A Story of the Golden Age

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Baldwin James. A Story of the Golden Age

THE FORE WORD

ADVENTURE I. A GLIMPSE OF THE WORLD

ADVENTURE II. A VOYAGE ON THE SEA

ADVENTURE III. THE CENTRE OF THE EARTH

ADVENTURE IV. THE SILVER-BOWED APOLLO

ADVENTURE V. THE KING OF CATTLE THIEVES

ADVENTURE VI. TWO FAMOUS BOAR HUNTS

ADVENTURE VII. AT OLD CHEIRON'S SCHOOL

ADVENTURE VIII. THE GOLDEN APPLE

ADVENTURE IX. THE SWINEHERD

ADVENTURE X. THE SEA ROBBERS OF MESSENE

ADVENTURE XI. THE BOW OF EURYTUS

ADVENTURE XII. THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD

ADVENTURE XIII. A RACE FOR A WIFE

ADVENTURE XIV. HOW A GREAT HERO MET HIS MASTER

ADVENTURE XV. LONG LIVE THE KING!

ADVENTURE XVI. THE CHILDREN OF PROMETHEUS

ADVENTURE XVII. A CAUSE OF WAR

ADVENTURE XVIII. AN UNWILLING HERO

ADVENTURE XIX. HEROES IN STRANGE GARB

ADVENTURE XX. BECALMED AT AULIS

ADVENTURE XXI. THE LONG SIEGE

THE AFTER WORD

NOTES

INDEX TO PROPER NAMES

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You have heard of Homer, and of the two wonderful poems, the Iliad and the Odyssey, which bear his name. No one knows whether these poems were composed by Homer, or whether they are the work of many different poets. And, in fact, it matters very little about their authorship. Everybody agrees that they are the grandest poems ever sung or written or read in this world; and yet, how few persons, comparatively, have read them, or know any thing about them except at second-hand! Homer commences his story, not at the beginning, but "in the midst of things;" hence, when one starts out to read the Iliad without having made some special preparation beforehand, he finds it hard to understand, and is tempted, in despair, to stop at the end of the first book. Many people are, therefore, content to admire the great masterpiece of poetry and story-telling simply because others admire it, and not because they have any personal acquaintance with it.

Now, it is not my purpose to give you a "simplified version" of the Iliad or the Odyssey. There are already many such versions; but the best way for you, or any one else, to read Homer, is to read Homer. If you do not understand Greek, you can read him in one of the many English translations. You will find much of the spirit of the original in the translations by Bryant, by Lord Derby, and by old George Chapman, as well as in the admirable prose rendering by Butcher and Lang; but you can get none of it in any so-called simplified version.

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When Phemius ended his singing, the guests withdrew from the hall, and each went silently to his own home; and Odysseus, having kissed his dear father and mother, went thoughtfully to his sleeping-room high up above the great hall. With him went his nurse, Dame Eurycleia, carrying the torches. She had been a princess once; but hard fate and cruel war had overthrown her father's kingdom, and had sent her forth a captive and a slave. Laertes had bought her of her captors for a hundred oxen, and had given her a place of honor in his household next to Anticleia. She loved Odysseus as she would love her own dear child; for, since his birth, she had nursed and cared for him. She now, as was her wont, lighted him to his chamber; she laid back the soft coverings of his bed; she smoothed the fleeces, and hung his tunic within easy reach. Then with kind words of farewell for the night, she quietly withdrew, and closed the door, and pulled the thong outside which turned the fastening latch. Odysseus wrapped himself among the fleeces of his bed, and soon was lost in slumber.1

"Phaethon fell into the river which men call Eridanos, and his broken-hearted sisters wept for him; and as they stood upon the banks and bewailed his unhappy fate, Father Zeus in pity changed them into tall green poplars; and their tears, falling into the river, were hardened into precious yellow amber. But the daughters of Hesperus, through whose country this river flows, built for the fair hero a marble tomb, close by the sounding sea. And they sang a song about Phaethon, and said that although he had been hurled to the earth by the thunderbolts of angry Zeus, yet he died not without honor, for he had his heart set on the doing of great deeds."

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