Three thousand years and more they sailed away, into the unknown Eastern seas; and great nations have come and gone since then, and many a storm has swept the earth; and many a mighty armament, to which _Argo_ would be but one small boat; English and French, Turkish and Russian, have sailed those waters since; yet the fame of that small _Argo_ lives for ever, and her name is become a proverb among men.
So they sailed past the Isle of Sciathos, with the Cape of Sepius on their left, and turned to the northward toward Pelion, up the long Magnesian shore.

On their right hand was the open sea, and on their left old Pelion rose, while the clouds crawled round his dark pine-forests, and his caps of summer snow.

And their hearts yearned for the dear old mountain, as they thought of pleasant days gone by, and of the sports of their boyhood, and their hunting, and their schooling in the cave beneath the cliff.

And at last Peleus spoke, 'Let us land here, friends, and climb the dear old hill once more.

We are going on a fearful journey; who knows if we shall see Pelion again?
Let us go up to Cheiron our master, and ask his blessing ere we start.