The other rams before the other gates began to be in motion.Men might be seen mounting from step to step in the hollow wheels of the tympanums.The pulleys and caps grated, the rope curtains were lowered, and showers of stones and showers of arrows poured forth simultaneously; all the scattered slingers ran up.Some approached the rampart hiding pots of resin under their shields; then they would hurl these with all their might.This hail of bullets, darts, and flames passed above the first ranks in the form of a curve which fell behind the walls.But long cranes, used for masting vessels, were reared on the summit of the ramparts; and from them there descended some of those enormous pincers which terminated in two semicircles toothed on the inside.They bit the rams.The soldiers clung to the beam and drew it back.The Carthaginians hauled in order to pull it up; and the action was prolonged until the evening.
When the Mercenaries resumed their task on the following day, the tops of the walls were completely carpeted with bales of cotton, sails, and cushions; the battlements were stopped up with mats; and a line of forks and blades, fixed upon sticks, might be distinguished among the cranes on the rampart.A furious resistance immediately began.
Trunks of trees fastened to cables fell and rose alternately and battered the rams; cramps hurled by the ballistas tore away the roofs of the huts; and streams of flints and pebbles poured from the platforms of the towers.
At last the rams broke the gates of Khamon and Tagaste.But the Carthaginians had piled up such an abundance of materials on the inside that the leaves did not open.They remained standing.
Then they drove augers against the walls; these were applied to the joints of the blocks, so as to detach the latter.The engines were better managed, the men serving them were divided into squads, and they were worked from morning till evening without interruption and with the monotonous precision of a weaver's loom.
Spendius returned to them untiringly.It was he who stretched the skeins of the ballistas.In order that the twin tensions might completely correspond, the ropes as they were tightened were struck on the right and left alternately until both sides gave out an equal sound.Spendius would mount upon the timbers.He would strike the ropes softly with the extremity of his foot, and strain his ears like a musician tuning a lyre.Then when the beam of the catapult rose, when the pillar of the ballista trembled with the shock of the spring, when the stones were shooting in rays, and the darts pouring in streams, he would incline his whole body and fling his arms into the air as though to follow them.
The soldiers admired his skill and executed his commands.In the gaiety of their work they gave utterance to jests on the names of the machines.Thus the plyers for seizing the rams were called "wolves,"and the galleries were covered with "vines"; they were lambs, or they were going to gather the grapes; and as they loaded their pieces they would say to the onagers: "Come, pick well!" and to the scorpions:
"Pierce them to the heart!" These jokes, which were ever the same, kept up their courage.
Nevertheless the machines did not demolish the rampart.It was formed of two walls and was completely filled with earth.The upper portions were beaten down, but each time the besieged raised them again.Matho ordered the construction of wooden towers which should be as high as the towers of stone.They cast turf, stakes, pebbles and chariots with their wheels into the trench so as to fill it up the more quickly; but before this was accomplished the immense throng of the Barbarians undulated over the plain with a single movement and came beating against the foot of the walls like an overflowing sea.
They moved forward the rope ladders, straight ladders, and sambucas, the latter consisting of two poles from which a series of bamboos terminating in a moveable bridge were lowered by means of tackling.
They formed numerous straight lines resting against the wall, and the Mercenaries mounted them in files, holding their weapons in their hands.Not a Carthaginian showed himself; already two thirds of the rampart had been covered.Then the battlements opened, vomiting flames and smoke like dragon jaws; the sand scattered and entered the joints of their armour; the petroleum fastened on their garments; the liquid lead hopped on their helmets and made holes in their flesh; a rain of sparks splashed against their faces, and eyeless orbits seemed to weep tears as big as almonds.There were men all yellow with oil, with their hair in flames.They began to run and set fire to the rest.They were extinguished in mantles steeped in blood, which were thrown from a distance over their faces.Some who had no wounds remained motionless, stiffer than stakes, their mouths open and their arms outspread.
The assault was renewed for several days in succession, the Mercenaries hoping to triumph by extraordinary energy and audacity.
Sometimes a man raised on the shoulders of another would drive a pin between the stones, and then ****** use of it as a step to reach further, would place a second and a third; and, protected by the edge of the battlements, which stood out from the wall, they would gradually raise themselves in this way; but on reaching a certain height they always fell back again.The great trench was full to overflowing; the wounded were massed pell-mell with the dead and dying beneath the footsteps of the living.Calcined trunks formed black spots amid opened entrails, scattered brains, and pools of blood; and arms and legs projecting half way out of a heap, would stand straight up like props in a burning vineyard.
The ladders proving insufficient the tollenos were brought into requisition,--instruments consisting of a long beam set transversely upon another, and bearing at its extremity a quadrangular basket which would hold thirty foot-soldiers with their weapons.
