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"Where did I stop? Aha, at my making them both promise that they

would shoot across the bear skin! The gentlemen cried out: 'That

is sure death, almost barrel to barrel!' But I laughed to myself,

for my friend Maro had taught me that the skin of a beast is no

ordinary measure. You know, my friends, how Queen Dido sailed to

Libya, and there with great trouble managed to buy a morsel of

land, such as could be covered with a bull's hide.90 On that tiny

morsel of land arose Carthage! So I thought that over attentively

by night.