From hence the boar was roused, and sprung amain, Like lightning sudden on the warrior train, Beats down the trees before him, shakes the ground, The forest echoes to the crackling sound; Shout the fierce youth, and clamours ring around. All stood with their protended spears prepared, With broad steel heads the brandish’d weapons glared. The beast impetuous, with his tusks, aside Deals glancing wounds; the fearful dogs divide: All spend their mouths aloof, but none abide. Echion threw the first, but miss’d his mark, And stuck his boar-spear on a maple’s bark. Then Jason, and his javelin seem’d to take, But fail’d with over force, and whizz’d above his back. Mopsus was next, but, ere he threw, address’d To Phoebus thus: “O patron, help thy priest! If I adore, and ever have adored, Thy power divine, thy present aid afford, That I may reach the beast.” The god allow’d His prayer, and, smiling, gave him what he could: He reach’d the savage, but no blood he drew; Dian unarm’d the javelin as it flew.