fleecedsheepofthelordHeliosfeedcontinuallyandoccupyaglad—somecountry。Theretheywishedtoputtheirshiptoshore,andlandandcomprehendthegreatmarvelandseewiththeireyeswhetherthemonsterwouldremainuponthedeckofthehollowship,orspringbackintothebrinydeepwherefishesshoal。Butthewell—builtshipwouldnotobeythehelm,butwentonitswayallalongPeloponnesus:andthelord,far—workingApollo,guidediteasilywiththebreathofthebreeze。SotheshipranonitscourseandcametoArenaandlovelyArgypheaandThryon,thefordofAlpheus,andwell—placedAepyandsandyPylosandthemenofPylos;pastCruniitwentandChalcisandpastDymeandfairElis,wheretheEpeirule。AndatthetimewhenshewasmakingforPherae,exultinginthebreezefromZeus,thereappearedtothembelowthecloudsthesteepmountainofIthaca,andDulichiumandSameandwoodedZacynthus。ButwhentheywerepassedbyallthecoastofPeloponnesus,then,towardsCrisa,thatvastgulfbegantoheaveinsightwhichthroughallitslengthcutsofftherichisleofPelops。Therecameonthemastrong,clearwest—
windbyordinanceofZeusandblewfromheavenvehemently,thatwithallspeedtheshipmightfinishcoursingoverthebrinywaterofthesea。Sotheybeganagaintovoyagebacktowardsthedawnandthesun:andthelordApollo,sonofZeus,ledthemonuntiltheyreachedfar—seenCrisa,landofvines,andintohaven:
therethesea—coursingshipgroundedonthesands。
（ll。440—451）Then,likeastaratnoonday,thelord,far—workingApollo,leapedfromtheship:flashesoffireflewfromhimthickandtheirbrightnessreachedtoheaven。Heenteredintohisshrinebetweenpricelesstripods,andtheremadeaflametoflareupbright,showingforththesplendourofhisshafts,sothattheirradiancefilledallCrisa,andthewivesandwell—girdeddaughtersoftheCrisaeansraisedacryatthatoutburstofPhoebus;forhecastgreatfearuponthemall。Fromhisshrinehesprangforthagain,swiftasathought,tospeedagaintotheship,bearingtheformofaman,briskandsturdy,intheprimeofhisyouth,whilehisbroadshoulderswerecoveredwithhishair:andhespoketotheCretans,utteringwingedwords:
（ll。452—461）`Strangers,whoareyou？Whencecomeyousailingalongthepathsofthesea？Areyoufortraffic,ordoyouwanderatrandomovertheseaaspiratesdowhoputtheirownlivestohazardandbringmischieftomenofforeignpartsastheyroam？Whyrestyousoandareafraid,anddonotgoashorenorstowthegearofyourblackship？Forthatisthecustomofmenwholivebybread,whenevertheycometolandintheirdarkshipsfromthemain,spentwithtoil;atoncedesireforsweetfoodcatchesthemabouttheheart。\'