Judas meant. He said, you
must know, that they bribed the soldiers not to kill
the prisoners, but to stun them.’’

‘“ Well, as I was saying, I found myself in the
hold of a ship which was evidently making very
bad weather. I was lying with my head close to
the deck, and I could hear two men talking just
over me. There was such a roaring of the wind,
and such a creaking of timbers, that I lost a good
deal of what they said. Still I could make out
something. Someone—I supposed it was the captain
—was cursing his ill-luck. ‘Here, he said, ‘is a
bit of cursed spite—as good a speculation as ever I
made in my life all comes to nothing. There are
fifty as likely young fellows as I have had the
handling of since I went into the business five-and-
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twenty years ago down there, and what is going to
become of them? They are worth two hundred -
thousand sesterces if they are worth one, and now
the whole lot is going to the bottom.’ ‘What is
the odds?’ growled the other, whom I took to be the
steersman. ‘What is the odds if you are going to?’
‘I tell you what,’ said the other again after a pause,
‘you should give the fellows a chance. Open the
hatches, and let them get to land if they can?
‘What is the good?’ answered the captain, sulkily;
‘they may drown for all I care’ ‘Nay, but you
talk like a fool. If they live, they are still yours,
and you may get hold of them, or, at least, of some
of them again. ‘True,’ said the owner, ‘that is so.
They shall have a chance.’ A minute or two after-
wards the hatches were opened, and the fellow
cried, ‘Up with you as quick as you can. The ship
hasn’t many minutes to float, and if you don’t want
to go to the bottom with her, now is your time,
About twoscore out of the fifty clambered upon
deck. Some had never recovered from the blow
which had stunned them—it can’t be an easy thing
to give just the right sort of stroke—and some, I
take it, were so far gone with sea-sickness that they
did not care to move. As for me, I felt a little
dazed ; sea-sickness never troubles me, as you know.
We got up on deck only just in time ; the ship was
already close upon the rocks. The next minute she
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struck. What happened to the crew and to my
companions is more than I can say ; all I know is
that I have never seen one of them since, except,
indeed, some dead bodies that I found on the shore
next morning. I had a desperate struggle to get
to land, and, indeed, I never should have done it,
though, as. you know, I am no bad swimmer, but
that an extra big wave threw me up almost high and
dry, and I had just strength enough to crawl away
out of reach of the sea. The rest of the night—it
was about the middle of the third watch, as near as
I could guess, when this happened—I passed in a
thicket in a bed of dry leaves, where I slept as
soundly as ever I did in my life. The next day I
rigged myself out with clothes that I took from the
dead men on the shore—it was no robbery, Ithought,
poor fellows! I found some money, too, in their
pockets. Following a road which led inland, I
came toa village where there was a tavern. Here
I got some bread and a draught of sour wine. I
thought it safest, I should tell you, to pretend to
be deaf and dumb, and made them to understand
by signs that I wanted something to eat and drink.
I paid for what I had, but was careful to let the
people know that I had very little, for I made up
the few coppers that were wanted from one place
and another. Then I got them to understand that
I wanted to work for my living. First I made as
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if I were digging, then as if I were sawing wood. |
They happened to want someone, for it was a busy
time of the year, and they saw that they could get
the work done very cheaply, for they gave me no
pay besides my food and lodging in an outhouse,
which, happily, I had to myself. Here I stopped
for about a month. Then I overheard some people
talking of a great lady who lived in the neighbour-
hood. She was a widow, they said, and managed
everything—house and garden and farm—all by
herself. That, I thought to myself, is the place for
me. Perhaps some day I shall be able to tell her
my story. However, the day has nevercome. I got
employment just in the same way asI did at the
tavern, and I have the little hut to myself, where I
look after some fowls and pigeons. But, somehow,
I could never summon up courage to speak. How-
ever, I always went on hoping and hoping, and
now, dearest Cleanor, that you are come, all will be
right.’

‘Yes,’ said the young man, ‘‘and the first thing,
my dear Cleoné, will be to get you some proper
clothes.”’

The girl blushed.

‘*By Castor!” she said, ‘‘ I had almost forgotten
that I was dressed as a man. But how will you
manage it ?”’

‘‘Kasily enough,’ replied her brother. ‘‘ The
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lady Cornelia has an excellent housekeeper with
whom I am in high favour; I don’t doubt that she
will let me have everything I want. But I must go;
the sooner we manage this the better.”

Poor Cleoné, woman-like, felt the’ courage which
had never failed before desert her when she had to
part even for half an hour with her long-lost brother.
She clung to him, and wept piteously. ‘‘ Don’t
leave me,’’ she sobbed.

The young man, to whom this sort of thing was
quite a new experience, looked at her with aston-
ishment. ‘* What, Cleoné, is the meaning of this
after all you have gone through?”’

‘Yes,’ she said, smiling through her tears, ‘‘I
amafool. And besides,’ she went on, looking at.-
her dirty and ragged garments, ‘‘I do want some
decent clothes.”

The good Pollia, who acted as wardrobe-keeper,
mother-of-the-maids, and housekeeper in general to
Cornelia, was not a little astonished when Cleanor
asked her to supply him with the various articles
of a young lady’s toilet, not so numerous in those
days, it should be mentioned, as they are now.
He was a great favourite, however, and she asked
no questions, probably thinking that some joke was
being meditated. She searched accordingly among
the treasures in her charge, and had no difficulty in
finding all that was wanted.




Sufi Tyee



HALF AN HOUR AFTERWARDS CLEONE EMERGED AS A
BRILLIANT YOUNG BEAUTY
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Fashions did not change in those days as they
change under the vagaries of modern taste. Women
were careful, indeed, perhaps more careful than
they are now, to suit their dress to their age. But
what the mother had worn at twenty, the daughter, |
reaching the same years, might wear without even
the suspicion of oddity, and the garments might be
handed down, if they were of the quality that was
suited to so long a life, to yet another generation.

Cleanor was soon making his way with an armful
of suitable apparel to the gardener’s hut. Cleoné,
who seemed to be bent on making up as quickly as
possible for her enforced separation from all fem-
inine vanities, received the precious burden with
a shriek of delight. When she emerged, half an
hour afterwards, from her hut, it would have passed
all human skill to recognize in the brilliant young
beauty who held Cleanor’s hand the shabby deatf-
mute who for many months past had plied his soli-
tary task in Cornelia’s gardens.

All these confidences and preparations had taken
time, and the house party had just assembled for
the midday meal when the pair walked into the
dining-room. Never since Misenum got its name
had the place seen a more startling sight. At first
it seemed as if Cleanor had found his double, for
brother and sister were curiously alike. But the

time that had passed since they were so tragically
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parted had changed them not a little. The young
man had grown in height, and his frame, knit by
the continual activities of an adventurous life, had
developed the ampler proportions that became his
sex. The girl was his very image, but now on a
somewhat smaller scale.
been seen in Italy.

‘*Cleanor has turned into Apollo,” cried the little
Caius, ‘and he has brought Diana with him.”

As for the rest of the company, they gazed with
an astonishment that was almost stupefaction on
the scene. Cornelia was the first to recover herself.
She advanced to greet the new-comer. ‘‘ You are
welcome,” she said, ‘‘for your brother's sake—for
Cleanor must surely be your brother—and, I am sure,
for your own.”’ Then Theoxena threw herself at the
girl’s feet and clasped her knees. ‘‘ It is Cleoné,”’
she cried. ‘‘ The gods have nothing more to give me.”’
Little Cephalus kissed her hand, and Daphne, some-
what shy at first of the splendid stranger, was not
long behind with an affectionate greeting.

‘*Not a word,”’ said Cornelia, ‘till you have
eaten and drunk. For the present,’ she said, smil-
ing at the little Caius, ‘‘ they will have to be con-
tent without ambrosia and nectar.”’

The meal ended, Cornelia heard the whole story.
Her mind, always eminently practical, discerned at
once the first thing that had to be done.
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““We must assure without delay,”’ she said, ‘‘ this
young lady’s civil status. At present it would be ©
very perplexing to say who or what she is.”’

A message was immediately despatched to the
nearest town with a letter requiring the immediate
presence of the resident notary. He arrived before
sunset, and, by a formal act of emancipation, Cle-
oné, slave of Cornelia, was made free.

