Xenophon,
Anabasis — Book 4, Chapter 5
“ Then all of a sudden the rearguard, in the plenitude of health and strength, [2] sprang up out of their lair and run upon the enemy, whilst those weary wights [3] bawled out as loud as their sick throats could sound, and clashed their spears against their shields; and the enemy in terror hurled themselves through the snow into the dell, and not one of them ever uttered a sound again. ”
