In the town there was also a good supply of corn and cattle, so that the exhausted army was fed and rested, before it again began its perilous march.
It seemed as though the natives had now determined to be friendly. When the army had marched steadily on for four days, many of the tribes came to meet it, with branches of trees in their hands and on their heads wreaths, in sign of friendship. They even brought with them cattle to provide the army with food, and offered hostages, to prove that they were sincere.
Yet Hannibal did not trust them. He accepted their offers of help, but as the army approached another dangerous pass, he was careful to send the baggage and cavalry on in front.
The cavalry left the defile safely, but as the foot soldiers were still toiling along the dangerous way, the faithless barbarians attacked them from above, rolling huge stones and great masses of rock upon them.
A great number of soldiers were killed, and it was with difficulty that Hannibal regained his cavalry on the following day.
But the worst of the ascent was now over, and the army reached the summit of the Alps, after a march of nine days.
The soldiers, who had come from the warm and sunny climates of Africa and Spain, were unused to snow and frost, and they grumbled at every discomfort.
Hannibal soon roused them to a braver spirit. Calling them together he bade them look at the valley beneath. 'That valley,' he said, 'is Italy. It leads us to our allies, the Gauls, and yonder is the way to Rome.'
After resting for ten days, the army began the descent, and although no hostile tribes added to the difficulties, the downward way proved even more dangerous than the ascent.
Snow had completely covered the path, and the soldiers unawares stepped off it, to be hurled down the precipice into the chasm below.
