The golden fleece; more old Greek stories

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 Excerpt: ...of the land, and so they kept ever within easy call of the shore with the tall cliffs of Pelion hard upon their left. When, at length, the sun sank low, Tiphys steered the vessel into a quiet haven overshadowed with spreading green trees, and there they rested through the night. THE CRY OF THE KINGFISHER Thus, day after day, the Argo sailed onward, passing many a towering headland, and many a bleak and stony strand. One by one, the landmarks known to the sailors of Greece were left behind. The woody slopes of Pelion, the gray peaks of Ossa, and then the cloud-capped heights of Olympus faded from view, and the heroes found themselves sailing in strange and unknown seas. But Tiphys stood by the helm and guided the Argo skillfully through ways hitherto untried, and all hearts were glad, for no one doubted the issue of the voyage. They tarried awhile at the island of Samothrace, where there was a sheltered harbor; and there they built an altar and offered a sacrifice to Neptune, the lord of the sea. For this reason no seaman who visits Samothrace ever fails to pay there his dues to the Mighty Ones who have the winds and the waves in their keeping. And now, having rested themselves, the heroes rowed onward many days, steering the ship straight toward the rising sun. On their left was the land of Thrace, seeming a mere shadow in the dim distance; while on their right a low-lying savage shore arose nearer and nearer each day. At length, to the joy of all, they entered the narrow sea where beauteous Helle, falling from the back of the golden ram, had met her sad, untimely fate. Night closed around them while yet the Argo was in the midst of the Hellespont. But the rowers still labored manfully at the oars, while Orpheus played sweetly on his lyre, and Tiphys steere...