Broad tracks made by the streams of lead might be distinguished on the walls.

A broken-down wooden tower burned here and there, and the houses showed dimly like the stages of a ruined ampitheatre.

Heavy fumes of smoke were rising, and rolling with them sparks which were lost in the dark sky.
The Carthaginians, however, who were consumed by thirst, had rushed to the cisterns.

They broke open the doors.

A miry swamp stretched at the bottom.
What was to be done now?
Moreover, the Barbarians were countless, and when their fatigue was over they would begin again.
The people deliberated all night in groups at the corners of the streets.