THE ADMIRAL OF THE FLEET
So screamed the women in the streets of Athens; and the children added their shrill cries.
"We will mount our horses and go out to meet the Persians before they reach the city," shouted an Athenian.
"No," cried a young man, who pushed his way among the crowd.
Tall and handsome was Cimon (Ky-mon) and the hair fell in thick locks over his shoulders.
"No," he said, as he held up a horse's bridle in his hand. "Come with me, friends, to yonder temple; and after we have offered our prayers there we will do as the wise Themistocles (Themis-to-kleez) has advised. We will go into our ships."
The sound of his strong voice and the brave look on his face seemed to put heart into the folk of Athens and many men, women, and children went at his heels as he made his way to a temple. There he laid upon the altar his horse's bridle, saying that Athens had no need of horses and horsemen just now. She must be saved by the wooden walls—that is, the ships. Then he took a shield down from the wall of the temple, and walked along the street to the harbor. A large number of galleys were anchored there. Soon the vessels were crammed with families carrying such articles as they had been able to snatch in haste from their homes. The women and children sailed
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