e, Arethusa, for Alpheios comes behind thee."
Then in their arms they bore her gently beneath the depths of the sea,
till they laid her down at last on the Ortygian shore of the
Thrinakian land, as the sun was sinking down in the sky. Dimly she saw
spread before her the blue hills, and she felt the soft breath of the
summer breeze, as her eyes closed for weariness. Then suddenly she
heard the harsh voice which scared her on the heights of Maenalos, and
she tarried not to listen to his prayer. "Flee not away, Arethusa,"
said the huntsman, Alpheios, "I mean not to harm thee; let me rest in
thy love, and let me die for the beauty of thy fair face." But the
maiden fled with a wild cry along the winding shore, and the light
step of her foot left no print on the glistening sand. "Not thus shalt
thou escape from my arms," said the huntsman, and he stretched forth
his hand to seize the maiden, as she drew nigh to a fountain whose
waters flashed clear and bright in the light of the sinking sun. Then
once again Arethusa called aloud on the daughters of Okeanos, and she
said, "O friends, once more I come to your coral caves, for on earth
there is for me no resting-place." So the waters closed over the
maiden, and the image of heaven came down again on the bright
fountain. Then a flush of anger passed over the face of Alpheios, as
he said, "On earth thou hast scorned my love, O maiden, but my form
shall be fairer in thy sight when I rest beside thee beneath the
laughing waters." So over the huntsman, Alpheios, flowed the Ortygian
stream, and the love of Arethusa was given to him in the coral caves,
where they dwell with the daughters of Okeanos.

[Illustration: THE ORIGIN OF MAN. (_From an antique
Sculpture._)]

TYRO.

On the banks of the fairest stream in all the land of Thessaly, the
golden-haired Enipeus wooed the maiden Tyro; with her he wandered in
gladness of heart, following the path of the winding river, and
talking with her of his love. And Tyro listened to his tender words,
as day by day she stole away from the house of her father, Salmoneus,
to spend the livelong day on the banks of his beautiful stream.

But Salmoneus was full of rage when he knew that Tyro loved Enipeus,
and how she had become the mother of two fair babes. There was none to
plead for Tyro and her helpless children, for her mother, Alkidike,
was dead, and Salmoneus had taken the iron-hearted Sidero to be his
wife. So he followed her evil