, and even
before the death of Paris she had secretly longed for her home and
kindred. Home to Sparta she came with the king after a long and stormy
voyage, and there she lived and died the fairest of women.

But the kingdom of Troy was fallen. Nothing remained of all its glory but
the glory of its dead heroes and fair women, and the ruins of its citadel
by the river Scamander. There even now, beneath the foundations of later
homes that were built and burned, built and burned, in the wars of a
thousand years after, the ruins of ancient Troy lie hidden, like mouldered
leaves deep under the new grass. And there, to this very day, men who love
the story are delving after the dead city as you might search for a buried
treasure.

THE WANDERINGS OF ULYSSES

AN ADVENTURE WITH THE CYCLOPS

By Alfred J. Church

[After the fall of Troy the Greeks set out for home, but many of
them had troubles and dangers to meet before they saw again the
shores of their native land. The one who suffered most was
Ulysses, and the following is his story of his adventure with the
one-eyed giant, the Cyclops.]

The wind that bore me from Troy brought me to Ismarus, a city of the
Ciconians. This I sacked, slaying the people that dwelt therein. Much
spoil did we take out of the city, dividing it among the people, so that
each man had his share. And when we had done this, I commanded my men that
they should depart with all speed; but they, in their folly, would not
hear me. For there was much wine to drink, and sheep and kine to slay;
therefore they sat on the shore and feasted. Meanwhile the people of the
city fetched others, their kinsmen that dwelt in the mountains, and were
more in number and more valiant than they, and skillful in all manner of
fighting. In the early morning they assembled themselves together, thick
as the flowers and the leaves that grow in the springtime, and set the
battle in array. Then we fought with them; while the day waxed we
prevailed over them, and beat them back, though they were more in number
than we; but when the sun was descending in the heavens, then the Cicones
overcame us, and drave us to our ships. Six from each ship perished, but
the remnant of us escaped from death.

On the tenth day after this we came to the land where the lotus grows--a
wondrous fruit of which whosoever eats cares not to see country or wife or
children again. Now the Lotus-Eaters, for they so called th