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. The golden fleece and the heroes who lived before Achilles. us all? She has carried we must make her a recompense and carry her even asshe carried us. With untiring shoulders we must bear Argoacross this great desert. And whither shall we bear her? Whither but along the tracksthat Poseidons horse has left in the sand! Poseidons horse willnot go under the earth — once again he will plunge into the sea! So Nestor said and the Argonauts saw truth in his came to them again — the hope of leaving that desertand coming to the sea. Surely when they came to the seaagain, and spread
. The golden fleece and the heroes who lived before Achilles. us all? She has carried we must make her a recompense and carry her even asshe carried us. With untiring shoulders we must bear Argoacross this great desert. And whither shall we bear her? Whither but along the tracksthat Poseidons horse has left in the sand! Poseidons horse willnot go under the earth — once again he will plunge into the sea! So Nestor said and the Argonauts saw truth in his came to them again — the hope of leaving that desertand coming to the sea. Surely when they came to the seaagain, and spread the sail and held the oars in their hands,their sacred ship would make swift course to their native land! VHL THE CARRYING OF THE ARGO ITH the terrible weight of the ship upontheir shoulders the Argonauts made theirway across the desert, following the tracksof Poseidons golden-maned horse. Likea wounded serpent that drags with painits length along, they went day after dayacross that limitless day came when they saw the great tracks of the horse. WBszMm^x ?dpfpr r * tti —^M%1 V 1 ^y^^^^~ ——?^ \L f / y j| ^^ <<C^k w^ 3l w s//7y/ w YJ/7// ftl THE RETURN TO GREECE 153 no more. A wind had come up and had covered them withsand. With the mighty weight of the ship upon their shoulders,with the sun beating upon their heads, and with no marks onthe desert to guide them, the heroes stood there, and it seemedto them that the blood must gush up and out of their hearts. Then Zetes and Calais, sons of the North Wind, rose up upontheir wings to strive to get sight of the sea. Up, up, they then as a man sees, or thinks he sees, at the months begin-ning, the moon through a bank of clouds, Zetes and Calais, look-ing over the measureless land, saw the gleam of water. Theyshouted to the Argonauts; they marked the way for them, andwearily, but with good hearts, the heroes went upon the way. They came at last to the shore of what seemed to be a wideinland se
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