Like him, with mighty strides they stalk from steep to steep."
DRYDEN, _AEneid_, BOOK III

Scarcely had Achemenides finished his story when Polyphemus himself
appeared coming down from the mountain in the midst of his flocks. A
horrid monster he was, "huge, awful, hideous, ghastly, blind." In his
hand he carried the trunk of a pine tree to guide his steps, and
striding to the water's edge, he waded far into the sea, yet the waves
did not touch his sides.

The Trojans now quickly got to their vessels, taking Achemenides with
them, and they plied their oars with the utmost speed. Hearing the
voices of the rowers and the sweep of their oars, the blind giant
stretched out his hands in the direction of the sound, seeking to
seize his enemies, as he took them to be. But the Trojans had got
beyond his reach. Then in his rage and disappointment the monster
raised a mighty shout which echoed from the mountain sides and brought
forth his brethren from their woods and caves.

"To heaven he lifts a monstrous roar,
Which sends a shudder through the waves,
Shakes to its base the Italian shore,
And echoing runs through AEtna's caves.
From rocks and woods the Cyclop host
Rush startled forth, and crowd the coast.
There glaring fierce we see them stand
In idle rage, a hideous band,
The sons of AEtna, carrying high
Their towering summits to the sky."
CONINGTON, _AEneid_, BOOK III.