Which sent afar a hideous crackling sound:
The foam ran down their breasts like molten flame,—
Too dreadful to describe by any name;
Their mouths, when open, were like rocky caves—
Down their vast throats the Styx[127] rush’d in great waves,
And when they spat, a stench obnoxious ’rose—
Offensive to the most inurèd nose.
Around their waists were slung huge buffalo horns
(And farther down hung girdles of black thorns),
With which they went three times a day for drink,