CHAPTER XCIII
THE FLIGHT OF MARIUS
When Marius fled from Rome, he hastened to Ostia, a seaport
at the mouth of the Tiber. So eager was he to escape
that he sailed without waiting for his son, young Marius,
whom he had sent to procure provisions.
Young Marius, meanwhile, had reached the farm where his father-in-law lived, and had spent the night there undisturbed.
But when morning dawned a servant rushed into the house, saying that he had seen soldiers riding in the direction of the farm. The steward at once ran to his barn, dragged out a wagon full of beans, and hid young Marius under them. Then, without any apparent haste, he yoked his oxen to the wagon and drove off toward the city.
Before he had driven far he passed the search party, which, unconscious that it had missed its prey, went on at a sharp trot toward the farm. In this way Marius reached the coast safely, and sailed to Africa.
But Marius, the father, was no sooner on board the ship, in which he had so hurriedly embarked, than difficulty after difficulty beset him.
Before he had sailed far along the coast of Italy a violent storm arose and blew the vessel to the shore.
Here Marius and his few followers were forced to land, and to wander about in a desolate country in search of food and shelter.
At length they met some herdsmen, but they had neither roof nor bread which they could share with the fugitives.
The herdsmen warned them, however, that horsemen were scouring the country; so, almost fainting with hunger,
