“So he spoke in prayer, and the dark-haired god heard him. But the Cyclops
lifted on high again a far greater stone, and swung and hurled it, putting into the throw measureless strength. He cast it
a little behind the dark-prowed ship, and barely missed the end of the steering-oar. And the sea surged beneath the stone as it fell, and the wave bore the ship onward and drove it to the shore.
“Now when we had come to the island, where our other well-benched ships lay all together, and round about them our comrades,
ever expecting us, sat weeping, then, on coming thither, we beached our ship on the sands, and ourselves went forth upon the shore of the sea. Then we took from out the hollow ship the flocks of the Cyclops
, and divided them, that so far as in me lay no man might go defrauded of an equal share.
But the ram my well-greaved comrades gave to me alone, when the flocks were divided, as a gift apart; and on the shore I sacrificed him to Zeus, son of Cronos, god of the dark clouds, who is lord of all, and burned the thigh-pieces. Howbeit he heeded not my sacrifice, but was planning how all
my well-benched ships might perish and my trusty comrades.
“So, then, all day long till set of sun we sat feasting on abundant flesh and sweet wine; but when the sun set and darkness came on, then we lay down to rest on the shore of the sea.
And as soon as early Dawn appeared, the rosy-fingered, I roused my comrades, and bade them themselves to embark and to loose the stern cables. So they went on board straightway and sat down upon the benches, and sitting well in order smote the grey sea with their oars.
“Thence we sailed on, grieved at heart, glad to have escaped death, though we had lost our dear comrades.