the harp. At the first ringing note of the music,
they felt the vessel stir. Orpheus thrummed
away briskly, and the galley slid at once into the
sea, dipping her prow so deeply that the figure
head drank the wave with its marvellous lips,
and rising again as buoyant as a swan. The
rowers plied their fifty oars; the white foam
boiled up before the prow; the water gurgled
and bubbled in their wake; while Orpheus con-
tinued to play so lively a strain of music, that
the vessel seemed to dance over the billows by
way of keeping time to it. Thus triumphantly
did the Argo sail out of the harbor, amidst the
huzzas and good wishes of every body except
the wicked old Pelias, who stood on a promon-
tory, scowling at her, and wishing that he could
blow out of his lungs the tempest of wrath that
was in his heart, and so sink the galley with all
on board. When they had sailed above fifty
miles over the sea, Lynceus happened to cast his
sharp eyes behind, and said that there was this
bad-hearted king, still perched upon the promon-
tory, and scowling so gloomily that it looked
like a black thunder cloud in that quarter of the
horizon.

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