Here he was soiling his purple boots as he crushed the filth under-foot; and he had not all these men before him at the end of a catapult to make them fly into fragments! He felt humiliated at having defended them; it was a delusion and a piece of treachery; and as he could not revenge himself upon the soldiers, or the Ancients, or Salammbo, or anybody, and his wrath required some victim, he condemned all the slaves of the gardens to the mines at a single stroke.
Abdalonim shuddered each time that he saw him approaching the parks.

But Hamilcar took the path towards the mill, from which there might be heard issuing a mournful melopoeia.
The heavy mill-stones were turning amid the dust.

They consisted of two cones of porphyry laid the one upon the other--the upper one of the two, which carried a funnel, being made to revolve upon the second by means of strong bars.

Some men were pushing these with their breasts and arms, while others were yoked to them and were pulling them.

The friction of the straps had formed purulent scabs round about their armpits such as are seen on asses' withers, and the end of the limp black rag, which scarcely covered their loins, hung down and flapped against their hams like a long tail.