More from working with Cato the Younger. This is from the Libyan march:
Off in the distance a stingy little stream of water is spotted!
A soldier struggled to catch it from the dust, got some in the round of his helmet,
and stretched it out to his leader.
Everyone’s throat was rough with dust,
and holding those few mere drops of flowing liquid,
their leader became the object of spiteful envy.
“Soldier!” he said, “are you so base as to think that in this crowd
I’m the only one devoid of virtue?
Did I seem so soft, no match against the first flush of heat?
How much more do you deserve this punishment— to drink while your own people are thirsty!” His anger flared and he knocked the helmet away,
making the water available to all.
- Civil War, 9.30-38
Yes – there is at least one miracle attached to Cato’s name, that of finding water enough for a Roman legion from the humidity in the air.