the children, whose name was Helle, fell into the sea and was
drowned. But the other (a little boy, named Phrixus) was
brought safe
ashore by the
faithful ram, who, however, was so
exhausted that he immediately lay down and died. In memory of
this good deed, and as a token of his true heart, the
fleece of
the poor dead ram was miraculously changed to gold, and became
one of the most beautiful objects ever seen on earth. It was
hung upon a tree in a
sacred grove, where it had now been kept
I know not how many years, and was the envy of
mighty kings,
who had nothing so
magnificent in any of their palaces.
If I were to tell you all the adventures of the Argonauts, it
would take me till
nightfall, and perhaps a great deal longer.
There was no lack of wonderful events, as you may judge from
what you have already heard. At a certain island, they were
hospitably received by King Cyzicus, its
sovereign, who made a
feast for them, and treated them like brothers. But the
Argonauts saw that this good king looked
downcast and very much
troubled, and they
therefore inquired of him what was the
matter. King Cyzicus hereupon informed them that he and his
subjects were greatly abused and incommoded by the inhabitants
of a
neighboring mountain, who made war upon them, and killed
many people, and ravaged the country. And while they were
talking about it, Cyzicus
pointed to the mountain, and asked
Jason and his companions what they saw there.
"I see some very tall objects," answered Jason; "but they are
at such a distance that I cannot
distinctly make out what they
are. To tell your
majesty the truth, they look so very
strangely that I am inclined to think them clouds, which have
chanced to take something like human shapes."
"I see them very plainly," remarked Lynceus, whose eyes, you
know, were as far-sighted as a
telescope. "They are a band of
enormous giants, all of whom have six arms
apiece, and a club,
a sword, or some other
weapon in each of their hands."
"You have excellent eyes," said King Cyzicus. "Yes; they are
six-armed giants, as you say, and these are the enemies whom I
and my subjects have to
contend with."
The next day, when the Argonauts were about
setting sail, down
came these terrible giants, stepping a hundred yards at a
stride, brandishing their six arms
apiece, and looking
formidable, so far aloft in the air. Each of these monsters was
able to carry on a whole war by himself, for with one arm he
could fling
immense stones, and wield a club with another, and
a sword with a third, while the fourth was poking a long spear
at the enemy, and the fifth and sixth were shooting him with a
bow and arrow. But, luckily, though the giants were so huge,
and had so many arms, they had each but one heart, and that no
bigger nor braver than the heart of an ordinary man. Besides,
if they had been like the hundred-armed Briareus, the brave
Argonauts would have given them their hands full of fight.
Jason and his friends went
boldly to meet them, slew a great
many, and made the rest take to their heels, so that if the
giants had had six legs
apiece instead of six arms, it would
have served them better to run away with.
Another strange adventure happened when the
voyagers came to
Thrace, where they found a poor blind king, named Phineus,
deserted by his subjects, and living in a very
sorrowful way,
all by himself: On Jason's inquiring whether they could do him
any service, the king answered that he was
terribly tormented
by three great
winged creatures, called Harpies, which had the
faces of women, and the wings, bodies, and claws of vultures.
These ugly wretches were in the habit of snatching away his
dinner, and allowed him no peace of his life. Upon hearing
this, the Argonauts spread a
plentiful feast on the sea-shore,
well
knowing, from what the blind king said of their
greediness, that the Harpies would snuff up the scent of the
victuals, and quickly come to steal them away. And so it turned
out; for, hardly was the table set, before the three hideous
vulture women came flapping their wings, seized the food in
their talons, and flew off as fast as they could. But the two
sons of the North Wind drew their swords, spread their pinions,
and set off through the air in
pursuit of the
thieves, whom
they at last
overtook among some islands, after a chase of
hundreds of miles. The two
winged youths blustered
terribly at
the Harpies (for they had the rough
temper of their father),