with the yells of jackals and the cawings of crows, with the grunts of elephants, and the shouts and cries of the warriors.  Those sounds, mingling together, produced a loud uproar, making the hair stand on end.  That uproar filled all the points of the compass like the report of Indra’s thunder.  At dead of night, the Bharata host seemed illuminated with the Angadas, the ear-rings, the cuirasses, and the weapons of combatants.  There elephants and cars, adorned with gold, looked in that night like clouds charged with lightning.  Swords and darts and maces and scimitars and clubs and lances and axes, as they fell, looked like dazzling flashes of fire.  Duryodhana was the gust of wind that was the precursor (of that tempest-like host).  Cars and elephants constituted its dry clouds.  The loud noise of drums and other instruments formed the peal of its thunders.  Abounding with standards, bows formed to lightning flashes.  Drona and the Pandavas formed its pouring clouds.  Scimitars and darts and maces constituted its thunders.  Shafts formed its downpour, and weapons (of other kinds) its incessant gusts of wind.  And the winds that blew were both exceedingly hot and exceedingly cold.  Terrible, stunning and fierce, it was destructive of life.  There was nothing that could afford shelter from it.[193] Combatants, desirous of battle entered into that frightful host on that dreadful night resounding with terrible noises, enhancing the fears of the timid and the delight of heroes.  And during the progress of that fierce and dreadful battle in the night, the Pandus and the Srinjayas, united together, rushed in wrath against Drona.  All these, however, O king, that advanced right against the illustrious Drona, were either obliged to turn back or despatched to the abode of Yama.  Indeed, on that night, Drona alone pierced with his shafts, elephants in thousands and cars in tens of thousands and millions of millions of foot-soldiers and steeds.’”

SECTION CLIV

“Dhritarashtra said, “When the invincible Drona, of immeasurable energy, unable to bear (the slaughter of Jayadratha), Wrathfully entered into the midst of the Srinjayas, what did all of you think?  When that warrior of immeasurable soul, having said those words unto my disobedient son, Duryodhana, so entered (the hostile ranks), what steps did Partha take?  When after the fall of the heroic Jayadratha and of Bhurisravas, that unvanquished warrior of great energy, that scorcher of foes, viz., the unconquerable Drona, proceeded against the Panchalas, what did Arjuna think?  What also did Duryodhana think as the most seasonable step that he could adopt?  Who were they that followed that boon-giving hero, that foremost of regenerated ones?  Who were those heroes, O Suta, that stood behind that hero while engaged in ’battle?  Who fought in his van, while he was employed in slaughter?  I think, all the Pandavas, afflicted with the arrows of Bharadwaja’s son,