Now it was lost in a sound like to the hissing of thunder rain in Ethiopia, the sound of thirty thousand arrows rushing through the wind.

Oh! they were well aimed, those arrows for I had not taught the Ethiopians archery in vain.
How many went down before them?
The gods of Egypt know alone.

I do not.
All I know is that the long slope of sand which had been crowded with standing men, was now thick with fallen men, many of whom lay as though they were asleep.

For what mail could resist the iron-pointed shafts driven by the strong bows of the Ethiopians?
And this was but a beginning, for, flight after flight, those arrows sped till the air grew dark with them.

Soon there were no more to shoot at on the slope, for these were down, and the order went to lift the bows and draw upon the camp, and especially upon the parks of baggage beasts.