aths of the sea, and
dreading when we shall set foot on the mainland. For on every side are
unkindly men. And ever when day is done I pass a night of groans from
the time when ye first gathered together for my sake, while I take
thought for all things; but thou talkest at thine ease, eating only for
thine own life; while for myself I am dismayed not a whit; but I fear
for this man and for that equally, and for thee, and for my other
comrades, if I shall not bring you back safe to the land of Hellas."

(ll. 638-640) Thus he spake, making trial of the chiefs; but they
shouted loud with cheerful words. And his heart was warmed within him at
their cry and again he spake outright among them:

(ll. 641-647) "My friends, in your valour my courage is quickened.
Wherefore now, even though I should take my way through the gulfs of
Hades, no more shall I let fear seize upon me, since ye are steadfast
amid cruel terrors. But now that we have sailed out from the striking
rocks, I trow that never hereafter will there be another such fearful
thing, if indeed we go on our way following the counsel of Phineus."

(ll. 648-668) Thus he spake, and straightway they ceased from such words
and gave unwearying labour to the oar; and quickly they passed by the
swiftly flowing river Rhebas and the peak of Colone, and soon thereafter
the black headland, and near it the mouth of the river Phyllis, where
aforetime Dipsaeus received in his home the son of Athamas, when with
his ram he was flying from the city of Orchomenus; and Dipsacus was the
son of a meadow-nymph, nor was insolence his delight, but contented by
his father's stream he dwelt with his mother, pasturing his flocks by
the shore. And quickly they sighted and sailed past his shrine and the
broad banks of the river and the plain, and deep-flowing Calpe, and all
the windless night and the day they bent to their tireless oars. And
even as ploughing oxen toil as they cleave the moist earth, and sweat
streams in abundance from flank and neck; and from beneath the yoke
their eyes roll askance, while the breath ever rushes from their mouths
in hot gasps; and all day long they toil, planting their hoofs deep in
the ground; like them the heroes kept dragging their oars through the
sea.

(ll. 669-685) Now when divine light has not yet come nor is it utter
darkness, but a faint glimmer has spread over the night, the time when
men wake and call it twilight, at that hour they ran into the harbour