Hesiod, the Homeric Hymns, and Homerica
water. Heaven has an avenging eye, and surely the host of Mice will
punish you and not let you escape.’
(ll. 99-109) With these words he breathed out his soul upon the water.
But Lick-platter as he sat upon the soft bank saw him die and, raising
a dreadful cry, ran and told the Mice. And when they heard of his fate,
all the Mice were seized with fierce anger, and bade their heralds
summon the people to assemble towards dawn at the house of
Bread-nibbler, the father of hapless Crumb-snatcher who lay
outstretched on the water face up, a lifeless corpse, and no longer
near the bank, poor wretch, but floating in the midst of the deep. And
when the Mice came in haste at dawn, Bread-nibbler stood up first,
enraged at his son’s death, and thus he spoke.
(ll. 110-121) ‘Friends, even if I alone had suffered great wrong from
the Frogs, assuredly this is a first essay at mischief for you all. And
now I am pitiable, for I have lost three sons. First the abhorred
ferret seized and killed one of them, catching him outside the hole;
then ruthless men dragged another to his doom when by unheard-of arts
they had contrived a wooden snare, a destroyer of Mice, which they call
a trap. There was a third whom I and his dear mother loved well, and
him Puff-jaw has carried out into the deep and drowned. Come, then, and
let us arm ourselves and go out against them when we have arrayed
ourselves in rich-wrought arms.’
(ll. 122-131) With such words he persuaded them all to gird themselves.
And Ares who has charge of war equipped them. First they fastened on
greaves and covered their shins with green bean-pods broken into two
parts which they had gnawed out, standing over them all night. Their
breast plates were of skin stretched on reeds, skilfully made from a
ferret they had flayed. For shields each had the centre-piece of a
lamp, and their spears were long needles all of bronze, the work of
Ares, and the helmets upon their temples were pea-nut shells.
(ll. 132-138) So the Mice armed themselves. But when the Frogs were
aware of it, they rose up out of the water and coming together to one
place gathered a council of grievous war. And while they were asking
whence the quarrel arose, and what the cause of this anger, a herald
drew near bearing a wand in his paws, Pot-visitor the son of
great-hearted Cheese-carver. He brought the grim message of war,
speaking thus:
(ll. 139-143) ‘Frogs, the Mice have sent me with their threats against
you, and bid you arm yourselves for war and battle; for they have seen
Crumb-snatcher in the water whom your king Puff-jaw slew. Fight, then,
as many of you as are warriors among the Frogs.’
(ll. 144-146) With these words he explained the matter. So when this
blameless speech came to their ears, the proud Frogs were disturbed in
their hearts and began to blame Puff-jaw. But he rose up and said:
(ll. 147-159) ‘Friends, I killed no Mouse, nor did I see one perishing.
Surely he was drowned while playing by the lake and imitating the
swimming of the Frogs, and now these wretches blame me who am
guiltless. Come then; let us take counsel how we may utterly destroy
the wily Mice. Moreover, I will tell you what I think to be the best.
Let us all gird on our armour and take our stand on the very brink of
the lake, where the ground breaks down sheer: then when they come out
and charge upon us, let each seize by the crest the Mouse who attacks
him, and cast them with their helmets into the lake; for so we shall
drown these dry-hobs 3602 in the water, and merrily set up here a
trophy of victory over the slaughtered Mice.’
(ll. 160-167) By this speech he persuaded them to arm themselves.
They covered their shins with leaves of mallows, and had breastplates
made of fine green beet-leaves, and cabbage-leaves, skilfully
fashioned, for shields. Each one was equipped with a long, pointed rush
for a spear, and smooth snail-shells to cover their heads. Then they
stood in close-locked ranks upon the high bank, waving their spears,
and were filled, each of them, with courage.
(ll. 168-173) Now Zeus called the gods to starry heaven and showed them
the martial throng and the stout warriors so many and so great, all
bearing long spears; for they were as the host of the Centaurs and the
Giants. Then he asked with a sly smile; ‘Who of the deathless gods will
help the Frogs and who the Mice?’
And he said to Athena;
(ll. 174-176) ‘My daughter, will you go aid the Mice? For they all
frolic about your temple continually, delighting in the fat of
sacrifice and in all kinds of food.’
(ll. 177-196) So then said the son of Cronos. But Athena answered him:
‘I would never go to help the Mice when they are hard pressed, for they
have done me much mischief, spoiling my garlands and my lamps too, to
get the oil. And this thing that they have done vexes my heart
exceedingly: they have eaten holes in my sacred robe, which I wove
painfully spinning a fine woof on a fine warp, and made it full of
holes. And now the money-lender is at me and charges me interest which
is a bitter thing for immortals. For I borrowed to do my weaving, and
have nothing with which to repay. Yet even so I will not help the
Frogs; for they also are not considerable: once, when I was returning
early from war, I was very tired, and though I wanted to sleep, they
would not let me even doze a little for their outcry; and so I lay
sleepless with a headache until cock-crow. No, gods, let us refrain
from helping these hosts, or one of us may get wounded with a sharp
spear; for they fight hand to hand, even if a god comes against them.
Let us rather all amuse ourselves watching the fight from heaven.’
(ll. 197-198) So said Athena. And the other gods agreed with her, and
all went in a body to one place.
(ll. 199-201) Then gnats with great trumpets sounded the fell note of
war, and Zeus the son of Cronos thundered from heaven, a sign of
grievous battle.
