Philippus forbade them to plunder on pain of death, and showed them--the gods be thanked!--that he was in earnest.

Otherwise it would soon look here as though the plagues of locusts, flood, and fire had visited us at once.

Red-haired men are not the only sons of Typhon!" And Hermon thought that he had indeed never seen any human beings equally fierce, bold to the verge of reckless madness, as these Gallic warriors.

The tempest which swept them forward, and the water through which they waded, only seemed to increase their enjoyment, for sheer delight rang in their exulting shouts and yells.
Oh, yes! To march amid this uproar of the elements was a pleasure to the healthy men.

It afforded them the rarest, most enlivening delight.