And at dawn before them as they journeyed rose Athos, the Thracian mountain, which with its topmost peak overshadows Lemnos, even as far as Myrine, though it lies as far off as the space that a well-trimmed merchantship would traverse up to mid-day.

For them on that day, till darkness fell, the breeze blew exceedingly fresh, and the sails of the ship strained to it.

But with the setting of the sun the wind left them, and it was by the oars that they reached Lemnos, the Sintian isle.
(ll.

609-639) Here the whole of the men of the people together had been ruthlessly slain through the transgressions of the women in the year gone by.

For the men had rejected their lawful wives, loathing them, and had conceived a fierce passion for captive maids whom they themselves brought across the sea from their forays in Thrace; for the terrible wrath of Cypris came upon them, because for a long time they had grudged her the honours due.