(ll.1092-1102) "Son of Aeson, thou must climb to this temple on rugged Dindymum and propitiate the mother (9) of all the blessed gods on her fair throne, and the stormy blasts shall cease.For such was the voice I heard but now from the halcyon, bird of the sea, which, as it flew above thee in thy slumber, told me all.For by her power the winds and the sea and all the earth below and the snowy seat of Olympus are complete; and to her, when from the mountains she ascends the mighty heaven, Zeus himself, the son of Cronos, gives place.In like manner the rest of the immortal blessed ones reverence the dread goddess."(ll.1103-1152) Thus he spake, and his words were welcome to Jason's ear.And he arose from his bed with joy and woke all hiscomrades hurriedly and told them the prophecy of Mopsus the son of Ampycus.And quickly the younger men drove oxen from their stalls and began to lead them to the mountain's lofty summit.And they loosed the hawsers from the sacred rock and rowed to the Thracian harbour; and the heroes climbed the mountain, leaving a few of their comrades in the ship.And to them the Macrian heights and all the coast of Thrace opposite appeared to view close at hand.And there appeared the misty mouth of Bosporus and the Mysian hills; and on the other side the stream of the river Aesepus and the city and Nepeian plain of Adrasteia.Now there was a sturdy stump of vine that grew in the forest, a tree exceeding old; this they cut down, to be the sacred image of the mountain goddess; and Argus smoothed it skilfully, and they set it upon that rugged hill beneath a canopy of lofty oaks, which of all trees have their roots deepest.And near it they heaped an altar of small stones, and wreathed their brows with oak leaves and paid heed to sacrifice, invoking the mother of Dindymum, most venerable, dweller in Phrygia, and Titias and Cyllenus, who alone of many are called dispensers of doom and assessors of the Idaean mother,-- the Idaean Dactyls of Crete, whom once the nymph Anchiale, as she grasped with both hands the land of Oaxus, bare in the Dictaean cave.And with many prayers did Aeson's son beseech the goddess to turn aside the stormy blasts as he poured libations on the blazing sacrifice; and at the same time by command of Orpheus the youths trod a measure dancing in full armour, and clashed with their swords on their shields, so that the ill- omened cry might be lost in the air the wail which the people were still sending up in grief for their king.Hence from that time forward the Phrygians propitiate Rhea with the wheel and the drum.And the gracious goddess, I ween, inclined her heart to pious sacrifices; and favourable signs appeared.The trees shed abundant fruit, and round their feet the earth of its own accord put forth flowers from the tender grass.And the beasts of the wild wood left their lairs and thickets and came up fawning on them with their tails.And she caused yet another marvel; for hitherto there was no flow of water on Dindymum, but then for them an unceasing stream gushed forth from the thirsty peak just as it was, and the dwellers around in after times called that stream, the spring of Jason.
And then they made a feast in honour of the goddess on the Mount of Bears, singing the praises of Rhea most venerable; but at dawn the winds had ceased and they rowed away from the island.
(ll.1153-1171) Thereupon a spirit of contention stirred each chieftain, who should be the last to leave his oar.For all around the windless air smoothed the swirling waves and lulled the sea to rest.And they, trusting in the calm, mightily drove the ship forward; and as she sped through the salt sea, not even the storm-footed steeds of Poseidon would have overtaken her.Nevertheless when the sea was stirred by violent blasts which were just rising from the rivers about evening, forspent with toil, they ceased.But Heracles by the might of his arms pulled the weary rowers along all together, and made the strong-knit timbers of the ship to quiver.But when, eager to reach the Mysian mainland, they passed along in sight of the mouth of Rhyndaeus and the great cairn of Aegaeon, a little way from Phrygia, then Heracles, as he ploughed up the furrows of the roughened surge, broke his oar in the middle.And one half he held in both his hands as he fell sideways, the other the sea swept away with its receding wave.And he sat up in silence glaring round; for his hands were unaccustomed to he idle.
(ll.1172-1186) Now at the hour when from the field some delver or ploughman goes gladly home to his hut, longing for his evening meal, and there on the threshold, all squalid with dust, bows his wearied knees, and, beholding his hands worn with toil, with many a curse reviles his belly; at that hour the heroes reached the homes of the Cianian land near the Arganthonian mount and the outfall of Cius.Them as they came in friendliness, the Mysians, inhabitants of that land, hospitably welcomed, and gave them in their need provisions and sheep and abundant wine.Hereupon some brought dried wood, others from the meadows leaves for beds which they gathered in abundance for strewing, whilst others were twirling sticks to get fire; others again were mixing wine in the bowl and making ready the feast, after sacrificing at nightfall to Apollo Ecbasius.
