Glad at length to greet The welcome earth, the Trojans leap to land, And lay their weary limbs still dripping on the sand.
XXIV.

First from a flint a spark Achates drew, And lit the leaves and dry wood heaped with care And set the fuel flaming, as he blew.
Then, tired of toiling, from the ships they bear The sea-spoiled corn, and Ceres' tools prepare, And 'twixt the millstones grind the rescued grain And roast the pounded morsels for their fare: While up the crag AEneas climbs, to gain Full prospect far and wide, and scan the distant main.
XXV.

If aught of Phrygian biremes he discern Antheus or Capys, tost upon the seas, Or arms of brave Caicus high astern.
No sail, but wandering on the shore he sees Three stags, and, grazing up the vale at ease, The whole herd troops behind them in a row.
He stops, and from Achates hastes to seize His chance-brought arms, the arrows and the bow, The branching antlers smites, and lays the leader low.
XXVI.

Next fall the herd; and through the leafy glade In mingled rout he drives the scattered train, Plying his shafts, nor stays his conquering raid Till seven huge bodies on the ground lie slain, The number of his vessels; then again He seeks the crews, and gives a deer to each, Then opes the casks, which good Acestes, fain At parting, filled on the Trinacrian beach, And shares the wine, and soothes their drooping hearts with speech.
XXVII.

"Comrades! of ills not ignorant; far more Than these ye suffered, and to these as well Will Jove give ending, as he gave before.
Ye know mad Scylla, and her monsters' yell, And the dark caverns where the Cyclops dwell.
Fear not; take heart; hereafter, it may be These too will yield a pleasant tale to tell.
Through shifting hazards, by the Fates' decree, To Latin shores we steer, our promised land to see.
XXVIII.