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HORATIUS AT THE BRIDGE
ONCE there was a war between the Roman people and the
Etruscans who lived in the towns on the other side of
the Tiber River. Porsena, the King of the Etruscans, raised a great army, and marched toward Rome. The city had
never been in so great danger.
The Romans did not have very many fighting men at that
time, and they knew that they were not strong enough to meet
the Etruscans in open
 battle. So they kept themselves inside of their walls, and
set guards to watch the roads.
One morning the army of Porsena was seen coming over the
hills from the north. There were thousands of horsemen
and footmen, and they were marching straight toward the
wooden bridge which spanned the river at Rome.
"What shall we do?" said the white-haired Fathers who made
the laws for the Roman people. "If they once gain the
bridge, we cannot hinder them from crossing; and then
will there be for the town?"
Now, among the guards at the bridge, there was a brave man
named Horatius. He was on the farther side of the
river, and when he saw that the Etruscans were so near,
he called out to the Romans who were behind him.
"Hew down the bridge with all the speed that you can!" he
cried. "I, with the two men who stand by me, will keep the
foe at bay."
Then, with their shields before them, and their long spears
in their hands, the three brave men stood in the road, and
kept back the horsemen whom Porsena had sent to take the
On the bridge the Romans hewed away at the beams and
posts. Their axes rang, the chips flew fast; and soon it
trembled, and was ready to fall.
 "Come back! come back, and save your lives!" they cried to
Horatius and the two who were with him.
But just then Porsena's horsemen dashed toward them again.
"Run for your lives!" said Horatius to his friends. "I
will keep the road."
They turned, and ran back across the bridge. They had
hardly reached the other side when there was a crashing of
beams and timbers. The bridge toppled over to one side, and
then fell with a great splash into the water.
When Horatius heard the sound, he knew that the city was
safe. With his face still toward Porsena's men, he moved
slowly backward till he stood on the river's bank. A dart
thrown by one of Porsena's soldiers put out his left eye;
but he did not falter. He cast his spear at the
foremost horseman, and then he turned quickly around. He saw the
white porch of his own home among the trees on the other
side of the stream;
"And he spake to the noble river
That rolls by the walls of Rome:
'O Tiber! father Tiber!
To whom the Romans pray,
A Roman's life, a Roman's arms,
Take thou in charge to-day.' "
 He leaped into the deep, swift stream. He still had his
heavy armor on; and when he sank out of sight, no one
thought that he would ever be seen again. But he was a
strong man, and the best swimmer in Rome. The next
minute he rose. He was halfway across the river, and safe
from the spears and darts which Porsena's soldiers hurled
Soon he reached the farther side, where his friends stood
ready to help him. Shout after shout greeted him as he
climbed upon the bank. Then Porsena's men shouted also,
for they had never seen a man so brave and strong as
Horatius. He had kept them out of Rome, but he had done a
deed which they could not help but praise.
As for the Romans, they were very grateful to Horatius for
having saved their city. They called him Horatius
Cocles, which meant the "one-eyed Horatius," because he had lost an
eye in defending the bridge; they caused a fine statue of
brass to be made in his honor; and they gave him as much
land as he could plow around in a day. And for hundreds of
"With weeping and with laughter,
Still was the story told,
How well Horatius kept the bridge
In the brave days of old."