The Ancients were reeling from exhaustion; they filled their lungs inhaling the freshness of the air; the sweat flowed down their livid faces; they had shouted so much that they could now scarcely make their voices heard.

But their wrath against the Suffet was not at all abated; they hurled menaces at him by way of farewells, and Hamilcar answered them again.
"Until the next night, Barca, in the temple of Eschmoun!" "I shall be there!" "We will have you condemned by the rich!" "And I you by the people!" "Take care that you do not end on the cross!" "And you that you are not torn to pieces in the streets!" As soon as they were on the threshold of the court they again assumed a calm demeanour.
Their runners and coachmen were waiting for them at the door.

Most of them departed on white mules.

The Suffet leaped into his chariot and took the reins; the two animals, curving their necks, and rhythmically beating the resounding pebbles, went up the whole of the Mappalian Way at full gallop, and the silver vulture at the extremity of the pole seemed to fly, so quickly did the chariot pass along.
The road crossed a field planted with slabs of stone, which were painted on the top like pyramids, and had open hands carved out in the centre as if all the dead men lying beneath had stretched them out towards heaven to demand something.

Next there came scattered cabins built of earth, branches, and bulrush-hurdles, and all of a conical shape.