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 What miseries this girl has yet to bear

From Hera. But thou, child of Inachus,

Lay these my words to heart that thou may'st know

Throughly what goal is set thy journeyings.

First, turning thee towards the rising sun

From hence, cross over untilled plains till so

Thou reach the wandering Scythians, those who dwell

In wicker tents aloft on cars with wheels

And are accoutred with far-shooting arrows.

Approach not these, but, on the surf-lashed shore

Keeping thy foot, pass outward from that land.

On the left hand the iron-workers dwell,

The Chalybes, of whom be thou well ware,

For they are savage, not to be approached

By strangers. And then wilt thou come beside

The rushing river, not inaptly named,

Which do not cross, for 'tis no easy task,

Until thou come to Caucasus itself,

Highest of mountains, where from the very brow

The river breaks in strength. And then must thou,

Making thy way o'er these star-neighbouring peaks,

Pass on a southward track until thou reach

The war-host of male-hating Amazons,