| Old Greek Folk Stories Told Anew|
|by Josephine Preston Peabody|
|A child's first book of Greek tales containing many of the shorter myths retold with exceptional literary skill. Relates the stories of Prometheus, who brought to earth the bright-eyed fire treasured by the gods; of Orpheus, best of harpers; of the cunning Daedalus; the ambitious Phaethon; Apollo and Diana, and other gods and heroes of the olden time. Designed to supplement the myths retold by Nathaniel Hawthorne in A Wonder Book and Tanglewood Tales. Ages 8-10 |
 EVEN if Prince Meleager had lived, it is doubtful
if he could ever have won Atalanta to be his wife. The
maiden was resolved to live unwed, and at last she devised a
plan to be rid of all her suitors. She was known far
and wide as the swiftest runner of her time; and so she said
that she would only marry that man who could outstrip her in
the race, but that all who dared to try and failed must be
put to death.
This threat did not dishearten all of the suitors, however,
and to her grief, for she was not cruel, they held her to
her promise. On a certain day the few bold men who were to
try their fortune made ready, and chose young Hippomenes as
judge. He sat watching them before the word was given, and
sadly wondered that any brave man should risk his life
merely to win a bride. But when Atalanta stood ready for the
contest, he was amazed by her beauty. She looked like
Hebe, goddess of young health, who is a glad serving-maiden
to the gods when they sit at feast.
The signal was given, and, as she and the suitors darted
away, flight made her more enchanting than ever. Just as a
wind brings sparkles to the water and laughter to
the trees, haste fanned her loveliness to a glow.
Alas for the suitors! She ran as if Hermes had lent her
his winged sandals. The young men, skilled as they were,
grew heavy with weariness and despair.
 For all their
efforts, they seemed to lag like ships in a calm, while
Atalanta flew before them in some favoring breeze—and
reached the goal!
To the sorrow of all on-lookers, the suitors were led away;
but the judge himself, Hippomenes, rose and begged leave
to try his fortune. As Atalanta listened, and looked at him,
her heart was filled with pity, and she would willingly have
let him win the race to save him from defeat and death; for
he was comely and younger than the others. But her friends
urged her to rest and make ready, and she consented, with an
Meanwhile Hippomenes prayed within himself to Venus:
"Goddess of Love, give ear, and send me good speed. Let me
be swift to win as I have been swift to love her."
Now Venus, who was not far off,—for she had already moved the
heart of Hippomenes to
love,—came to his side invisibly, slipped into his hand three
wondrous golden apples, and whispered a word of counsel in
The signal was given; youth and maiden started over the
course. They went so like the wind that they left not a
footprint. The people cheered on Hippomenes, eager that
such valour should win. But the course was long, and soon
fatigue seemed to clutch at his throat, the light shook
before his eyes, and, even as he pressed on, the maiden
passed him by.
At that instant Hippomenes tossed ahead one of the golden
apples. The rolling bright thing caught Atalanta's eye, and
full of wonder she stooped to pick it up. Hippomenes ran on.
As he heard the flutter of her tunic close behind him, he
flung aside another golden apple, and another moment was
lost to the
 girl. Who could pass by such a marvel? The
goal was near and Hippomenes was ahead, but once again
Atalanta caught up with him, and they sped side by side
like two dragon-flies. For an instant his heart failed him;
then, with a last prayer to Venus, he flung down the last
apple. The maiden glanced at it, wavered, and would have left
it where it had fallen, had not Venus turned her head for a
second and given her a sudden wish to possess it. Against
she turned to pick up the golden apple, and Hippomenes
touched the goal.
So he won that perilous maiden; and as for Atalanta, she was
glad to marry such a valorous man. By this time she
understood so well what it was like to be pursued, that she
had lost a little of her pleasure in hunting.
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