Pompeians did the like yonder.

The long reach of the line swayed to and fro, rippling like a dark ribbon in the wind.

Now and then a combatant would receive a mortal wound, and go down out of sight in the throng, which closed over him almost ere he could utter one sharp cry.
Caesar was everywhere.

His voice rang like a clarion down the lines; he knew, as it were, each soldier by name--and when a stout blow was to be struck, or a stand was needed to bear up against the weight of hostile numbers, Caesar's praise or admonition to stand firm was as a fresh cohort flung into the scale.

Drusus rode with him, both mounted, hence unable to mingle in the press, but exposed to the showers of arrows and sling-stones which the Pompeian auxiliaries rained upon them.