piping a shepherd's strain on his shrill reed; so these fishes followed;
and a chasing breeze ever bore the ship onward.

And straightway the misty land of the Pelasgians, rich in cornfields,
sank out of sight, and ever speeding onward they passed the rugged sides
of Pelion; and the Sepian headland sank away, and Sciathus appeared in
the sea, and far off appeared Piresiae and the calm shore of Magnesia on
the mainland and the tomb of Dolops; here then in the evening, as the
wind blew against them, they put to land, and paying honour to him at
nightfall burnt sheep as victims, while the sea was tossed by the swell:
and for two days they lingered on the shore, but on the third day they
put forth the ship, spreading on high the broad sail. And even now men
call that beach Aphetae[1] of Argo.

[Footnote 1: i.e. The Starting.]

Thence going forward they ran past Meliboea, escaping a stormy beach and
surf-line. And in the morning they saw Homole close at hand leaning on
the sea, and skirted it, and not long after they were about to pass by
the outfall of the river Amyrus. From there they beheld Eurymenae and
the sea-washed ravines of Ossa and Olympus; next they reached the slopes
of Pallene, beyond the headland of Canastra, running all night with the
wind. And at dawn before them as they journeyed rose Athos, the Thracian
mountain, which with its topmost peak overshadows Lemnos, even as far as
Myrine, though it lies as far off as the space that a well-trimmed
merchantship would traverse up to mid-day. For them on that day, till
darkness fell, the breeze blew exceedingly fresh, and the sails of the
ship strained to it. But with the setting of the sun the wind left them,
and it was by the oars that they reached Lemnos, the Sintian isle.