trunk of the
ancient wild olive; but they, instead of the god-fearing Aeolid Idmon,
at this day honour Agamestor.

(ll. 851-868) Who was the next that died? For then a second time the
heroes heaped up a barrow for a comrade dead. For still are to be seen
two monuments of those heroes. The tale goes that Tiphys son of Hagnias
died; nor was it his destiny thereafter to sail any further. But him
there on the spot a short sickness laid to rest far from his native
land, when the company had paid due honours to the dead son of Abas. And
at the cruel woe they were seized with unbearable grief. For when
with due honours they had buried him also hard by the seer, they cast
themselves down in helplessness on the sea-shore silently, closely
wrapped up, and took no thought for meat or drink; and their spirit
drooped in grief, for all hope of return was gone. And in their sorrow
they would have stayed from going further had not Hera kindled exceeding
courage in Ancaeus, whom near the waters of Imbrasus Astypalaea bore to
Poseidon; for especially was he skilled in steering and eagerly did he
address Peleus:

(ll. 869-877) "Son of Aeacus, is it well for us to give up our toils and
linger on in a strange land? Not so much for my prowess in war did Jason
take me with him in quest of the fleece, far from Parthenia, as for
my knowledge of ships. Wherefore, I pray, let there be no fear for the
ship. And so there are here other men of skill, of whom none will harm
our voyaging, whomsoever we set at the helm. But quickly tell forth all
this and boldly urge them to call to mind their task."

(ll. 878-884) Thus he spake; and Peleus' soul was stirred with gladness,
and straightway he spake in the midst of all: "My friends, why do we
thus cherish a bootless grief like this? For those two have perished by
the fate they have met with; but among our host are steersmen yet, and
many a one. Wherefore let us not delay our attempt, but rouse yourselves
to the work and cast away your griefs."

(ll. 885-893) And him in reply Aeson's son addressed with helpless
words: "Son of Aeacus, where are these steersmen of thine? For those
whom we once deemed to be men of skill, they even more than I are bowed
with vexation of heart. Wherefore I forebode an evil doom for us even as
for the dead, if it shall be our lot neither to reach the city of fell
Aeetes, nor ever again to pass beyond the rocks to the land of Hellas,
but a wretched fate will enshroud us her