silver ingots, and iron bars alternated with pigs of tin brought from
the Cassiterides over the Dark Sea; gums from the country of the
Blacks were
running over their bags of palm bark; and gold dust heaped
up in leathern bottles was insensibly creeping out through the worn-
out seams. Delicate filaments drawn from
marine plants hung amid flax
from Egypt, Greece, Taprobane and Judaea; mandrepores bristled like
large bushes at the foot of the walls; and an indefinable odour--the
exhalation from perfumes, leather, spices, and
ostrich feathers, the
latter tied in great bunches at the very top of the vault--floated
through the air. An arch was formed above the door before each passage
with elephants' teeth placed
upright and meeting together at the
points.
At last he ascended the stone disc. All the
stewards stood with arms
folded and heads bent while Abdalonim reared his
pointed mitre with a
haughty air.
Hamilcar questioned the Chief of the Ships. He was an old pilot with
eyelids chafed by the wind, and white locks fell to his hips as if
dashing foam of the tempests had remained on his beard.
He replied that he had sent a fleet by Gades and Thymiamata to try to
reach Eziongaber by doubling the Southern Horn and the promontory of
Aromata.
Others had
advancedcontinuously towards the west for four moons
without meeting with any shore; but the ships prows became entangled
in weeds, the
horizon echoed
continually with the noise of cataracts,
blood-coloured mists darkened the sun, a perfume-laden
breeze lulled
the crews to sleep; and their memories were so disturbed that they
were now
unable to tell anything. However, expeditions had ascended
the rivers of the Scythians, had made their way into Colchis, and into
the countries of the Jugrians and of the Estians, had carried off
fifteen hundred maidens in the Archipelago, and sunk all the strange
vessels sailing beyond Cape Oestrymon, so that the secret of the
routes should not be known. King Ptolemaeus was detaining the incense
from Schesbar; Syracuse, Elathia, Corsica, and the islands had
furnished nothing, and the old pilot lowered his voice to announce
that a trireme was taken at Rusicada by the Numidians,--"for they are
with them, Master."
Hamilcar knit his brows; then he signed to the Chief of the Journeys
to speak. This functionary was enveloped in a brown, ungirdled robe,
and had his head covered with a long scarf of white stuff which passed
along the edge of his lips and fell upon his shoulder behind.
The caravans had set out
regularly at the winter equinox. But of
fifteen hundred men directing their course towards the extreme
boundaries of Ethiopia with excellent camels, new leathern bottles,
and supplies of painted cloth, but one had reappeared at Carthage--the
rest having died of
fatigue or become mad through the
terror of the
desert;--and he said that far beyond the Black Harousch, after passing
the Atarantes and the country of the great apes, he had seen immense
kingdoms,
wherein the pettiest utensils were all of gold, a river of
the colour of milk and as broad as the sea, forests of blue trees,
hills of aromatics, monsters with human faces vegetating on the rocks
with eyeballs which expanded like flowers to look at you; and then
crystal mountains supporting the sun behind lakes all covered with
dragons. Others had returned from India with peacocks,
pepper, and new
textures. As to those who go by way of the Syrtes and the
temple of
Ammon to purchase chalcedony, they had no doubt perished in the sands.
The caravans from Gaetulia and Phazzana had furnished their usual
supplies; but he, the Chief of the Journeys, did not
venture to fit
one out just now.
Hamilcar understood; the Mercenaries were in
occupation of the
country. He leaned upon his other elbow with a hollow groan; and the
Chief of Farms was so afraid to speak that he trembled
horribly in
spite of his thick shoulders and his big red eyeballs. His face, which
was as snub-nosed as a mastiff's, was surmounted by a net woven of
threads of bark. He wore a waist-belt of hairy leopard's skin,
whereingleamed two
formidable cutlasses.
As soon as Hamilcar turned away he began to cry aloud and
invoke all
the Baals. It was not his fault! he could not help it! He had watched
the temperature, the soil, the stars, had planted at the winter
solstice and pruned at the waning of the moon, had inspected the
slaves and had been careful of their clothes.
But Hamilcar grew angry at this loquacity. He clacked his tongue, and
the man with the cutlasses went on in rapid tones:
"Ah, Master! they have pillaged everything! sacked everything!
destroyed everything! Three thousand trees have been cut down at
Maschala, and at Ubada the granaries have been looted and the cisterns