had been tossed indiscriminately on war-chariots, horse furniture, or
scattered heaps of spoil—where the movable city had seemed but a
confused and disorganised mass, was fairly marshalled the flower of
an Assyrian army, perfect in formation, splendid in equipment, and
no less formidable, thus disposed in its smooth motionless
concentration, like a snake prepared to strike, than when drawn out
in winding shining lines to encircle and annihilate its foe.
Even the captives had their allotted station, and with the spoil were
disposed in mathematical regularity, to be guarded by a chosen band
of spears. These prisoners were of two kinds, separate and distinct
in every detail of feature, form, and bearing. The darker portion,
some of whom were so swarthy that their colour looked like bronze,
scowled with peculiar hatred on their conquerors, and, as it seemed,
with the more reason that several bore such wounds and injuries as
showed they had fought hard before they were taken alive, while a
whiter-skinned and better-favoured race, with flowing beards, high
features, and stately bearing, who kept entirely apart and to
themselves, seemed to accept the proceedings of their captors in the
forbearance of conscious superiority, not without a certain sympathy,
as of those who have interests and traditions in common with their
masters.
The admiration of all, however, was compelled by the imposing
appearance of those war-chariots and horsemen that formed the
strength and pride of an Assyrian army.
As the old king, tottering somewhat under the weight of his harness,
appeared at the door of his tent, the entire host was set in motion—
bowmen and slingers in front, followed by a body of horsemen
glittering in scarlet and gold, raising clouds of dust, while their
trumpets sounded above the neigh and trample of those horses of
the desert that knew neither fatigue nor fear; then, with stately even
tread, marched a dark serried column of spears, bearded, curled,
and stalwart warriors, every man with shield on arm, sword on
thigh, and lance in hand; next, the war-chariots, thousands in
number, with a roll like distant thunder, as they came on in a solid