Greece -- History -- Peloponnesian War, 431-404 B.C. -- Fiction
The thirty Spartans in the outpost were taken by surprise, and cut down
to a man; for though they had seen the Athenian ships putting out, they
had no suspicion of what was intended, supposing that they were merely
proceeding to their anchorage for the night. At daybreak the rest of
the fleet put in at the island, bringing the whole of the forces which
Demosthenes had at his disposal, except a few, who were left to
garrison the fort at Pylos. They were a motley host, armed for the most
part with slings, javelins, and bows, but admirably suited for the work
which was to be done. Swarming over the island by hundreds and by
thousands they took up their stations on every piece of rising ground,
threatening the enemy in front, in the rear, on the right flank, and on
the left. The Spartans, in their heavy armour, were helpless against
these agile foes, who eluded every attempt to come to close quarters,
and kept up a continual shower of arrows, javelins, and stones. Such
had been the orders of Demosthenes, which were now carried into effect.
When the Spartans under Epitadas saw their advanced guard cut up, and
the Athenians marching against them, they drew up in order, and tried
to come within spear-thrust of the enemy; but they were unable to
effect their purpose, for the Athenian hoplites kept their ground, and
at the same moment they themselves were assailed on both flanks and in
the rear by a cloud of light infantry. It was a kind of warfare to
which the Spartans were totally unaccustomed: if they attempted to
advance, their nimble assailants drew back, and pursuit was impossible
on the rocky and broken ground. For a time the light-armed troops
approached them with caution, being somewhat cowed in spirit when
brought face to face with the renowned warriors of Sparta, hitherto
supposed to be invincible. But seeing how the Spartans were
embarrassed, they took courage, and came on in a roaring multitude,
surrounding them on all sides, and leaving them not a moment to take
breath. The air was darkened by a tempest of missiles; and a fine dust,
caused by the ashes of the late fire, rose in choking clouds from the
trampling of many feet. Exhausted by their violent exertions, stunned
by the uproar, and blinded by the dust, the Spartans began to give
ground, and closing their ranks fell back on the stronghold where their
reserve was stationed. They were hotly pursued, and some few were cut
off in the retreat, but the greater part succeeded in reaching the
fort, where they turned at bay, and prepared to defend themselves to
the last. Until a late hour in the day the Athenians made vain attempts
to dislodge them from their position, which was only assailable in
front. At last, when both sides were sorely distressed by the long
conflict under a burning sun, an officer who was in command of the
Messenian troops came to the generals, and offered, if they would place
a few light-armed soldiers at his disposal, to lead them up the
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