Thereupon he gathered the clouds, and troubled the waters of the
deep, holding his trident in his hand. And he raised a storm of
all the winds that blow, and covered the land and the sea with
clouds.

Sore troubled was Ulysses, and said to himself: "It was truth that
Calypso spake when she said that I should suffer many troubles
returning to my home. Would that I had died that day when many a
spear was cast by the men of Troy over the dead Achilles. Then
would the Greeks have buried me; but now shall I perish
miserably."

And as he spake a great wave struck the raft and tossed him far
away, so that he dropped the rudder from his hand. Nor for a long
time could he rise, so deep was he sunk, and so heavy was the
goodly clothing which Calypso had given him. Yet at the last he
rose, and spat the salt water out of his mouth, and sprang at the
raft, and caught it, and sat thereon, and was borne hither and
thither by the waves. But Ino [Footnote: I'-no.] saw him and
pitied him--a woman she had been, and was now a goddess of the
sea,--and rose from the deep like to a sea-gull upon the wing, and
sat upon the raft, and spake, saying:--

"Luckless mortal, why doth Poseidon hate thee so? He shall not
slay thee, though he fain would do it. Put off these garments, and
swim to the land of Phaeacia, putting this veil under thy breast.
And when thou art come to the land, loose it from thee, and cast
it into the sea."