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    winged slippers on his feet, and cap on his
    head, took his sleep-producing wand, and leaped down from the
    heavenly towers to the earth. There he laid aside his wings, and
    kept only his wand, with which he presented himself as a shepherd
    driving his flock. As he strolled on he blew upon his pipes.
    These were what are called the Syrinx or Pandean pipes. Argus
    listened with delight, for he had never heard the instrument
    before. "Young man," said he, "come and take a seat by me on
    this stone. There is no better place for your flock to graze in
    than hereabouts, and here is a pleasant shade such as shepherds
    love." Mercury sat down, talked, and told stories until it grew
    late, and played upon his pipes his most soothing strains, hoping
    to lull the watchful eyes to sleep, but all in vain; for Argus
    still contrived to keep some of his eyes open, though he shut the
    rest. Among other stories, Mercury told him how the instrument on which
    he played was invented. "There was a certain nymph, whose name
    was Syrinx, who was much beloved by the satyrs and spirits of the
    wood; but she would have none of them, but was a faithful
    worshipper of Diana, and followed the chase. You would have
    thought it was Diana herself, had you seen her in her hunting
    dress, only that her bow was of horn and Diana's of silver. One
    day, as she was returning from the chase, Pan met her, told her
    just this, and added more of the same sort. She ran away,
    without stopping to hear his compliments, and he pursued till she
    came to the bank of the river, where he overtook her, and she had
    only time to call for help on her friends, the water nymphs. They
    heard and consented. Pan threw his arms around what he supposed
    to be the form of the nymph, and found he embraced only a tuft of
    reeds! As he breathed a sigh, the air sounded through the reeds,
    and produced a plaintive melody. The god, charmed with the
    novelty and with the sweetness of the music, said 'Thus, then, at
    least, you shall be mine.' And he took some of the reeds, and
    placing them together, of unequal lengths, side by side, made an
    instrument which he called Syrinx, in honor of the nymph."
    Before Mercury had finished his story, he saw Argus's eyes all

    asleep. As his head nodded forward on his breast, Mercury with
    one stroke cut his neck through, and tumbled his head down the
    rocks. O hapless Argus! The light of your hundred eyes is
    quenched at once! Juno took them and put them as ornaments on
    the tail of her peacock, where they remain to this day. But the vengeance of Juno was not yet satiated. She sent a
    gadfly to torment Io, who fled over the whole world from its
    pursuit. She swam through the Ionian Sea, which derived its name
    from her, then roamed over the plains of Illyria, ascended
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