(ll. 202-223) First Loud-croaker wounded Lickman in the belly, right
through the midriff. Down fell he on his face and soiled his soft fur
in the dust: he fell with a thud and his armour clashed about him. Next
Troglodyte shot at the son of Mudman, and drove the strong spear deep
into his breast; so he fell, and black death seized him and his spirit
flitted forth from his mouth. Then Beety struck Pot-visitor to the
heart and killed him, and Bread-nibbler hit Loud-crier in the belly, so
that he fell on his face and his spirit flitted forth from his limbs.
Now when Pond-larker saw Loud-crier perishing, he struck in quickly and
wounded Troglodyte in his soft neck with a rock like a mill-stone, so
that darkness veiled his eyes. Thereat Ocimides was seized with grief,
and struck out with his sharp reed and did not draw his spear back to
him again, but felled his enemy there and then. And Lickman shot at him
with a bright spear and hit him unerringly in the midriff. And as he
marked Cabbage-eater running away, he fell on the steep bank, yet even
so did not cease fighting but smote that other so that he fell and did
not rise again; and the lake was dyed with red blood as he lay
outstretched along the shore, pierced through the guts and shining
flanks. Also he slew Cheese-eater on the very brink....
((LACUNA))
(ll. 224-251) But Reedy took to flight when he saw Ham-nibbler, and
fled, plunging into the lake and throwing away his shield. Then
blameless Pot-visitor killed Brewer and Water-larked killed the lord
Ham-nibbler, striking him on the head with a pebble, so that his brains
flowed out at his nostrils and the earth was bespattered with blood.
Faultless Muck-coucher sprang upon Lick-platter and killed him with his
spear and brought darkness upon his eyes: and Leeky saw it, and dragged
Lick-platter by the foot, though he was dead, and choked him in the
lake. But Crumb-snatcher was fighting to avenge his dead comrades, and
hit Leeky before he reached the land; and he fell forward at the blow
and his soul went down to Hades. And seeing this, the Cabbage-climber
took a clod of mud and hurled it at the Mouse, plastering all his
forehead and nearly blinding him. Thereat Crumb-snatcher was enraged
and caught up in his strong hand a huge stone that lay upon the ground,
a heavy burden for the soil: with that he hit Cabbage-climber below the
knee and splintered his whole right shin, hurling him on his back in
the dust. But Croakperson kept him off, and rushing at the Mouse in
turn, hit him in the middle of the belly and drove the whole reed-spear
into him, and as he drew the spear back to him with his strong hand,
all his foe’s bowels gushed out upon the ground. And when Troglodyte
saw the deed, as he was limping away from the fight on the river bank,
he shrank back sorely moved, and leaped into a trench to escape sheer
death. Then Bread-nibbler hit Puff-jaw on the toes—he came up at the
last from the lake and was greatly distressed....
((LACUNA))
(ll. 252-259) And when Leeky saw him fallen forward, but still half
alive, he pressed through those who fought in front and hurled a sharp
reed at him; but the point of the spear was stayed and did not break
his shield. Then noble Rueful, like Ares himself, struck his flawless
head-piece made of four pots—he only among the Frogs showed prowess in
the throng. But when he saw the other rush at him, he did not stay to
meet the stout-hearted hero but dived down to the depths of the lake.
(ll. 260-271) Now there was one among the Mice, Slice-snatcher, who
excelled the rest, dear son of Gnawer the son of blameless
Bread-stealer. He went to his house and bade his son take part in the
war. This warrior threatened to destroy the race of Frogs utterly 3603,
and splitting a chestnut-husk into two parts along the joint, put the
two hollow pieces as armour on his paws: then straightway the Frogs
were dismayed and all rushed down to the lake, and he would have made
good his boast—for he had great strength—had not the Son of Cronos, the
Father of men and gods, been quick to mark the thing and pitied the
Frogs as they were perishing. He shook his head, and uttered this word:
(ll. 272-276) ‘Dear, dear, how fearful a deed do my eyes behold!
Slice-snatcher makes no small panic rushing to and fro among the Frogs
by the lake. Let us then make all haste and send warlike Pallas or even
Ares, for they will stop his fighting, strong though he is.’
(ll. 277-284) So said the Son of Cronos; but Hera answered him: ‘Son of
Cronos, neither the might of Athena nor of Ares can avail to deliver
the Frogs from utter destruction. Rather, come and let us all go to
help them, or else let loose your weapon, the great and formidable
Titan-killer with which you killed Capaneus, that doughty man, and
great Enceladus and the wild tribes of Giants; ay, let it loose, for so
the most valiant will be slain.’
(ll. 285-293) So said Hera: and the Son of Cronos cast a lurid
thunderbolt: first he thundered and made great Olympus shake, and the
cast the thunderbolt, the awful weapon of Zeus, tossing it lightly
forth. Thus he frightened them all, Frogs and Mice alike, hurling his
bolt upon them. Yet even so the army of the Mice did not relax, but
hoped still more to destroy the brood of warrior Frogs. Only, the Son
of Cronos, on Olympus, pitied the Frogs and then straightway sent them
helpers.
(ll. 294-303) So there came suddenly warriors with mailed backs and
curving claws, crooked beasts that walked sideways, nut-cracker-jawed,
shell-hided: bony they were, flat-backed, with glistening shoulders and
bandy legs and stretching arms and eyes that looked behind them. They
had also eight legs and two feelers—persistent creatures who are called
crabs. These nipped off the tails and paws and feet of the Mice with
their jaws, while spears only beat on them. Of these the Mice were all