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You will sleep as comfortably as if on a soft couch." Many of the young soldiers followed Hannibal's advice; others, among whom was Malchus, determined to accustom themselves at once to the hard ground. Malchus was not long in getting to sleep, his last thought being that the precaution advised by Hannibal to ensure repose was altogether unnecessary.
Though even Mrs. Allen was tearful and kind in her greeting, and Laura warm and affectionate in the extreme, old Hannibal's welcome, so frank, genuine, and innocent, seemed to soften Zell more than any one's else. "You poor, heavenly-minded old fool," she said, with an unwonted tear in her eye, "you don't know any better."
He knew in what condition Hannibal's army had descended from the Alps, and wished to attack them before they should have time to recover from the effects of their privations and sufferings. He reached the Po before he saw any thing of Hannibal. Hannibal, in the mean time, was not idle.
It was well known that among the merchants and agriculturists there figured men expert in war, who had traveled through many lands. The memory of his boyhood companion, Actæon, the Greek adventurer, surged through Hannibal's mind. He, surely, must be the introducer of the phalaric, a dart wrapped in tow and dipped in pitch.
"Do you remember when Bob was born?" "Eh?" "Do you remember? I had trouble, too." Into Hannibal's eyes came a slow and painful light of reminiscence. "The doctors thought " "Of course I remember!" her husband broke in. "Those damned doctors said you'd never come through it." "Yes; I wasn't strong." "But you did. I was with you. I fought for you. I wouldn't let you die. Remember it?"
But upon this evening there was a caller who looked with cool, undaunted eyes upon the stiff necktie and solemn visage rising above it, and to Hannibal's reiterated statement, "Dey am engaged," replied in a quiet tone of command: "Take that card to Miss Edith."
In the gorge of the Apennines he naturally remembers the hardships which Hannibal's army endured, and proceeds to cite, not the authentic narrative of Polybius, not the picturesque narrative of Livy, but the languid hexameters of Silius Italicus.
Sho why, words flowed out of him as naturally as water out of a branch." Of Hannibal's relationship to the judge he said nothing. He felt that was a secret to be revealed by the judge himself when he should see fit. "Uncle Bob, who'm I going to live with now?" questioned Hannibal anxiously. "That p'int's already come up, Nevvy him and me's decided that there won't be no friction.
His father, whose name he bore, had been a magnificent aristocrat, and his mother was Cornelia, daughter of Hannibal's conqueror, the first Scipio Africanus, and one of the comparatively few women whose names are famous in history.
Fabius told him, if he would profitably serve his country, he must no less oppose Varro's ignorant eagerness than Hannibal's conscious readiness, since both alike conspired to decide the fate of Rome by a battle.
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