‘““Pardon me, my daughter,” she said, ‘‘if I
speak of you as my slave. And indeed my title is
a very weak one; no one, however, is likely to
make out a better. Meanwhile, as far as I can se-
cure your freedom, you are free.”’

CHAPTER XXXV
THE WORLD WELL LOST

LEANOR had been back in Rome some four
months, and had nearly completed his work
with the committee of translation, when he re-
ceived a visit from the young Scipio. The latter
had not been one of the party at Misenum during
the holidays of Saturn, having been summoned to
Sicily to fill a casual vacancy on the staff of the
queestor in that province.
‘“‘ Well,’ said Cleanor, after an affectionate ex-
372 LORDS OF THE WORLD

change of greetings, ‘‘and how did you like your
queestor’s work in Sicily ?”’

‘‘T found it most interesting,” replied the young
man, ‘‘and, Imust say, most agreeable. My name
made me most welcome everywhere. You can
hardly imagine what an impression my uncle’s
action in giving back the statues to the cities has
made on the whole island. The simple fact that I
was his nephew was enough to make them almost
worship me. I happened to be at Agrigentum when
the famous Bull was solemnly put back into its
place. If I had been the founder of the city come
to life again I could not have been treated with
more respect. I should be quite ashamed to de-
scribe all the oratings and crownings and embrac-
ings that I went through. In fact, if I had any
complaint to make, it would be that to a modest
young man like myself the honours were just a lit-
tle overpowering.”

‘‘And what,”’ asked Cleanor, ‘‘are you going to
do now ?”’

“That,’”’ replied the young Roman, ‘is just what
I want to talk to you about. Lentulus, who is pro-
consul of Sicily, as I daresay you know, has ex-
pressed himself very handsomely about my services,
and, what is more, has offered to propose me as one
of the regular questors for next year. This is all
the more satisfactory because he is no kinsman of
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mine, and in fact is not on the same side in politics
as my uncle. If my uncle were to nominate me, I
should probably get my election, but this will make
it quite certain.”

** Well,”? said Cleanor, ‘“‘of course you won't
hesitate to accept. I give you my congratulations
in advance. It will be the first step in the ladder,
and we shall see you climb, as your forbears have
climbed before you, to be edile, preetor, consul.”

‘* Yes, yes,’”’ said the young man, ‘that isso. It
is the first step, and I could not take it under better
auspices, but—’’ and he paused, looking like any-
thing but the ambitious young man before whom
the greatest career in the world was opening.

‘‘ What is the hindrance, then?’ asked the young
Greek.

- Scipio’s embarrassment seemed to increase. ‘TI
have been to my Aunt Cornelia’s at Misenum,”’ he
added, after a long pause.

‘‘And what was her advice?’’ asked Cleanor.
‘Surely she had nothing to say against it. Ishould
even have thought, as far as I know anything of
your Roman politics, that she would have been
especially well pleased to see you come out in
public life under the auspices of Lentulus.”’

‘“‘Oh, yes,” returned the young Roman. ‘That
was exactly her view. But—’’ and the speaker
paused in still greater embarrassment than ever.
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‘“Well—I must say it sooner or later—I have seen
your sister.”

‘*My sister! What has my sister got to do with
it??? asked Cleanor, in utter bewilderment. ‘I
don’t suppose you asked her advice, and if you did,
she would not hinder you, I should suppose, from
serving your country.”’

‘* Well,’ said Scipio, ‘‘I did ask her, though not
exactly for her advice, and she said exactly what
you supposed she would say.”

‘*Then where is the difficulty? You want the
thing yourself; all your friends advise you to take
the chances. What is it that hinders? For heaven’s
sake, my friend, do explain what you mean, for it
is quite past my understanding.”

“Then, Cleanor, listen; if I offend you, as I can
hardly help doing, be patient with me. First and
foremost, then, I love your sister Cleoné. It is the
dearest wish of my heart to make her my wife, and I
think, thatis, I hope, that she cares a little for me.”’

“T am delighted to hear it,’ cried the young
Greek, as he sprang up and seized his friend’s
hands. ‘‘Iam delighted to hear it. There isn’t a
better or braver girl in the world, if I may say so
much of my own sister. You have heard her story,
of course. Well, she deserves a good husband, if
ever a girl did, and I am glad to think that she is
likely to find one.’
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*‘T am delighted to hear you say so, though I
don’t feel anything like worthy of her. But now
comes what I find it so hard to say. Cleoné is a
match for anyone in the world, in birth as well as
in herself. But, in the eyes of our law, she is not
a match for a Roman citizen. By some accursed
chance—though, indeed, but for this said chance I
should never have seen her—she was made a slave,
and is now a freed woman. Out of that status
nothing, as far as I know, can raise her, and being
in that statws, she cannot be my wife. In one sense
there may be a marriage between us, but it would
not bea marriage that would give her the rights
and privileges of a Roman matron. It would not
be a marriage which would open to our children
the career of a Roman citizen. There, my dear
friend, the murder is out ; that is the bare fact, and
if it seems an insult to you—and an insult, I fear,
it must seem—pray remember that it is not of my
making or doing.”’

‘«My dear friend,’ said Cleanor, ‘‘I won’t pretend
that what you have said hasn’t hurt me. We have
always been accustomed to think ourselves as good
as anybody in point of birth and standing. In fact,
we Greeks are not a little exclusive, and it is a
blow to be told that we are ourselves outside the
social pale. But for you, I assure you I haven’t a
feeling that is not all friendship. I don’t draw
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back from a single word of what I said about my
sister. Still we must consider; and, of course, be-
fore all things, she must know.”

‘“Yes, she must know,” replied Scipio. ‘‘ Of
course I have said nothing. She does not know—
so far at least as anything that I have said is con-
cerned—that I love her.”’

‘* Well,”’ said Cleanor, ‘‘we will leave that then
for the present. Now listen to what I have been
thinking about myself and my own future. Iam
in love, too, and you have seen the lady. Can you
guess who it is?”

““Guess!”’ said Scipio, with a smile. ‘There is
no need of guessing. I have known it a long time.
Well, I will allow that your Daphne is the fairest
woman in the world—with, of course, one excep-
tion.”

‘Well, when a man isin my plight, he naturally,
if he is worthy of being called a man, begins to
think of his future. And what future have I here
in Italy? I have property enough to live upon,
but that is all. But what career is there before
me? I have turned the matter over in my mind,
and I have asked for information from others.
There seems to be positively but one thing for a
man in my situation to do. I might become a
teacher of rhetoric. That is the one solitary em-
ployment open to a Greek stranger, and a very
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precarious employment too. The old-fashioned -
nobles don’t like Greek rhetoricians, and it is quite
possible that some fine day I might find myself
banished That, you will allow, is not a prospect
with which a man will readily content himself.”

‘‘And do you see any way out of it?” asked
Scipio.

‘‘T have dreams,’”’ replied the young Greek,
“Cand I have always had, and the dreams of to-day
fit on curiously enough to the dreams of the past.
When I was a boy I had an ambition to be some-
thing beyond the chief citizen of Chelys. As for
Carthage, though no one thought that her end was
so near, I knew that there was nothing there to
satisfy me, even if her honours had been open to
me. But there is a world beyond Carthage, and
even beyond Rome. It is of that that I dreamed
then, and of which I dream still. Say, Scipio, my
friend, shall we go and look for it?”

The young men had a long talk on the subject.
Cleanor poured out the store of knowledge which,
with an enthusiasm that dated back to very early
years indeed, he had gathered from every available
source. There was, of course, a plentiful admixt-
ure of fiction, or fact so transmuted and idealized
that it almost had become fiction. There were

1The Greek teachers of rhetoric were actually banished thirty years after
this date.
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legends and traditions, travellers’ tales, and yarns
of adventurous seamen; but there was also a sol-
id substratum of truth. Cleanor’s sheet-anchor,
so to speak, was the famous Circumnavigation of
Hanno.! That famous voyager had beyond all
doubt passed into the great western ocean through
the Pillars of Hercules, and turning southward had
seen many a strange and beautiful land, aye, and
lived to bring back the report of them. All these
things the ardent Greek dwelt upon with an enthu-
siasm which at last fired the duller fancy of the
Roman. Scipio left the house more than half per-
suaded.

