said.

Epimetheus was delighted and soon loved Pandora very deeply, because of
her beauty and her goodness.

Now Pandora had brought with her as a gift from Jupiter a golden casket.
Athena had warned her never to open the box, but she could not help
wondering and wondering what it contained. Perhaps it held beautiful
jewels. Why should they go to waste?

At last she could not contain her curiosity any longer. She opened the
box just a little to take a peep inside. Immediately there was a
buzzing, whirring sound, and before she could snap down the lid ten
thousand ugly little creatures had jumped out. They were diseases and
troubles, and very glad they were to be free.

All over the earth they flew, entering into every household, and
carrying sorrow and distress wherever they went.

How Jupiter must have laughed when he saw the result of Pandora's
curiosity!

Soon after this the god decided that it was time to punish Prometheus.
He called Strength and Force and bade them seize the Titan and carry him
to the highest peak of the Caucasus Mountains. Then he sent Vulcan to
bind him with iron chains, making arms and feet fast to the rocks.
Vulcan was sorry for Prometheus, but dared not disobey.

So the friend of man lay, miserably bound, naked to the winds, while the
storms beat about him and an eagle tore at his liver with its cruel
talons. But Prometheus did not utter a groan in spite of all his
sufferings. Year after year he lay in agony, and yet he would not
complain, beg for mercy or repent of what he had done. Men were sorry
for him, but could do nothing.

Then one day a beautiful white cow passed over the mountain, and stopped
to look at Prometheus with sad eyes.

"I know you," Prometheus said. "You are Io, once a fair and happy maiden
dwelling in Argos, doomed by Jupiter and his jealous queen to wander
over the earth in this guise. Go southward and then west until you come
to the great river Nile. There you shall again become a maiden, fairer
than ever before, and shall marry the king of that country. And from
your race shall spring the hero who will break my chains and set me
free."

Centuries passed and then a great hero, Hercules, came to the Caucasus
Mountains. He climbed the rugged peak, slew the fierce eagle, and with
mighty blows broke the chains that bound the friend of man.

THE LABORS OF HERCULES

Before the birth of Hercules Jupiter had explained in the council of the
gods that the f