The horrible animals dug out black furrows as they passed through the midst of it all.
The fiercest was driven by a Numidian who was crowned with a diadem of plumes.

He hurled javelins with frightful quickness, giving at intervals a long shrill whistle.

The great beasts, docile as dogs, kept an eye on him during the carnage.
The circle of them narrowed by degrees; the weakened Barbarians offered no resistance; the elephants were soon in the centre of the plain.
They lacked space; they thronged half-rearing together, and their tusks clashed against one another.

Suddenly Narr' Havas quieted them, and wheeling round they trotted back to the hills.
Two syntagmata, however, had taken refuge on the right in a bend of ground, had thrown away their arms, and were all kneeling with their faces towards the Punic tents imploring mercy with uplifted arms.
Their legs and hands were tied; then when they were stretched on the ground beside one another the elephants were brought back.
Their breasts cracked like boxes being forced; two were crushed at every step; the big feet sank into the bodies with a motion of the haunches which made the elephants appear lame.

They went on to the very end.
The level surface of the plain again became motionless.