acles swung his club and struck the two heads off the
hound. And where the foam of the hound's jaws dropped down a poisonous
plant sprang up. Heracles took up the body of the hound, and swung it
around and flung it far out into the Ocean.

Then the monster Geryoneus came upon him. Three bodies he had instead
of one; he attacked Heracles by hurling great stones at him. Heracles
was hurt by the stones. And then the monster beheld the cup of Helios,
and he began to hurl stones at the golden thing, and it seemed that he
might sink it in the sea, and leave Heracles without a way of getting
from the island. Heracles took up his bow and he shot arrow after arrow
at the monster, and he left him dead in the deep grass of the pastures.

Then he rounded up the red cattle, the bulls and the cows, and he drove
them down to the shore and into the golden cup of Helios where the bull
of Minos stayed. Then back across the Stream of Ocean the cup floated,
and the bull of Crete and the cattle of Geryoneus were brought past
Sicily and through the straits called the Hellespont. To Thrace, that
savage land, they came. Then Heracles took the cattle out, and the cup
of Helios sank in the sea. Through the wild lands of Thrace he drove
the herd of Geryoneus and the bull of Minos, and he came into Myceaae
once more.

But he did not stay to speak with Eurystheus. He started off to find
the Garden of the Hesperides, the Daughters of the Evening Land. Long
did he search, but he found no one who could tell him where the garden
was. And at last he went to Chiron on the Mountain Pelion, and Chiron
told Heracles what journey he would have to make to come to the
Hesperides, the Daughters of the Evening Land.

Far did Heracles journey; weary he was when he came to where Atlas
stood, bearing the sky upon his weary shoulders. As he came near he
felt an undreamt-of perfume being wafted toward him. So weary was he
with his journey and all his toils that he would fain sink down and
dream away in that evening land. But he roused himself, and he
journeyed on toward where the perfume came from. Over that place a star
seemed always about to rise.

He came to where a silver lattice fenced a garden that was full of the
quiet of evening. Golden bees hummed through the air, and there was the
sound of quiet waters. How wild and laborious was the world he had come
from, Heracles thought! He felt that it would be hard for him to return
to that world.

He saw three