A ROMAN UNDISMAYED
TEN thousand Gauls, horsemen and footmen, waited on the plain for the onset of the Romans. The king was a very tall man. As he sat on his horse he seemed a giant. His armor, spangled with silver and gold, shone brightly in the sun.
The Romans were led by the consul, Marcellus. They were advancing in a long, thin line.
The consul pressed his horse to a gallop, and pierced the breastplate of the Gaul with his spear. When he had slain the king, Marcellus leaped from his steed, took from the dead man some of his armor, and held it toward heaven, saying:
“O Jupiter, who seest how men hear themselves in battle, to thee I consecrate these spoils. Do thou grant us equal success in the rest of this war.”
The armies then attacked each other, and the Romans won.
Not long afterward a terrible host of men from Africa—the men of Carthage, led by Hannibal—made its way through the passes of the Alps, and swept across North Italy toward Rome. It was sixteen years before the Romans defeated this general. At the battle of Cannae the armies of Rome were beaten, and thousands of Romans fled to the city.
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