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The Young Carthaginian

CHAPTER I: THE CAMP IN THE DESERT
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The conquered people fret under the heavy tributes which they have to pay, and the vile populace murmur at the taxes.
"In Italy, Rome looms greater and more powerful year by year.

Her people are hardy and trained to arms, and some day the struggle between us and her will have to be fought out to the death.

Therefore, my son, it behooves us to use every effort to make ourselves worthy of our position.

Set before yourself the example of your cousin Hannibal, who, young as he is, is already viewed as the greatest man in Carthage.
Grudge no hardship or suffering to harden your frame and strengthen your arms.
"Some day you too may lead armies in the field, and, believe me, they will follow you all the better and more cheerfully if they know that in strength and endurance, as well as in position, their commander is the foremost man in his army." Malchus had been an apt pupil, and had done justice to the pains which his father had bestowed upon him and to the training he had undergone.
He could wield the arms of a man, could swim the coldest river, endure hardship and want of food, traverse long distances at the top of his speed, could throw a javelin with unerring aim, and send an arrow to the mark as truly as the best of the Libyan archers.
"The sun is going down fast, father," the lad said, "the shadows are lengthening and the heat is declining." "We have only your word for the decline of the heat, Malchus," one of the younger men laughed; "I feel hotter than ever.

This is the fifteenth time that you have been to the door of the tent during the last half hour.


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