BENEATH THE WALLS OF CARTHAGE
Some country people, riding on asses or running on foot, arrived in the town, pale, breathless, and mad with fear.They were flying before the army.It had accomplished the journey from Sicca in three days, in order to reach Carthage and wholly exterminate it.
The gates were shut.The Barbarians appeared almost immediately; but they stopped in the middle of the isthmus, on the edge of the lake.
At first they made no hostile announcement.Several approached with palm branches in their hands.They were driven back with arrows, so great was the terror.
In the morning and at nightfall prowlers would sometimes wander along the walls.A little man carefully wrapped in a cloak, and with his face concealed beneath a very low visor, was especially noticed.He would remain whole hours gazing at the aqueduct, and so persistently that he doubtless wished to mislead the Carthaginians as to his real designs.Another man, a sort of giant who walked bareheaded, used to accompany him.
But Carthage was defended throughout the whole breadth of the isthmus:
first by a trench, then by a grassy rampart, and lastly by a wall thirty cubits high, built of freestone, and in two storys.It contained stables for three hundred elephants with stores for their caparisons, shackles, and food; other stables again for four thousand horses with supplies of barley and harness, and barracks for twenty thousand soldiers with armour and all materials of war.Towers rose from the second story, all provided with battlements, and having bronze bucklers hung on cramps on the outside.
This first line of wall gave immediate shelter to Malqua, the sailors'
and dyers' quarter.Masts might be seen whereon purple sails were drying, and on the highest terraces clay furnaces for heating the pickle were visible.
Behind, the lofty houses of the city rose in an ampitheatre of cubical form.They were built of stone, planks, shingle, reeds, shells, and beaten earth.The woods belonging to the temples were like lakes of verdure in this mountain of diversely-coloured blocks.It was levelled at unequal distances by the public squares, and was cut from top to bottom by countless intersecting lanes.The enclosures of the three old quarters which are now lost might be distinguished; they rose here and there like great reefs, or extended in enormous fronts, blackened, half-covered with flowers, and broadly striped by the casting of filth, while streets passed through their yawning apertures like rivers beneath bridges.
The hill of the Acropolis, in the centre of Byrsa, was hidden beneath a disordered array of monuments.There were temples with wreathed columns bearing bronze capitals and metal chains, cones of dry stones with bands of azure, copper cupolas, marble architraves, Babylonian buttresses, obelisks poised on their points like inverted torches.
Peristyles reached to pediments; volutes were displayed through colonnades; granite walls supported tile partitions; the whole mounting, half-hidden, the one above the other in a marvellous and incomprehensible fashion.In it might be felt the succession of the ages, and, as it were, the memorials of forgotten fatherlands.
Behind the Acropolis the Mappalian road, which was lined with tombs, extended through red lands in a straight line from the shore to the catacombs; then spacious dwellings occurred at intervals in the gardens, and this third quarter, Megara, which was the new town, reached as far as the edge of the cliff, where rose a giant pharos that blazed forth every night.
In this fashion was Carthage displayed before the soldiers quartered in the plain.
They could recognise the markets and crossways in the distance, and disputed with one another as to the sites of the temples.Khamon's, fronting the Syssitia, had golden tiles; Melkarth, to the left of Eschmoun, had branches of coral on its roofing; beyond, Tanith's copper cupola swelled among the palm trees; the dark Moloch was below the cisterns, in the direction of the pharos.At the angles of the pediments, on the tops of the walls, at the corners of the squares, everywhere, divinities with hideous heads might be seen, colossal or squat, with enormous bellies, or immoderately flattened, opening their jaws, extending their arms, and holding forks, chains or javelins in their hands; while the blue of the sea stretched away behind the streets which were rendered still steeper by the perspective.
They were filled from morning till evening with a tumultuous people;young boys shaking little bells, shouted at the doors of the baths;the shops for hot drinks smoked, the air resounded with the noise of anvils, the white cocks, sacred to the Sun, crowed on the terraces, the oxen that were being slaughtered bellowed in the temples, slaves ran about with baskets on their heads; and in the depths of the porticoes a priest would sometimes appear, draped in a dark cloak, barefooted, and wearing a pointed cap.
The spectacle afforded by Carthage irritated the Barbarians; they admired it and execrated it, and would have liked both to annihilate it and to dwell in it.But what was there in the Military Harbour defended by a triple wall? Then behind the town, at the back of Megara, and higher than the Acropolis, appeared Hamilcar's palace.
Matho's eyes were directed thither every moment.He would ascend the olive trees and lean over with his hand spread out above his eyebrows.
The gardens were empty, and the red door with its black cross remained constantly shut.
More than twenty times he walked round the ramparts, seeking some breach by which he might enter.One night he threw himself into the gulf and swam for three hours at a stretch.He reached the foot of the Mappalian quarter and tried to climb up the face of the cliff.He covered his knees with blood, broke his nails, and then fell back into the waves and returned.
