Thy hair is like threads of gold, and ours is black and curled.

Surely thou art one of the Immortals;' and they would have worshipped him then and there; but Perseus said-- 'I am not one of the Immortals; but I am a hero of the Hellens.

And I have slain the Gorgon in the wilderness, and bear her head with me.

Give me food, therefore, that I may go forward and finish my work.' Then they gave him food, and fruit, and wine; but they would not let him go.

And when the news came into the city that the Gorgon was slain, the priests came out to meet him, and the maidens, with songs and dances, and timbrels and harps; and they would have brought him to their temple and to their king; but Perseus put on the hat of darkness, and vanished away out of their sight.
Therefore the Egyptians looked long for his return, but in vain, and worshipped him as a hero, and made a statue of him in Chemmis, which stood for many a hundred years; and they said that he appeared to them at times, with sandals a cubit long; and that whenever he appeared the season was fruitful, and the Nile rose high that year.
Then Perseus went to the eastward, along the Red Sea shore; and then, because he was afraid to go into the Arabian deserts, he turned northward once more, and this time no storm hindered him.
He went past the Isthmus, and Mount Casius, and the vast Serbonian bog, and up the shore of Palestine, where the dark-faced AEthiops dwelt.
He flew on past pleasant hills and valleys, like Argos itself, or Lacedaemon, or the fair Vale of Tempe.