The Young Carthaginian: A Story of The Times of Hannibal
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Henty George Alfred. The Young Carthaginian: A Story of The Times of Hannibal
PREFACE
CHAPTER I: THE CAMP IN THE DESERT
CHAPTER II: A NIGHT ATTACK
CHAPTER III: CARTHAGE
CHAPTER IV: A POPULAR RISING
CHAPTER V: THE CONSPIRACY
CHAPTER VI: A CAMPAIGN IN SPAIN
CHAPTER VII: A WOLF HUNT
CHAPTER VIII: A PLOT FRUSTRATED
CHAPTER IX: THE SIEGE OF SAGUNTUM
CHAPTER X: BESET
CHAPTER XI: THE PASSAGE OF THE RHONE
CHAPTER XII: AMONG THE PASSES
CHAPTER XIII: THE BATTLE OF THE TREBIA
CHAPTER XIV: THE BATTLE OF LAKE TRASIMENE
CHAPTER XV: A MOUNTAIN TRIBE
CHAPTER XVI: IN THE DUNGEONS OF CARTHAGE
CHAPTER XVII: THE ESCAPE
CHAPTER XVIII: CANNAE
CHAPTER XIX: IN THE MINES
CHAPTER XX: THE SARDINIAN FORESTS
CHAPTER XXI: THE GAULISH SLAVE
CHAPTER XXII: THE LION
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It is afternoon, but the sun’s rays still pour down with great power upon rock and sand. How great the heat has been at midday may be seen by the quivering of the air as it rises from the ground and blurs all distant objects. It is seen, too, in the attitudes and appearance of a large body of soldiers encamped in a grove. Their arms are thrown aside, the greater portion of their clothing has been dispensed with. Some lie stretched on the ground in slumber, their faces protected from any chance rays which may find their way through the foliage above by little shelters composed of their clothing hung on two bows or javelins. Some, lately awakened, are sitting up or leaning against the trunks of the trees, but scarce one has energy to move.
The day has indeed been a hot one even for the southern edge of the Libyan desert. The cream coloured oxen stand with their heads down, lazily whisking away with their tails the flies that torment them. The horses standing near suffer more; the lather stands on their sides, their flanks heave, and from time to time they stretch out their extended nostrils in the direction from which, when the sun sinks a little lower, the breeze will begin to blow.
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With the impetuosity of youth Malchus naturally inclined rather to the aspirations of his kinsman Giscon than to the more sober counsels of his father. He had burned with shame and anger as he heard the tale of the disasters which had befallen his country, because she had made money her god, had suffered her army and her navy to be regarded as secondary objects, and had permitted the command of the sea to be wrested from her by her wiser and more far seeing rival.
As evening closed in the stir in the neighbouring camp aroused Malchus from his thoughts, and the anticipation of the lion hunt, in which he was about to take part, again became foremost.
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