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Achilles next, that nimble runner, swift on his feet as the wind, whom Thetis bore and Chiron trained, I saw  upon the beach, racing in full armor along the shingle, and straining every nerve to beat a team of four horses,  as he sped round the track on foot; and Eumelus, the grandson of Pheres, their driver, was shouting when I saw him, goading on his lovely steeds,  with their bits of chased gold-work; the center pair, that bore the yoke, had dappled coats picked out with white, while the tracehorses, on the outside, facing the turning-post in the course,  were bays with spotted fetlocks. Close beside them Peleus' son leapt on his way, in all his harness, keeping abreast  the rail by the axle-box.
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