A few days afterwards Cleanor, having fairly
finished his part in the work which had so long
occupied his leisure, went down with Scipio to
Misenum. They had agreed to say nothing of their
scheme till they had heard what their hostess had
to say to it. Cornelia was doubtful. Cleanor in-
deed had her fullest sympathy when he declared
that he could not be content with any career that
fate had left open for him, and that he must seek
one elsewhere. It was about her great-nephew that
she doubted. She could not bring herself to think
him right when he proposed to relinquish his Roman
birthright. Not for any woman, not though she

1The Periplus of Hanno, probably written early in the fourth cen-
tury B.C.
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was, as Cleoné, one among ten thousand, should a
man give up the splendid opportunities of service
and reward which Rome held forth to her sons.

The young man found an unexpected ally in his
cousin Tiberius. ‘‘My duty,’’ he said, ‘‘ keeps me
here; but if I could choose my own way, I would
join your search. Sometimes I seem to see further
into the future than is commonly given to man,
and what I see is dark with the shadow of disaster
and death. Our great kinsman has won splendid
victories for Rome, and has others to win, but I
doubt whether the gods have not granted these
victories to our country more in wrath than in love.
When we have trodden all our foes and rivals
under our feet we shall turn our swords upon our-
selves. The wealth of the world that is pouring
into our treasury will kindle to a deadlier rage the
eternal quarrel between those who have and those
who have not. My lot is cast in with the unhappy.
The love of woman is not for me; I shall not be
able even to keep the affection of my kinsfolk.
But I would not avoid my fate, even if I could.
You are happier. It would be as great a folly for
you to stay, as it would be a crime for me to
depart.”

After this, Cornelia, who was always overawed
when the deeper nature of her son revealed itself,
silently withdrew her opposition. The elder Scipio,
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who would almost certainly have used all his
influence to bring it to nothing, was fortunately
absent from Italy. Daphne put no hindrance in
the way. She had secretly worshipped the magnifi-
cent hero—for such he seemed to her—who had
rescued her and hers from the deadliest peril, and
was ready to follow him if he willed it, to the ends
of the world, and, if it might be, even beyond it.
But Scipio found Cleoné far more difficult to deal
with. She was very far from disdaining his love,
but it filled her with something like rage to think
that for her sake he should abandon his career. It
was partly that her pride was touched. That she,
the long-descended daughter of heroes, who reck-
oned Ion himself among her far-away ancestors,
should bring humiliation and disability on the man
to whom she gave her hand! The bare idea was
beyond endurance. Such love was a disgrace to
both of them. She peremptorily commanded her
suitor to forget it. But this stern mood did not
last. She was moved not a little by the sight of
Daphne’s happiness. She was conscious of a crav-
ing in her own heart for a happiness of her own.
She had herself suffered so much, and it was hard,
when at last the sunshine came, to have to shut it
out, and still to sit in the darkness. Then the
strongest influences were brought to bear upon her.
Her brother was urgent in his entreaties that she


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should not mar their plan. And her refusal would

mar it. He could not go if she stayed behind. And -
the sight of Scipio’s suffering touched her, for in-

deed she loved him tenderly. In the end she gave

way.

CHAPTER XXXVI
BEYOND THE SUNSET

HE party, which was increased by some manu-
mitted slaves of Greek origin, sailed for Utica
in the early autumn of the year, and reached that
port after a quick and prosperous voyage. Their
first destination was the Court of King Gulussa. It
so happened that their arrival coincided with a
meeting of the three brothers. One of the wilder
tribes on the desert border had invaded the king-
dom, and it was necessary to make arrangements
for an expedition of more than usual proportions.
Micipsa had brought with him his two sons, and
a younger lad, Jugurtha by name, his son by a wife
of inferior rank, of whom we have heard before, and
of whom the world was to hear a great deal more
before many years had passed.
Gulussa and his brother kings gave a most com-
plimentary welcome to their guests. But when
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Cleanor, who was naturally the spokesman of the
party, unfolded his scheme, they took no pains to
conceal their incredulity.

“‘Tt would be a thousand pities,’’ said Gulussa,
‘if you were to throw away your lives on a roman-
tic folly of this kind. Why not stop here, where
you have something ready to your hands, not quite
so splendid as these dreams of yours, but, believe
me, a hundred times more solid and real. Now,
listen to what I have got to say. We—that is, my
brothers and I—have been talking matters over
since you came, and we have made up our minds to
make you an offer that it may be really worth your
while to accept. Enter our service; you are both
skilful soldiers. My father, than whom there never
was a better judge of men, thought very highly of
you, Cleanor; the name of Scipio would be com-
mendation enough, even if we did not know how
worthily it is borne by your friend. Details we
can settle afterwards, but you may depend upon
it, that you will never have to find fault with our
liberality. Don’t answer at once,” Gulussa went
on, as Cleanor was beginning to reply, ‘‘but think
the matter over carefully, and let us know your de-
cision, say, three days hence.’’

The princes spared no pains to make their guests’
sojourn at Court agreeable to them. A great hunt-
ing party was arranged for each day, and the two

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young men were furnished with magnificent mounts
and allotted the best places. At the banquet which —
followed they occupied seats of honour. Meanwhile
the ladies of the party were welcomed in the royal
harem, received the most flattering attention from
the queens and princesses, and were loaded with
handsome presents.

‘“We might do worse than stay, Cleanor,’’ said
Scipio to his friend, for his unimaginative temper
could not help comparing these present splendours
with the remote prospects of Cleanor’s scheme, not
a little to the disadvantage of the latter.

Cleanor shook his head.

** How long do you think it would last? I don’t
say anything about the chances that our hosts
might not always be as friendly as they are now.
They are a fickle race. But let that pass. Yet
how long will this Numidian kingdom stand? I re-
member what the old king said when I was in at-
tendance on him before he died. He was sure that
Rome would swallow it up before long. There is
sure to be some quarrel sooner or later, and then
who can doubt which of the two will go to the wall?
And there is another thing. If the kingdom lasts,
will it always be in the same hands? Have you
noticed that lad Jugurtha? I remember that the
old king warned me specially against him. ‘That
viper,’ he called him ; and as King Gulussa said the
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other day, Masinissa was an excellent judge of
character. The brothers are elderly men, and, to
judge from their looks, not very strong. Micipsa’s
two sons, who by rights should come after him, are
feeble creatures ; Jugurtha is his father’s favourite,
and he will come to the top of the tree sooner or
later. And Jugurtha hates us; you first—perhaps
because you are a Roman, and his hatred for the
Romans is’a proverb—and me next. No, it would
not be well, I am sure, in any case to stop here ;
and to stop with a chance of finding ourselves
under Jugurtha’s thumb would be madness.”’

Scipio could not but acknowledge the force of
these arguments, and gave way. At the appointed
time the friends announced their decision to the
kings. Gulussa shrugged his shoulders.

“Well,” he said, ““you must have your own
way. If you should come back—very few do come
back, Iam told—and I am still alive, you will find
me as ready to be your friend as ever. Meanwhile
let us do what we can for you. The queen tells me
that you have brought your wives that are to be
with you. Let us have the honour of providing
your marriage feast, and remain with us afterwards
for as long as you like and may find convenient. If
you are bent on this wild voyage of yours you
must go prepared.”’

The friends gladly accepted this hospitable invi-
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tation. Preparations were at once commenced for
performing the marriage ceremonies with due so-
lemnity. While these were going on, Cleanor made
his way to the coast to find a captain and crew who
would be willing to take part in his adventure.

His first care was to discover Syphax, the old
sailor with whom, as you may remember, he had
made his voyage to Sicily. The old man listened
with eager interest to his exposition of his plans,
but shook his head when the question whether he
would go was put to him.

“Ah!” he said, “if you had only come to me
with this scheme twenty years ago! But what am
I saying? old fool that I am! Twenty years ago
you were little more than a baby inarms. I mean
that Iam too old. Iam not fit for anything more
now than pottering about with my fishing-lines.
And there is my old wife. She couldn’t go, poor
thing ; she hasn’t set her foot outside the hut for
the last ten years, and I certainly could not go
without her. But theres my son Mago. He can’t
settle down in the new state of things, for Rome is
likely to be a much harder master than Carthage
ever was. Mago is your man; let me send for him.”

