Slung him across on the nape of my neck, then made for the vessel

Leaning me hard on my spear, on the shoulder unable to bear him

Grasped by the one hand only — for wondrous huge was the creature.
Then to the fore of the vessel I cast him and roused my companions

Standing in turn near each, and with words consoling addressed them :

* Courage, my friends ! Not yet shall we go, though sorely afflicted,
Down to the mansion of Death, till the destined day be arisen.
Come ! while yet there is meat and is drink in the swift-winged vessel.
Be not forgetful of food, nor pine thus famished for hunger.'

Thus did I speak, and harking at once to my words of persuasion.
Straight they unmuffled, and there on the shore of the waste salt water
Marvelling gazed at the stag — so wondrous huge was the creature.
Then, when at last they had sated their eyes with the pleasure of gazing.
Washing their hands they began to prepare them aiglorious banquet.
So for the whole of the day till the sun went down in the ocean
Sitting we feasted on flesh in abundance and quaffed of the wine-cup.
Then, when the sun sank down and come was the gloom of the twilight.
Weary we laid us to sleep on the surf-beat strand of the ocean.
Now when the morning was newly arisen, the roseate-fingered.
Calling together a council of all, these words I addressed them :

* List to my words, though fortune is verily evil, my comrades.
Friends — no longer we know of the region of gloom or of dawning.
Neither the, place where setteth the sun which shineth on mortals.
