The strong shunned one another, and the timid sought out the brave, who, nevertheless, were unable to save them.
To avoid infection, the corpses of the velites had been speedily buried; and the position of the graves was no longer visible.
All the Barbarians lay drooping on the ground.

A veteran would pass between their lines here and there; and they would howl curses against the Carthaginians, against Hamilcar, and against Matho, although he was innocent of their disaster; but it seemed to them that their pains would have been less if he had shared them.

Then they groaned, and some wept softly like little children.
They came to the captains and besought them to grant them something that would alleviate their sufferings.

The others made no reply; or, seized with fury, would pick up a stone and fling it in their faces.
Several, in fact, carefully kept a reserve of food in a hole in the ground--a few handfuls of dates, or a little meal; and they ate this during the night, with their heads bent beneath their cloaks.

Those who had swords kept them naked in their hands, and the most suspicious remained standing with their backs against the mountain.
They accused their chiefs and threatened them.