Mago came, and Cleanor talked his plans over
with him, and found him all that he wanted. The
general scheme and such particulars, as the capacity

of the vessel required, the stores, the cargo of articles
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for trade with native tribes, were settled between
them, and Mago was left to carry out the details,
while Cleanor returned to the Court of King Gulussa.

Two months later—for I shall not weary my
readers with describing the marriage festivities—
the good ship Pallas lay ready for sea in the har-
bour of Utica. The piers and quays were filled with
a dense crowd of spectators, for the fame of this
adventurous voyage had spread through the city,
and brought together a multitude of curious sight-
seers. Loud and hearty were the cheers that went
up as a soft breeze from the east slowly filled the
sails, and the Pallas —her prow appropriately
adorned with the figure of the goddess friend of
Ulysses, prince of adventurous heroes—forged her
way round the end of the western pier and shaped
a course towards the setting sun.

Sail on, swift ship, to the region that lies beyond
the darkness of the west. You leave behind you
a world over which the shadows of civil strife and
desolating war are gathering. Who knows what
lies before you—Islands of the Blest, where nature
smiles forever, her fair face untouched by frost or
storm, and where man still keeps primeval faith
and innocence ; or, perhaps, to a world that is but a
meaner copy of that from which you are fleeing ?
Yet sail on, happy at least for the hour that is, in
the unfaltering confidence of youth and hope.
NOTE 3887

NOTE

I have departed, for convenience sake in the con-
struction of my story, from historical truth in the
date of Masinissa’s death. This took place before
the beginning of the Third Punic War. For the
same reason, the Macedonian pretender is post-
dated. He had certainly disappeared from the
scene before the autumn immediately preceding
the fall of Carthage (when my hero is supposed to
visit him).

If my readers fail to form a clear idea of the
topography of Carthage, I must beg them not to
blame me. This is a problem which no one has yet
been able to solve.

Chelys is an imaginary place; the young Scipio
an imaginary person.

A.C.

