and some from weariness and cold. And yet Hannibal pressed onward.
At last the fearful upward march was ended. The army had passed the summit of the mighty mountain wall. Looking down from the heights, the weary men could see the green forests and fields of Italy spread out like a map below them.
“It is there that Rome lies!” cried Hannibal.
But the Roman armies were waiting for him below. Many a hard battle did he fight, vainly trying to reach the city which he had set out to destroy. In the end his army was beaten, and he was for-ced to escape from Italy as best he could, taking only a small remnant of his men with him.
Rome and not Carthage was to be the mistress of the world.
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