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"Heartened by these omens, Caesar advanced the
standards of war, and marched first to open this strange tale of daring. At first
indeed the ice and the ground fettered with white frost did not fight against them,
and lay quiet in the kindly cold. But then the regiments broke the close-bound
clouds, the trembling horses shattered the frozen bonds of the waters, and the snows
melted. Soon new-born rivers rolled from the mountain heights, but they, too, stood
still as if by some command, and the waves stopped short with ruining floods
enchained, and the water that ran a moment before now halted, hard enough to cut.
But then, treacherous before, it mocked their steps and failed their footing; horses
and men and arms together fell heaped in misery and ruin. Lo! too, the clouds were
shaken by a strong wind, and let fall their burden, and round the army were gusts of
whirlwind and a sky broken by swollen hail. Now the clouds themselves burst and fell
on the armed men, and a mass of ice showered upon them like a wave of the sea. Earth
was overwhelmed in the deep snow, and the stars of heaven, and the rivers that clung
to their banks. But Caesar was not yet overwhelmed; he
[p. 269] leaned on his
tall spear and crushed the rough ground with fearless tread, like the son of
Amphitryon
1 hastening
down from a high peak of Caucasus, or the fierce countenance of Jupiter, when he
descended from the heights of great Olympus and scattered the arms of the doomed
Giants.
"While Caesar treads down the swelling peaks in his wrath, Rumour flies swift in
terror with beating wings, and seeks out the lofty top of the tall Palatine. Then
she strikes all the images of the gods with her message of Roman thunder: how ships
are now sweeping the sea, and the horsemen red with German blood pouring hotly over
the range of the Alps. Battle, blood, slaughter, fire, and the whole picture of war
flits before their eyes. Their hearts shake in confusion, and are fearfully divided
between two counsels. One man chooses flight by land, another trusts rather to the
water, and the open sea now safer than his own country. Some prefer to attempt a
fight and turn Fate's decree to account. As deep as a man's fear is, so far he
flies. In the turmoil the people themselves, a woeful sight, are led swiftly out of
the deserted city, whither their stricken heart drives them. Rome is glad to flee,
her true sons are cowed by war, and at a rumour's breath leave their houses to
mourn. One holds his children with a shaking hand, one hides his household gods in
his bosom, and weeping, leaves his door and calls down death on the unseen enemy.
Some clasp their wives to them in tears, youths carry their aged sires, and, unused
to burdens, take with them only what they dread to lose. The fool drags all his
goods after him, and marches laden with booty to the battle: and
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now is as when on high the rush of a strong south wind tumbles and drives the
waters, and neither rigging nor helm avail the crews, and one girds together the
heavy planks of pine, another heads for quiet inlets and a waveless shore: a third
sets sail and flees, and trusts all to Chance. But why sorrow for these petty ills?
Pompey the Great, who made Pontus tremble and explored fierce Hydaspes,
2 the rock that broke the pirates,
3 who of late, in
his third triumph, shook the heart of Jupiter, to whom the troubled waters of Pontus
and the conquered Sea of Bosporus
4 bowed, flees shamefully with
the two consuls
5 and lets his imperial title drop, that fickle Chance might see
the back of great Pompey himself turned in flight.