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10a8d684d40df0efddc17c3cbf529c7a03b63ae1
'2011-12-29T19:06:50-05:00'
describe
'4059' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAAZ' 'sip-files00005.QC.jpg'
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67fa9e46ebfabbfbc5a2045d6878d8f53b70b1c5
'2011-12-29T19:14:21-05:00'
describe
'2638576' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABA' 'sip-files00005.tif'
e8d208a56f901e739b05018b717bda39
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'2011-12-29T19:06:45-05:00'
describe
'53' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABB' 'sip-files00005.txt'
f1c0b729f7a5b25ccd4515375bd27830
e32ca1b5094bd4d889ef81db01baf59cf3421a5c
'2011-12-29T19:16:28-05:00'
describe
'1250' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABC' 'sip-files00005thm.jpg'
90a567f978e963ce6e6469db49336f60
39266eabb0291b7da5db300a3d3a60a2bcbbf409
'2011-12-29T19:17:45-05:00'
describe
'327621' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABD' 'sip-files00008.jp2'
b04ce49cab95017b96cf49fd2571dcf3
106924a1b9f9cf48c9b40e515b902356ef5f3602
'2011-12-29T19:14:16-05:00'
describe
'157481' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABE' 'sip-files00008.jpg'
11a7d14926852758785fd23ddd39588d
ee2c98c7f09bb7d42ff1d7a75f89611dc326964e
'2011-12-29T19:08:08-05:00'
describe
'3257' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABF' 'sip-files00008.pro'
4999f16f1a2dc68e974652b2b482ba9b
e6ef5a6683b2115a181f8098b0299b330162ab14
describe
'36035' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABG' 'sip-files00008.QC.jpg'
be4fefec9bfd9e3069cb1e56edcf138e
2bcb002685285bf6f91aeeb619bdefb49530e5fa
'2011-12-29T19:08:59-05:00'
describe
'2637824' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABH' 'sip-files00008.tif'
345820e9d95e6b06da57dc7f2168f9d6
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'2011-12-29T19:06:51-05:00'
describe
'280' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABI' 'sip-files00008.txt'
245be251d36639373e95246ac612ef87
fcf71a9004da2c1a2ed75e29a3c468cd4fa14fcb
'2011-12-29T19:14:23-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'9232' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABJ' 'sip-files00008thm.jpg'
e85655f7071611e65ece46f97eb825a6
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'2011-12-29T19:05:11-05:00'
describe
'327414' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABK' 'sip-files00011.jp2'
65b27a618b216f77b8e5fe9b4f12d81c
1d4eb985aeb96817fb14b0f7a863c8a6d98f8a79
'2011-12-29T19:07:14-05:00'
describe
'45008' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABL' 'sip-files00011.jpg'
38bfb60b3a70d872d4f29a730af43f94
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'2011-12-29T19:16:27-05:00'
describe
'6307' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABM' 'sip-files00011.pro'
45f23051266c9ebac636c875f972c66b
b0829366140f043ae5384c93bf182389d7db0310
'2011-12-29T19:24:49-05:00'
describe
'12243' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABN' 'sip-files00011.QC.jpg'
7e7137c73b9d0294238c0bc1d612f099
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'2011-12-29T19:07:46-05:00'
describe
'2636540' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABO' 'sip-files00011.tif'
d7e6e6fc7aa229d3941e92c1562b2476
a1dc2cd71ade4abadf9c7a6194b98fbd0b5c865d
'2011-12-29T19:07:10-05:00'
describe
'399' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABP' 'sip-files00011.txt'
078dc8b941f27d2f68f879ad942145e9
d3f77f1f52db624b01684399cf06b3e8f5e6cb75
'2011-12-29T19:23:11-05:00'
describe
'4491' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABQ' 'sip-files00011thm.jpg'
96ba16a921f7bdb2fd87732640af67e9
1f61a5909018216de82a82c55d0f6bf281c5854b
'2011-12-29T19:20:36-05:00'
describe
'327640' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABR' 'sip-files00012.jp2'
c4bdd19439b2f2f02fc60801ac08f575
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'2011-12-29T19:19:10-05:00'
describe
'25076' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABS' 'sip-files00012.jpg'
871f185a984db0555995f6f88e5f801c
3f08c09c2ec7072acc2d5e34bb20b8bed02b68d2
'2011-12-29T19:06:27-05:00'
describe
'2919' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABT' 'sip-files00012.pro'
6d817780c30e8d9a79bb6bcc1aceeae9
a3839ae40139b74e40dda5b70526d041680c1ae7
'2011-12-29T19:10:32-05:00'
describe
'5135' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABU' 'sip-files00012.QC.jpg'
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d077a30328ba968c35ce9bf86db017a81a7eea62
'2011-12-29T19:21:43-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABV' 'sip-files00012.tif'
4540b60147da28b88c583aea50a9ee77
3d7688a8f3e1583db0e3de6ec46a2e261aed0f79
'2011-12-29T19:10:25-05:00'
describe
'281' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABW' 'sip-files00012.txt'
b593cd45e2aacd5ff985ac8fb7aaaf4a
f698432451ec23980dc28a7861f57aa9828525d7
'2011-12-29T19:21:38-05:00'
describe
'1422' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABX' 'sip-files00012thm.jpg'
d9d6b8558ced60836b4bf641b2868325
ce3405c6cc284ce8157c4bc7220069929840db94
'2011-12-29T19:21:20-05:00'
describe
'327859' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABY' 'sip-files00013.jp2'
6d106a7842e928fab2adaca2833ae9f9
43185e9138ec8f5ab18f362df8e22543abeb9d1e
'2011-12-29T19:15:42-05:00'
describe
'110332' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAABZ' 'sip-files00013.jpg'
dfe3742e1dff64e3024280f2ab0db17b
9916b5eefcc4bf0f4e83778c798335eba41c55ca
'2011-12-29T19:07:59-05:00'
describe
'26496' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACA' 'sip-files00013.pro'
a310a899e71bd9641f23fc21e5c8af4c
36e4ed7695dd252ee781a72ff3086266f3e9592f
'2011-12-29T19:12:52-05:00'
describe
'35988' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACB' 'sip-files00013.QC.jpg'
8381c47a916f214b0d22772d31bb8a2e
4dee55aec850624094d78c5f6f89d11f375f40f9
'2011-12-29T19:21:15-05:00'
describe
'2639864' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACC' 'sip-files00013.tif'
910d55bf650faf80c8e3a23904f49993
3a1fa96e0653e9c7f9e88eded63805de1f4bcab3
'2011-12-29T19:12:45-05:00'
describe
'1095' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACD' 'sip-files00013.txt'
f6e2a7a41396fde71d7d3a0235a2033d
25ccd35e77fce2ddcd180489f07c75369bc39b4c
'2011-12-29T19:10:17-05:00'
describe
'8870' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACE' 'sip-files00013thm.jpg'
4b7eeb2895caae0d7505942cf01146e2
1ef8c342389e2a6ce56ce42665e4d7bd9101c632
'2011-12-29T19:22:00-05:00'
describe
'327253' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACF' 'sip-files00015.jp2'
1ad1238c63e50bf85e2b699ef6c1e38e
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'2011-12-29T19:18:06-05:00'
describe
'63970' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACG' 'sip-files00015.jpg'
d3508a3b8677e5b3cd8f186e1bdf0597
cf7b912feff519ecb5ed3add64b173e80e626f09
'2011-12-29T19:24:40-05:00'
describe
'16687' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACH' 'sip-files00015.pro'
535b07c625c18c14dfc5590ffd06c505
cdefa0c046e5d74ad84744bbd3e6ab5a13780172
'2011-12-29T19:23:12-05:00'
describe
'21337' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACI' 'sip-files00015.QC.jpg'
4d4ffaa2b3ecca63e440fcfc9a9103d0
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'2011-12-29T19:12:37-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACJ' 'sip-files00015.tif'
aeb5f0326a24de1bfb871a3651b60cee
3ce29bf7b6386163f2f80e9d2f89dc111446803d
'2011-12-29T19:09:28-05:00'
describe
'958' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACK' 'sip-files00015.txt'
a7c5cb44739d223b8ac77431e47ab595
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'2011-12-29T19:16:11-05:00'
describe
'5977' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACL' 'sip-files00015thm.jpg'
4b1636055d4ef939e7311b9568be757a
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'2011-12-29T19:11:53-05:00'
describe
'327460' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACM' 'sip-files00016.jp2'
9294a307c4f71cab9fd5b91883efb0fe
83a1b7b7a4954311f1351e85cf541b6e879eec79
'2011-12-29T19:18:44-05:00'
describe
'56839' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACN' 'sip-files00016.jpg'
d94e8fbd508a030f5628dfde4dcd16c6
2c21a7a824843e54ca020c8e3a8bffa2198d3d2a
'2011-12-29T19:11:35-05:00'
describe
'17919' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACO' 'sip-files00016.pro'
1b8283e51bd753e417a983eca4fe63ee
e6fdc124b3ad0d70c8b6435c43fd4d9d6117b7a7
'2011-12-29T19:10:29-05:00'
describe
'17800' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACP' 'sip-files00016.QC.jpg'
539acb5dad4527a3987614ef920ba4e0
eaa11b53de7b5428768c18400e57d56c26c60fb7
'2011-12-29T19:16:39-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACQ' 'sip-files00016.tif'
2232899f914a98707d874612013f3e19
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'2011-12-29T19:25:47-05:00'
describe
'945' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACR' 'sip-files00016.txt'
d36d15c4fedd7bcf69caf21c6a5bff71
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'2011-12-29T19:08:25-05:00'
describe
'4754' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACS' 'sip-files00016thm.jpg'
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df30e2638f5e7da8719acf28df1dbe2d8efe96e5
'2011-12-29T19:17:52-05:00'
describe
'327847' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACT' 'sip-files00017.jp2'
8c4304aab77d38684db03799f36ed2ae
ce103996ecb8eb4f8eed4ef546b61159cb405d4b
'2011-12-29T19:07:02-05:00'
describe
'81458' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACU' 'sip-files00017.jpg'
4b862f0afbbc19a01e86c7b28c1c7caa
52f9c9c97cb4d1ae95da52923927774e5bb879f6
'2011-12-29T19:21:58-05:00'
describe
'28589' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACV' 'sip-files00017.pro'
31dfaafaf01b3cc28f9c92a8bafbc396
054030c6af90cb2a00eb557a95f75686be09a241
'2011-12-29T19:16:37-05:00'
describe
'26598' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACW' 'sip-files00017.QC.jpg'
3b893a8b74aa8698c7246b19abfe892d
afb7c04bdf1a19dfc8042ce6e3d3cf0fc10bf79a
'2011-12-29T19:08:21-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACX' 'sip-files00017.tif'
53b9d61bf8ddcdbbbe6bdd9c8b270b48
55160fa469d5319a55f8dc9b5c3df4f99261eba7
'2011-12-29T19:07:06-05:00'
describe
'1434' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACY' 'sip-files00017.txt'
7453181068054c4d8e6bebcbc4df4348
ef2507f8b17e96309ab789e29993272ab52a3aff
'2011-12-29T19:19:41-05:00'
describe
'7004' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAACZ' 'sip-files00017thm.jpg'
7a3fc9624abb75ae2b30e785f08455f0
f471e88a6bf1a5885d558fcad0394f3c55b80315
'2011-12-29T19:11:38-05:00'
describe
'327610' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAADA' 'sip-files00019.jp2'
c1c911e76f58e353386931e80460b511
d17154dcf66ec597c9776ca99d94f7aa8708284e
'2011-12-29T19:13:39-05:00'
describe
'136783' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAADB' 'sip-files00019.jpg'
939ccb3b36c49a4faa04479d1aed76fe
a38773dfe8d310b284649bd823df6393f0c4c436
'2011-12-29T19:06:32-05:00'
describe
'22047' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAADC' 'sip-files00019.pro'
1df480132c6c65def333dfc05c7c09c2
77fcf2fedad4f1eaa0aa5069e91584441e14fe3c
'2011-12-29T19:07:18-05:00'
describe
'40463' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAADD' 'sip-files00019.QC.jpg'
2fce584e4a7eadbcf8dbdab6c839258c
0bd1de7ac60af176b720428c396448cbd59e83cc
'2011-12-29T19:07:11-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAADE' 'sip-files00019.tif'
fdffb41f74634c1c1bef615c8e9e5669
ce6c3f289f89a735fb555f6cfd76bcbc8f875155
'2011-12-29T19:04:55-05:00'
describe
'982' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAADF' 'sip-files00019.txt'
c7837fe956e107e20f87d31895aaa14f
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'2011-12-29T19:05:35-05:00'
describe
'10231' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAADG' 'sip-files00019thm.jpg'
0b7fc2075540a3eda5d3673bbeaa21bf
7cc6115663ca3110db67ad8d02e14d61a5ee9da2
'2011-12-29T19:09:23-05:00'
describe
'327699' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAADH' 'sip-files00020.jp2'
bb3fdc6cf70038ac484ee42f1e6850dd
7b80c0c289be1ce9b5b23eec8a6447c48f4102a8
'2011-12-29T19:05:46-05:00'
describe
'141165' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAADI' 'sip-files00020.jpg'
a00e83cb141c66a4414f71f98762667a
3fc3c89396f5ebb8f6bc49612d1a0e8747731405
'2011-12-29T19:23:00-05:00'
describe
'34817' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAADJ' 'sip-files00020.pro'
1ff56f7f1f3b8eb8f62b90d07d731911
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describe
'44946' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAADK' 'sip-files00020.QC.jpg'
533bdb01cbbf7134f2e9708ceb6cf47f
eee32a3dfbef900535f547bebf79b774e65c4c32
'2011-12-29T19:18:04-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAADL' 'sip-files00020.tif'
9ddc205f5af3b667781084cca704b55f
59d1de555ce8d006cc9a7d24d6014b30d42f7d7a
'2011-12-29T19:21:37-05:00'
describe
'1376' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAADM' 'sip-files00020.txt'
98b7f5623b7fb7bd080d2907cf0f5e2c
afa7ff72ca84ec663ef4f4689489ade76c8f35a0
'2011-12-29T19:17:02-05:00'
describe
'10764' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAADN' 'sip-files00020thm.jpg'
e8de991edf5b95267f6252be2e44d602
aea81935c5a3cbdee8fe219cb390fd0382b5379d
'2011-12-29T19:21:34-05:00'
describe
'327553' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAADO' 'sip-files00021.jp2'
d7bac5e5d3b245bc7827edf314c74333
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'2011-12-29T19:23:50-05:00'
describe
'137694' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAADP' 'sip-files00021.jpg'
7b790a23059c7f861982ca36d8a9c8bc
40543c0454229158d64173df83256c6a4bf5219f
'2011-12-29T19:19:02-05:00'
describe
'34110' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAADQ' 'sip-files00021.pro'
57bdb47d306e933c6fe419f1fe821cad
5e3d8cde227ff1243df12c481d3b8220b2c68059
'2011-12-29T19:11:04-05:00'
describe
'44635' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAADR' 'sip-files00021.QC.jpg'
7216aad8398783031547814cf85a3614
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAADS' 'sip-files00021.tif'
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a55cdb340a95e3e9fd887ac572f7f9b5c7273a19
'2011-12-29T19:14:12-05:00'
describe
'1354' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAADT' 'sip-files00021.txt'
713c3e02c990be49a5fa0dced4703b97
50f78cfb9e6ee89f63a7296702911ece39eff523
'2011-12-29T19:20:37-05:00'
describe
'10843' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAADU' 'sip-files00021thm.jpg'
c1958449775bfa1c1881b74fa93c99ff
ae97299ffc0b0bce27ed1e3f571cfededbf99945
describe
'327645' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAADV' 'sip-files00022.jp2'
39fc90b123ea4cd483240414c0e5e61e
b1bfb3ccc0719368401af7134be1fa208b8c3e85
'2011-12-29T19:23:54-05:00'
describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAADZ' 'sip-files00022.tif'
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describe
'1396' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAEA' 'sip-files00022.txt'
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describe
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describe
'327562' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAEC' 'sip-files00023.jp2'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAEG' 'sip-files00023.tif'
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describe
'1411' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAEH' 'sip-files00023.txt'
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describe
'11584' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAEI' 'sip-files00023thm.jpg'
