oroadcast, and harrowed them into the soil with
a brush-harrow, and took his stand on the edge
of the field, anxious to see what would happen
next.

"Must we wait long for harvest time," he
inquired of Medea, who was now standing by
his side.

"Whether sooner or later, it will be sure to
come," answered the princess. "A crop of
armed men never fails to spring up, when the
dragon's teeth have been sown."

The moon was now high aloft in the heavens,
and threw its bright beams over the ploughed
field, where as yet there was nothing to be seen.
Any farmer, on viewing it, would have said that
Jason must wait weeks before the green blades
would peep from among the clods, and whole
months before the yellow grain would be ripened
for the sickle. But by and by, all over the field,
there was something that glistened in the moon-
beams, like sparkling drops of dew. These
bright objects sprouted higher, and proved to be
the steel heads of spears. Then there was a
dazzling gleam from a vast number of polished
brass helmets, beneath which, as they grew

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