CÆSAR AND HIS FORTUNE
Beyond the sea lay the British Islands. The Romans had often talked about this far-off country.
“We don't believe there is any such place,” said some.
“Oh yes,” others would answer; “but it is so enormous a continent that it is hopeless to try and conquer it.”
Julius Cæsar did not talk about it. He acted.
With a large fleet he crossed the water now called the English Channel. Soon Roman soldiers were seen carrying their eagles along the chalk cliffs of Kent, along the banks of old Father Thames, and in the forests beyond.
At length the time was come to return to Italy. The citizens of Rome were in very frequent tumult and fear. Pompey could not keep the love of the people. The noblemen of Rome—the patricians—had not the great hearts and great minds that were needed to sway so wide an empire.
“Oh, that Cæsar would come!” the folk whispered.
Cæsar led his splendid army through Gaul to the border of Italy, and halted at the little river Rubicon. Should he cross over to Italian soil? Should he declare war against his old friend Pompey, who had married Cæsar's daughter? Should he spill Roman blood? Dare he, like a player with dice, throw a die which might mean the loss of the grand game, and be his ruin?
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