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describe
'327567' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAEJ' 'sip-files00024.jp2'
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describe
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describe
'37486' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAEL' 'sip-files00024.pro'
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describe
'46699' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAEM' 'sip-files00024.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAEN' 'sip-files00024.tif'
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describe
'1510' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAEO' 'sip-files00024.txt'
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describe
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'11344' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAEP' 'sip-files00024thm.jpg'
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describe
'327845' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAEQ' 'sip-files00025.jp2'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAEU' 'sip-files00025.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAEV' 'sip-files00025.txt'
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describe
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describe
'327405' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAEX' 'sip-files00026.jp2'
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describe
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describe
'35101' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAEZ' 'sip-files00026.pro'
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describe
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describe
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describe
'1387' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAFC' 'sip-files00026.txt'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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'2011-12-29T19:17:28-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAFI' 'sip-files00027.tif'
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'2011-12-29T19:24:25-05:00'
describe
'1437' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAFJ' 'sip-files00027.txt'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'29444' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAFN' 'sip-files00028.pro'
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describe
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'2011-12-29T19:18:32-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAFP' 'sip-files00028.tif'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAFW' 'sip-files00029.tif'
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describe
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'2011-12-29T19:17:46-05:00'
describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAGE' 'sip-files00030.txt'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'327386' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAMS' 'sip-files00056.jp2'
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'2011-12-29T19:09:20-05:00'
describe
'139776' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAMT' 'sip-files00056.jpg'
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describe
'34449' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAMU' 'sip-files00056.pro'
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'2011-12-29T19:23:09-05:00'
describe
'44977' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAMV' 'sip-files00056.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAMW' 'sip-files00056.tif'
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'2011-12-29T19:04:51-05:00'
describe
'1362' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAMX' 'sip-files00056.txt'
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'2011-12-29T19:08:42-05:00'
describe
'10934' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAMY' 'sip-files00056thm.jpg'
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describe
'327716' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAMZ' 'sip-files00057.jp2'
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describe
'147898' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANA' 'sip-files00057.jpg'
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'2011-12-29T19:16:32-05:00'
describe
'36268' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANB' 'sip-files00057.pro'
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'2011-12-29T19:05:18-05:00'
describe
'47700' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANC' 'sip-files00057.QC.jpg'
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'2011-12-29T19:12:49-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAND' 'sip-files00057.tif'
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'2011-12-29T19:05:49-05:00'
describe
'1454' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANE' 'sip-files00057.txt'
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'2011-12-29T19:05:12-05:00'
describe
'11313' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANF' 'sip-files00057thm.jpg'
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describe
'327812' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANG' 'sip-files00058.jp2'
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'2011-12-29T19:08:50-05:00'
describe
'143322' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANH' 'sip-files00058.jpg'
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'2011-12-29T19:06:11-05:00'
describe
'36432' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANI' 'sip-files00058.pro'
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'2011-12-29T19:19:52-05:00'
describe
'47161' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANJ' 'sip-files00058.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANK' 'sip-files00058.tif'
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'2011-12-29T19:20:39-05:00'
describe
'1444' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANL' 'sip-files00058.txt'
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'2011-12-29T19:14:25-05:00'
describe
'11431' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANM' 'sip-files00058thm.jpg'
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'2011-12-29T19:24:04-05:00'
describe
'327441' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANN' 'sip-files00059.jp2'
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'2011-12-29T19:21:50-05:00'
describe
'121202' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANO' 'sip-files00059.jpg'
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'2011-12-29T19:16:51-05:00'
describe
'28267' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANP' 'sip-files00059.pro'
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describe
'37759' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANQ' 'sip-files00059.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANR' 'sip-files00059.tif'
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'2011-12-29T19:08:13-05:00'
describe
'1164' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANS' 'sip-files00059.txt'
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describe
'9689' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANT' 'sip-files00059thm.jpg'
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describe
'327657' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANU' 'sip-files00060.jp2'
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describe
'143588' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANV' 'sip-files00060.jpg'
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'2011-12-29T19:15:46-05:00'
describe
'35396' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANW' 'sip-files00060.pro'
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'2011-12-29T19:14:10-05:00'
describe
'46679' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANX' 'sip-files00060.QC.jpg'
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'2011-12-29T19:18:09-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANY' 'sip-files00060.tif'
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'2011-12-29T19:12:00-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAANZ' 'sip-files00060.txt'
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'2011-12-29T19:08:58-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOA' 'sip-files00060thm.jpg'
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'2011-12-29T19:21:07-05:00'
describe
'327583' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOB' 'sip-files00061.jp2'
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'2011-12-29T19:13:08-05:00'
describe
'143814' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOC' 'sip-files00061.jpg'
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'2011-12-29T19:15:41-05:00'
describe
'35022' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOD' 'sip-files00061.pro'
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'2011-12-29T19:25:09-05:00'
describe
'46528' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOE' 'sip-files00061.QC.jpg'
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'2011-12-29T19:14:57-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOF' 'sip-files00061.tif'
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'2011-12-29T19:16:03-05:00'
describe
'1384' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOG' 'sip-files00061.txt'
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describe
'11594' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOH' 'sip-files00061thm.jpg'
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describe
'327839' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOI' 'sip-files00062.jp2'
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'2011-12-29T19:06:15-05:00'
describe
'142738' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOJ' 'sip-files00062.jpg'
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'2011-12-29T19:25:34-05:00'
describe
'34919' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOK' 'sip-files00062.pro'
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describe
'45506' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOL' 'sip-files00062.QC.jpg'
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'2011-12-29T19:22:44-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOM' 'sip-files00062.tif'
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'2011-12-29T19:07:01-05:00'
describe
'1380' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAON' 'sip-files00062.txt'
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describe
'11491' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOO' 'sip-files00062thm.jpg'
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'2011-12-29T19:24:53-05:00'
describe
'327381' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOP' 'sip-files00063.jp2'
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'2011-12-29T19:25:08-05:00'
describe
'148660' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOQ' 'sip-files00063.jpg'
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'2011-12-29T19:16:08-05:00'
describe
'36482' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOR' 'sip-files00063.pro'
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describe
'48558' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOS' 'sip-files00063.QC.jpg'
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'2011-12-29T19:20:32-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOT' 'sip-files00063.tif'
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'2011-12-29T19:06:59-05:00'
describe
'1440' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOU' 'sip-files00063.txt'
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'2011-12-29T19:26:07-05:00'
describe
'11599' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOV' 'sip-files00063thm.jpg'
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'2011-12-29T19:15:21-05:00'
describe
'327827' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOW' 'sip-files00064.jp2'
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'2011-12-29T19:22:38-05:00'
describe
'138065' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOX' 'sip-files00064.jpg'
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'2011-12-29T19:15:27-05:00'
describe
'32995' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOY' 'sip-files00064.pro'
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describe
'44606' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAOZ' 'sip-files00064.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAPA' 'sip-files00064.tif'
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'2011-12-29T19:24:07-05:00'
describe
'1329' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAPB' 'sip-files00064.txt'
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describe
'11049' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAPC' 'sip-files00064thm.jpg'
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'2011-12-29T19:17:48-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAPD' 'sip-files00065.jp2'
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describe
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'2011-12-29T19:18:59-05:00'
describe
'31614' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAPF' 'sip-files00065.pro'
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'2011-12-29T19:20:24-05:00'
describe
'40365' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAPG' 'sip-files00065.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAPH' 'sip-files00065.tif'
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describe
'1266' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAPI' 'sip-files00065.txt'
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'2011-12-29T19:24:20-05:00'
describe
'10792' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAPJ' 'sip-files00065thm.jpg'
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'2011-12-29T19:16:26-05:00'
describe
'327587' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAPK' 'sip-files00066.jp2'
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'2011-12-29T19:22:40-05:00'
describe
'136585' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAPL' 'sip-files00066.jpg'
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'2011-12-29T19:17:37-05:00'
describe
'33262' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAPM' 'sip-files00066.pro'
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'2011-12-29T19:20:23-05:00'
describe
'43796' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAPN' 'sip-files00066.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAPO' 'sip-files00066.tif'
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describe
'1322' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAPP' 'sip-files00066.txt'
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'2011-12-29T19:21:27-05:00'
describe
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describe
'327568' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAPR' 'sip-files00067.jp2'
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describe
'143175' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAPS' 'sip-files00067.jpg'
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'2011-12-29T19:05:45-05:00'
describe
'36948' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAPT' 'sip-files00067.pro'
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describe
'45853' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAPU' 'sip-files00067.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAPV' 'sip-files00067.tif'
