Æneas wakes from sleep, arms the crews of two of his galleys, and begins his voyage up the course of the friendly Tiber, who purposely calms his waves and moderates his current. The sow with her thirty young is soon found, and duly sacrificed, as the river-genius has warned him, to propitiate the wrath of Juno. Evander, with his son Pallas and all his people, is keeping high festival to Hercules, when the masts of the Trojan galleys are suddenly seen among the trees as they turn a bend of the river. The strangers are hailed by Pallas; and Æneas, bearing in his hand the olive-bough of a suppliant, is led by the young chief before his father. In a well-studied speech he claims kindred with the Arcadian hero, albeit a Trojan and Greek might at first sight seem natural enemies. Dardanus of Troy traced his descent from Atlas--Evander’s genealogy goes back to the same great ancestor. Their mutual enmity with the Latians should be also a bond of union: and lo! Æneas has shown his goodwill and confidence in thus placing himself fearlessly in Evander’s power. Evander is the Nestor of the Æneid;--somewhat given to long stories and reminiscences of his own youth. He had known his present visitor’s father well, in the years gone by, when the Trojan court had visited the country of Priam’s sister Hesionè. “A boy was I, a stripling lad, My cheek with youth’s first blossom clad; I gazed at Priam and his train Of Trojan lords, and gazed again: But great Anchises, princely tall, Was more than Priam, more than all. With boyish zeal I schemed and planned To greet the chief, and grasp his hand. I ventured, and with eager zest To Pheneus brought my honoured guest. A Lycian quiver he bestowed At parting, with its arrowy load, A gold-wrought scarf, and bridle-reins Of gold, which Pallas still retains.”