The Age of Fable eBook

Thomas Bulfinch
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 528 pages of information about The Age of Fable.

The Age of Fable eBook

Thomas Bulfinch
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 528 pages of information about The Age of Fable.
men who sprang from the trees themselves, and had neither laws nor social culture.  They knew not how to yoke the cattle nor raise a harvest, nor provide from present abundance for future want; but browsed like beasts upon the leafy boughs, or fed voraciously on their hunted prey.  Such were they when Saturn, expelled from Olympus by his sons, came among them and drew together the fierce savages, formed them into society, and gave them laws.  Such peace and plenty ensued that men ever since have called his reign the golden age; but by degrees far other times succeeded, and the thirst of gold and the thirst of blood prevailed.  The land was a prey to successive tyrants, till fortune and resistless destiny brought me hither, an exile from my native land, Arcadia.”

Having thus said, he showed him the Tarpeian rock, and the rude spot then overgrown with bushes where in after times the Capitol rose in all its magnificence.  He next pointed to some dismantled walls, and said, “Here stood Janiculum, built by Janus, and there Saturnia, the town of Saturn.”  Such discourse brought them to the cottage of poor Evander, whence they saw the lowing herds roaming over the plain where now the proud and stately Forum stands.  They entered, and a couch was spread for Aeneas, well stuffed with leaves, and covered with the skin of a Libyan bear.

Next morning, awakened by the dawn and the shrill song of birds beneath the eaves of his low mansion, old Evander rose.  Clad in a tunic, and a panther’s skin thrown over his shoulders, with sandals on his feet and his good sword girded to his side, he went forth to seek his guest.  Two mastiffs followed him, his whole retinue and body guard.  He found the hero attended by his faithful Achates, and, Pallas soon joining them, the old king spoke thus: 

“Illustrious Trojan, it is but little we can do in so great a cause.  Our state is feeble, hemmed in on one side by the river, on the other by the Rutulians.  But I propose to ally you with a people numerous and rich, to whom fate has brought you at the propitious moment.  The Etruscans hold the country beyond the river.  Mezentius was their king, a monster of cruelty, who invented unheard-of torments to gratify his vengeance.  He would fasten the dead to the living, hand to hand and face to face, and leave the wretched victims to die in that dreadful embrace.  At length the people cast him out, him and his house.  They burned his palace and slew his friends.  He escaped and took refuge with Turnus, who protects him with arms.  The Etruscans demand that he shall be given up to deserved punishment, and would ere now have attempted to enforce their demand; but their priests restrain them, telling them that it is the will of heaven that no native of the land shall guide them to victory, and that thsir destined leader must come from across the sea.  They have offered the crown to me, but I am too old to undertake such great affairs, and my son is native-born, which precludes him from the choice.  You, equally by birth and time of life, and fame in arms, pointed out by the gods, have but to appear to be hailed at once as their leader.  With you I will join Pallas, my son, my only hope and comfort.  Under you he shall learn the art of war, and strive to emulate your great exploits.”

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