But Zeus had impelled the north wind's might to blow, marking by rain the moist path of Arcturus; and all day long he was stirring the leaves upon the mountains, breathing gently upon the topmost sprays; but at night he rushed upon the sea with monstrous force, and with his shrieking blasts uplifted the surge; and a dark mist covered the heavens, nor did the bright stars anywhere appear from among the clouds, but a murky gloom brooded all around.

And so the sons of Phrixus, drenched and trembling in fear of a horrible doom, were borne along by the waves helplessly.

And the force of the wind had snatched away their sails and shattered in twain the hull, tossed as it was by the breakers.

And hereupon by heaven's prompting those four clutched a huge beam, one of many that were scattered about, held together by sharp bolts, when the ship broke to pieces.

And on to the island the waves and the blasts of wind bore the men in their distress, within a little of death.