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describe
'1475' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAPW' 'sip-files00067.txt'
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describe
'10862' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAPX' 'sip-files00067thm.jpg'
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describe
'327653' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAPY' 'sip-files00068.jp2'
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describe
'142744' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAPZ' 'sip-files00068.jpg'
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describe
'34944' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQA' 'sip-files00068.pro'
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describe
'45654' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQB' 'sip-files00068.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQC' 'sip-files00068.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQD' 'sip-files00068.txt'
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describe
'11124' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQE' 'sip-files00068thm.jpg'
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describe
'327870' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQF' 'sip-files00069.jp2'
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describe
'138508' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQG' 'sip-files00069.jpg'
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describe
'35679' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQH' 'sip-files00069.pro'
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describe
'44206' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQI' 'sip-files00069.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQJ' 'sip-files00069.tif'
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describe
'1426' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQK' 'sip-files00069.txt'
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describe
'10694' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQL' 'sip-files00069thm.jpg'
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describe
'327614' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQM' 'sip-files00070.jp2'
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describe
'137474' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQN' 'sip-files00070.jpg'
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describe
'35085' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQO' 'sip-files00070.pro'
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describe
'45564' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQP' 'sip-files00070.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQQ' 'sip-files00070.tif'
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describe
'1405' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQR' 'sip-files00070.txt'
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describe
'11119' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQS' 'sip-files00070thm.jpg'
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describe
'327865' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQT' 'sip-files00071.jp2'
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describe
'130797' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQU' 'sip-files00071.jpg'
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describe
'30401' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQV' 'sip-files00071.pro'
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describe
'41779' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQW' 'sip-files00071.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQX' 'sip-files00071.tif'
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describe
'1212' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQY' 'sip-files00071.txt'
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describe
'10360' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAQZ' 'sip-files00071thm.jpg'
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describe
'327674' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARA' 'sip-files00072.jp2'
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describe
'122089' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARB' 'sip-files00072.jpg'
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describe
'27487' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARC' 'sip-files00072.pro'
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describe
'38848' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARD' 'sip-files00072.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARE' 'sip-files00072.tif'
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describe
'1138' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARF' 'sip-files00072.txt'
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describe
'9712' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARG' 'sip-files00072thm.jpg'
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describe
'327627' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARH' 'sip-files00073.jp2'
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describe
'146975' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARI' 'sip-files00073.jpg'
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'2011-12-29T19:18:20-05:00'
describe
'35816' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARJ' 'sip-files00073.pro'
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describe
'47819' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARK' 'sip-files00073.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARL' 'sip-files00073.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARM' 'sip-files00073.txt'
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describe
'11687' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARN' 'sip-files00073thm.jpg'
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describe
'327422' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARO' 'sip-files00074.jp2'
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describe
'141478' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARP' 'sip-files00074.jpg'
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describe
'34740' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARQ' 'sip-files00074.pro'
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describe
'46046' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARR' 'sip-files00074.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARS' 'sip-files00074.tif'
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describe
'1377' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAART' 'sip-files00074.txt'
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describe
'11229' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARU' 'sip-files00074thm.jpg'
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describe
'327500' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARV' 'sip-files00075.jp2'
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describe
'141753' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARW' 'sip-files00075.jpg'
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describe
'34312' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARX' 'sip-files00075.pro'
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describe
'46102' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARY' 'sip-files00075.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAARZ' 'sip-files00075.tif'
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describe
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describe
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describe
'327333' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAASC' 'sip-files00076.jp2'
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describe
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describe
'36762' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAASE' 'sip-files00076.pro'
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAASG' 'sip-files00076.tif'
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describe
'1472' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAASH' 'sip-files00076.txt'
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describe
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describe
'327445' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAASJ' 'sip-files00077.jp2'
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describe
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describe
'35423' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAASL' 'sip-files00077.pro'
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describe
'45975' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAASM' 'sip-files00077.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAASN' 'sip-files00077.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAASO' 'sip-files00077.txt'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAASP' 'sip-files00077thm.jpg'
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describe
'327759' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAASQ' 'sip-files00078.jp2'
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describe
'138298' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAASR' 'sip-files00078.jpg'
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describe
'32282' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAASS' 'sip-files00078.pro'
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAASU' 'sip-files00078.tif'
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describe
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describe
'11111' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAASW' 'sip-files00078thm.jpg'
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describe
'327676' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAASX' 'sip-files00079.jp2'
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describe
'132377' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAASY' 'sip-files00079.jpg'
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describe
'31108' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAASZ' 'sip-files00079.pro'
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describe
'42312' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATA' 'sip-files00079.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATB' 'sip-files00079.tif'
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describe
'1246' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATC' 'sip-files00079.txt'
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describe
'10741' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATD' 'sip-files00079thm.jpg'
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describe
'327411' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATE' 'sip-files00080.jp2'
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describe
'126379' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATF' 'sip-files00080.jpg'
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describe
'30816' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATG' 'sip-files00080.pro'
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describe
'40856' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATH' 'sip-files00080.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATI' 'sip-files00080.tif'
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describe
'1221' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATJ' 'sip-files00080.txt'
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describe
'10049' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATK' 'sip-files00080thm.jpg'
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describe
'327458' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATL' 'sip-files00081.jp2'
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describe
'130414' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATM' 'sip-files00081.jpg'
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describe
'30866' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATN' 'sip-files00081.pro'
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describe
'43296' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATO' 'sip-files00081.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATP' 'sip-files00081.tif'
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describe
'1257' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATQ' 'sip-files00081.txt'
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describe
'10410' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATR' 'sip-files00081thm.jpg'
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describe
'327394' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATS' 'sip-files00082.jp2'
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describe
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describe
'35621' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATU' 'sip-files00082.pro'
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describe
'48571' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATV' 'sip-files00082.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATW' 'sip-files00082.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATX' 'sip-files00082.txt'
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describe
'11893' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATY' 'sip-files00082thm.jpg'
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describe
'327573' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAATZ' 'sip-files00083.jp2'
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describe
'150359' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAUA' 'sip-files00083.jpg'
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describe
'35304' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAUB' 'sip-files00083.pro'
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAUD' 'sip-files00083.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAUE' 'sip-files00083.txt'
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describe
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describe
'327877' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAUG' 'sip-files00084.jp2'
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describe
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describe
'35942' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAUI' 'sip-files00084.pro'
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAUK' 'sip-files00084.tif'
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describe
'1417' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAUL' 'sip-files00084.txt'
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describe
'11461' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAUM' 'sip-files00084thm.jpg'
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describe
'327572' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAUN' 'sip-files00085.jp2'
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describe
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describe
'36701' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAUP' 'sip-files00085.pro'
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAUR' 'sip-files00085.tif'
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describe
'1462' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAUS' 'sip-files00085.txt'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'47489' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAUX' 'sip-files00086.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAUY' 'sip-files00086.tif'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAVM' 'sip-files00088.tif'
