in measured cadence, and turning with their griping
tongs the ore on this side and on that.
While the father of Lemnos[257] makes this despatch on
the Æolian shores, Evander is roused from his lowly 20
dwelling by the genial light and the morning songs of
birds under the eaves. Up rises the old man, and draws
a tunic over his frame, and puts Tyrrhenian sandals
round his feet; next he fastens from below to side and
shoulder a sword from Tegea, flinging back over him a 25
panther’s hide that drooped from the left. Moreover, two