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Title: Stories of old Greece
Year: 1894 (1890s)
Authors: Firth, Emma M
Subjects: Children's literature -- Mythology
Publisher: Boston, Heath
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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that t> the tall reeds and grasses trembled with pleasure, andsoftly echoed the sweet strains. HYACINTHUS. ONE day, upon a green hillside, Apollo saw anothershepherd lad, who was playing upon a pipe, and makingmusic which sounded like the sighing of the pine-trees.Apollo drew near and stood before the shepherd. What is thy name, noble youth ? he asked. The shepherd was dazzled by the brightness of thegod, but answered simply. Hyacinthus. Thy name is well suited to thee. Let me playupon thy pipe, said Apollo. Hyacinthus, although astonished at the great beautyof Apollo, was even more amazed at the sweetness ofhis music, for no mortal had ever heard such musicbefore. The shepherd lad was charmed into silence, as werealso the birds and bees, while even the little brook,which had been rippling down hill, paused in a quietpool to listen. Apollo finally returned the pipe, saying frankly, Ilike you, Hyacinthus. We will be friends, and you shall go with me to the palace of King Admetus. 32
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THE DISK-THROWER. 34 STORIES OF OLD GREECE. Hyacinthus eyes sparkled; he longed to go, butwhen he thought of his sheep, he said, But whatwould become of my sheep ? I must not leave them.No, no, Apollo; I cannot go with you !? Noble youth, I love you the better because you pre-fer duty to pleasure; and since you cannot come withme, I will come to you. To-morrow I will comeagain. Apollo came again ; and for many happy days theyplayed and talked, and learned to love each other, asonly the best of friends can do. One day they were playing a game of quoits. Theywere both very eager and earnest, Hyacinthus wishingthat Apollo might win, Apollo wishing for the successof Hyacinthus. Apollo picked up the discus, and madea splendid throw. He would have won, but a sadthing happened. The West Wind. who. as you know,is a wild and gloomy fellow, had grown jealous of thefriendship. No doubt he thought that he could makethem quarrel. He blew the discus so that it boundedback and hit Hyacinthus on the

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