Stories from the classics . at a mans voice could yetbe heard by one who stood upon the shore, I stood upin the ship and shouted,— He was no coward, O Cyclops, whose comradesthou didst so foully slay in thy den. Justly Art thoupunished, monster, that devourest thy guests in thydwelling. May the Gods make thee suffer worse thingsthan these! Then the Cyclops in his wrath brake off the topof a great hill, a mighty rock, and hurled it where hehad heard the voice. Right in front of the ships bowit fell, and a great wave rose as it sank, and washed theship back to the shore. But I seized a long pole
Stories from the classics . at a mans voice could yetbe heard by one who stood upon the shore, I stood upin the ship and shouted,— He was no coward, O Cyclops, whose comradesthou didst so foully slay in thy den. Justly Art thoupunished, monster, that devourest thy guests in thydwelling. May the Gods make thee suffer worse thingsthan these! Then the Cyclops in his wrath brake off the topof a great hill, a mighty rock, and hurled it where hehad heard the voice. Right in front of the ships bowit fell, and a great wave rose as it sank, and washed theship back to the shore. But I seized a long pole withboth hands, and pushed the ship from the land, andbade my comrades ply their oars, nodding with myhead, for I would not speak, lest the Cyclops shouldknow where we were. Then they rowed with all theirmight and main. And when we had gotten twice as far as beforeI made as if I would speak again; but my comradessought to hinder me, saying, Nay, my lord, anger notthe giant any more. Surely we thought we were lost 286 X \. •5!S2^ AN ADVENTURE WITH THE CYCLOPS before, when he threw the great rock, and washed ourship back to the shore. And if he hear thee now, hemay crush our ship and us, for the man throws a mightybolt, and throws it far. But I would not be persuaded, but stood up andsaid, Hear, Cyclops! If any man ask who blindedthee, say that it was the warrior Ulysses, son of Laertes,dwelling in Ithaca.* CIRCES PALACE By Nathaniel Hawthorne AT one time in the course of Ulysses weary voy-age, he arrived at an island that looked verygreen and pleasant, but the name of which wasunknown to him. For, only a little while before hecame thither, he had met with a terrible hurricane, orrather a great many hurricanes at once, which drovehis fleet of vessels into a strange part of the sea,where neither himself nor any of his mariners hadever sailed. This misfortune was entirely owing to thefoolish curiosity of his shipmates, who, while Ulysseslay asleep, had untied some very bulky l
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