mer anchorage to the
harbour, Chytus; and the path they trod is named the path of Jason.

(ll. 989-1011) But the Earthborn men on the other side rushed down from
the mountain and with crags below blocked up the mouth of vast Chytus
towards the sea, like men lying in wait for a wild beast within. But
there Heracles had been left behind with the younger heroes and he
quickly bent his back-springing bow against the monsters and brought
them to earth one after another; and they in their turn raised huge
ragged rocks and hurled them. For these dread monsters too, I ween, the
goddess Hera, bride of Zeus, had nurtured to be a trial for Heracles.
And therewithal came the rest of the martial heroes returning to meet
the foe before they reached the height of outlook, and they fell to the
slaughter of the Earthborn, receiving them with arrows and spears
until they slew them all as they rushed fiercely to battle. And as when
woodcutters cast in rows upon the beach long trees just hewn down by
their axes, in order that, once sodden with brine, they may receive
the strong bolts; so these monsters at the entrance of the foam-fringed
harbour lay stretched one after another, some in heaps bending their
heads and breasts into the salt waves with their limbs spread out above
on the land; others again were resting their heads on the sand of the
shore and their feet in the deep water, both alike a prey to birds and
fishes at once.

(ll. 1012-1076) But the heroes, when the contest was ended without
fear, loosed the ship's hawsers to the breath of the wind and pressed on
through the sea-swell. And the ship sped on under sail all day; but when
night came the rushing wind did not hold steadfast, but contrary blasts
caught them and held them back till they again approached the hospitable
Doliones. And they stepped ashore that same night; and the rock is still
called the Sacred Rock round which they threw the ship's hawsers in
their haste. Nor did anyone note with care that it was the same island;
nor in the night did the Doliones clearly perceive that the heroes were
returning; but they deemed that Pelasgian war-men of the Macrians
had landed. Therefore they donned their armour and raised their hands
against them. And with clashing of ashen spears and shields they fell on
each other, like the swift rush of fire which falls on dry brushwood and
rears its crest; and the din of battle, terrible and furious, fell upon
the people of the Doliones. No