disappeared among the duskiness of the trees.
Espying the two winged sons of the North Wind,
(who were disporting themselves in the moon-
light, a few hundred feet aloft,) Jason bade them
tell the rest of the Argonauts to embark as
speedily as possible. But Lynceus, with his
sharp eyes, had already caught a glimpse of him,
bringing the Golden Fleece, although several
stone walls, a hill, and the black shadows of the
grove of Mars, intervened between. By his ad-
vice, the heroes had seated themselves on the
benches of the galley, with their oars held per-
pendicularly, ready to let fall into the water.

As Jason drew near, he heard the Talking
Image calling to him with more than ordinary
eagerness, in its grave, sweet voice: --

"Make haste, Prince Jason! For your life,
make haste!"

With one bound, he leaped aboard. At sight
of the glorious radiance of the Golden Fleece, the
nine and forty heroes gave a mighty shout, and
Orpheus, striking his harp, sang a song of tri-
umph, to the cadence of which the galley flew
over the water, homeward bound, as if careering
along with wings!

-- the end --

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