gushed out in full flow. And he, leaning both his hands and chest upon
the ground, drank a huge draught from the rifted rock, until, stooping
like a beast of the field, he had satisfied his mighty maw."

Thus she spake; and they gladly with joyful steps ran to the spot where
Aegle had pointed out to them the spring, until they reached it. And as
when earth-burrowing ants gather in swarms round a narrow cleft, or when
flies lighting upon a tiny drop of sweet honey cluster round with
insatiate eagerness; so at that time, huddled together, the Minyae
thronged about the spring from the rock. And thus with wet lips one
cried to another in his delight:

"Strange! In very truth Heracles, though far away, has saved his
comrades, fordone with thirst. Would that we might find him on his way
as we pass through the mainland!"

So they spake, and those who were ready for this work answered, and they
separated this way and that, each starting to search. For by the night
winds the footsteps had been effaced where the sand was stirred. The two
sons of Boreas started up, trusting in their wings; and Euphemus,
relying on his swift feet, and Lynceus to cast far his piercing eyes;
and with them darted off Canthus, the fifth. He was urged on by the doom
of the gods and his own courage, that he might learn for certain from
Heracles where he had left Polyphemus, son of Eilatus; for he was minded
to question him on every point concerning his comrade. But that hero had
founded a glorious city among the Mysians, and, yearning for his
home-return, had passed far over the mainland in search of Argo; and in
time he reached the land of the Chalybes, who dwell near the sea; there
it was that his fete subdued him. And to him a monument stands under a
tall poplar, just facing the sea. But that day Lynceus thought he saw
Heracles all alone, far off, over measureless land, as a man at the
month's beginning sees, or thinks he sees, the moon through a bank of
cloud. And he returned and told his comrades that no other searcher
would find Heracles on his way, and they also came back, and
swift-footed Euphemus and the twin sons of Thracian Boreas, after a vain
toil.

But thee, Canthus, the fates of death seized in Libya. On pasturing
flocks didst thou light; and there followed a shepherd who, in defence
of his own sheep, while thou wert leading them off[1] to thy comrades in
their need, slew thee by the cast of a stone; for he was no weakling,
Caphaurus,