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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 whereonpurple 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 broadlystriped 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 bearingbronze 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




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