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describe
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describe
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'11114' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAVO' 'sip-files00088thm.jpg'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAVT' 'sip-files00089.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAVU' 'sip-files00089.txt'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'35894' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAVY' 'sip-files00090.pro'
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describe
'47382' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAVZ' 'sip-files00090.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAWA' 'sip-files00090.tif'
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describe
'1416' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAWB' 'sip-files00090.txt'
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'2011-12-29T19:24:48-05:00'
describe
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'2011-12-29T19:21:35-05:00'
describe
'327563' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAWD' 'sip-files00091.jp2'
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describe
'137540' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAWE' 'sip-files00091.jpg'
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describe
'34372' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAWF' 'sip-files00091.pro'
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAWH' 'sip-files00091.tif'
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describe
'1361' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAWI' 'sip-files00091.txt'
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describe
'11326' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAWJ' 'sip-files00091thm.jpg'
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'2011-12-29T19:09:31-05:00'
describe
'327717' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAWK' 'sip-files00092.jp2'
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describe
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'2011-12-29T19:20:35-05:00'
describe
'36077' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAWM' 'sip-files00092.pro'
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAWO' 'sip-files00092.tif'
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'2011-12-29T19:15:14-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAWP' 'sip-files00092.txt'
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describe
'11288' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAWQ' 'sip-files00092thm.jpg'
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describe
'327582' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAWR' 'sip-files00093.jp2'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAWV' 'sip-files00093.tif'
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describe
'1107' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAWW' 'sip-files00093.txt'
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describe
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describe
'327368' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAWY' 'sip-files00094.jp2'
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describe
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'2011-12-29T19:18:26-05:00'
describe
'35506' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAXA' 'sip-files00094.pro'
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAXC' 'sip-files00094.tif'
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'2011-12-29T19:15:57-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAXD' 'sip-files00094.txt'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAXE' 'sip-files00094thm.jpg'
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'2011-12-29T19:15:22-05:00'
describe
'327606' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAXF' 'sip-files00095.jp2'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAXJ' 'sip-files00095.tif'
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describe
'1509' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAXK' 'sip-files00095.txt'
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'2011-12-29T19:18:15-05:00'
describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAXM' 'sip-files00096.jp2'
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'2011-12-29T19:14:40-05:00'
describe
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describe
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describe
'45671' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAXP' 'sip-files00096.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAXQ' 'sip-files00096.tif'
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'2011-12-29T19:17:43-05:00'
describe
'1391' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAXR' 'sip-files00096.txt'
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'2011-12-29T19:12:21-05:00'
describe
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describe
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describe
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'2011-12-29T19:11:55-05:00'
describe
'36700' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAXV' 'sip-files00097.pro'
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describe
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'2011-12-29T19:25:33-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAXX' 'sip-files00097.tif'
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'2011-12-29T19:13:40-05:00'
describe
'1446' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAXY' 'sip-files00097.txt'
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describe
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describe
'327846' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAYA' 'sip-files00098.jp2'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAYE' 'sip-files00098.tif'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAYL' 'sip-files00099.tif'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAYS' 'sip-files00100.tif'
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAYV' 'sip-files00101.jp2'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAYZ' 'sip-files00101.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAZA' 'sip-files00101.txt'
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describe
'11186' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAZB' 'sip-files00101thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAZC' 'sip-files00102.jp2'
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describe
'140886' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAZD' 'sip-files00102.jpg'
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describe
'33404' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAZE' 'sip-files00102.pro'
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describe
'46060' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAZF' 'sip-files00102.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAZG' 'sip-files00102.tif'
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describe
'1341' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAZH' 'sip-files00102.txt'
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describe
'10849' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAZI' 'sip-files00102thm.jpg'
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describe
'327646' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAZJ' 'sip-files00103.jp2'
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAZL' 'sip-files00103.pro'
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describe
'47004' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAZM' 'sip-files00103.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAZN' 'sip-files00103.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAZO' 'sip-files00103.txt'
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describe
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describe
'327412' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAZQ' 'sip-files00104.jp2'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAZU' 'sip-files00104.tif'
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describe
'1274' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAZV' 'sip-files00104.txt'
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describe
'9673' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAZW' 'sip-files00104thm.jpg'
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describe
'327195' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAAAZX' 'sip-files00105.jp2'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABAB' 'sip-files00105.tif'
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describe
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describe
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'9869' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABAD' 'sip-files00105thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABAE' 'sip-files00107.jp2'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABAI' 'sip-files00107.tif'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABAP' 'sip-files00108.tif'
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABAS' 'sip-files00109.jp2'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABAW' 'sip-files00109.tif'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABBD' 'sip-files00110.tif'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABBR' 'sip-files00112.tif'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABBY' 'sip-files00113.tif'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABFE' 'sip-files00125.tif'
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describe
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describe
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describe
'327639' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABFH' 'sip-files00126.jp2'
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describe
'148434' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABFI' 'sip-files00126.jpg'
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describe
'36154' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABFJ' 'sip-files00126.pro'
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describe
'48430' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABFK' 'sip-files00126.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABFL' 'sip-files00126.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABFM' 'sip-files00126.txt'
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describe
'11816' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABFN' 'sip-files00126thm.jpg'
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describe
'327593' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABFO' 'sip-files00127.jp2'
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describe
'152136' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABFP' 'sip-files00127.jpg'
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describe
'36569' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABFQ' 'sip-files00127.pro'
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describe
'48168' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABFR' 'sip-files00127.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABFS' 'sip-files00127.tif'
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describe
'1441' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABFT' 'sip-files00127.txt'
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describe
'11697' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABFU' 'sip-files00127thm.jpg'
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describe
'327439' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABFV' 'sip-files00128.jp2'
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describe
'148911' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABFW' 'sip-files00128.jpg'
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describe
'37273' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABFX' 'sip-files00128.pro'
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describe
'46891' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABFY' 'sip-files00128.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABFZ' 'sip-files00128.tif'
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describe
'1492' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABGA' 'sip-files00128.txt'
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describe
'11031' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABGB' 'sip-files00128thm.jpg'
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describe
'327691' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABGC' 'sip-files00129.jp2'
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describe
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describe
'33107' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABGE' 'sip-files00129.pro'
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABGG' 'sip-files00129.tif'
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describe
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describe
'10858' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABGI' 'sip-files00129thm.jpg'
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describe
'327850' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABGJ' 'sip-files00130.jp2'
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describe
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describe
'34991' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABGL' 'sip-files00130.pro'
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describe
'46618' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABGM' 'sip-files00130.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABGN' 'sip-files00130.tif'
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describe
'1385' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABGO' 'sip-files00130.txt'
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describe
'11721' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABGP' 'sip-files00130thm.jpg'
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describe
'327363' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABGQ' 'sip-files00131.jp2'
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describe
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describe
'35596' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABGS' 'sip-files00131.pro'
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describe
'48089' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABGT' 'sip-files00131.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABGU' 'sip-files00131.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABGV' 'sip-files00131.txt'
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABGX' 'sip-files00132.jp2'
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describe
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describe
'36040' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABGZ' 'sip-files00132.pro'
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABHB' 'sip-files00132.tif'
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describe
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describe
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describe
'327493' 'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABHE' 'sip-files00133.jp2'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABHI' 'sip-files00133.tif'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081212_AAAAOJfileF20081215_AAABHP' 'sip-files00135.tif'