Zetes and Calais, looking over the measureless land,
saw the gleam of water. They shouted to the Argonauts; they marked the
way for them, and wearily, but with good hearts, the heroes went upon
the way.

They came at last to the shore of what seemed to be a wide inland sea.
They set Argo down from off their over-wearied shoulders and they let
her keel take water once more.

All salt and brackish was that water; they dipped their hands into and
tasted the salt. Orpheus was able to name the water they had come to;
it was that lake that was called after Triton, the son of Nereus, the
ancient one of the sea. They set up an altar and they made sacrifices
in thanksgiving to the gods.

They had come to water at last, but now they had to seek for other
water--for the sweet water that they could drink. All around them they
looked, but they saw no sign of a spring. And then they felt a wind
blow upon them--a wind that had in it not the dust of the desert but
the fragrance of growing things. Toward where that wind blew from they
went.

As they went on they saw a great shape against the sky; they saw
mountainous shoulders bowed. Orpheus bade them halt and turn their
faces with reverence toward that great shape: for this was Atlas the
Titan, the brother of Prometheus, who stood there to hold up the sky on
his shoulders.

Then they were near the place that the fragrance had blown from: there
was a garden there; the only fence that ran around it was a lattice of
silver. "Surely there are springs in the garden," the Argonauts said.
"We will enter this fair garden now and slake our thirst."

Orpheus bade them walk reverently, for all around them, he said, was
sacred ground. This garden was the Garden of the Hesperides that was
watched over by the Daughters of the Evening Land. The Argonauts looked
through the silver lattice; they saw trees with lovely fruit, and they
saw three maidens moving through the garden with watchful eyes. In this
garden grew the tree that had the golden apples that Zeus gave to Hera
as a wedding gift.

They saw the tree on which the golden apples grew. The maidens went to
it and then looked watchfully all around them. They saw the faces of
the Argonauts looking through the silver lattice and they cried out,
one to the other, and they joined their hands around the tree.

But Orpheus called to them, and the maidens understood the divine
speech of Orpheus. He made the Daughters of the Evening Land know t