They used to go into caves to catch hyenas alive, and amuse themselves by making them run in the evening on the sands of Megara between the stelae of the tombs.

Their huts, which were made of mud and wrack, hung on the cliff like swallows' nests.

There they lived, without government and without gods, pell-mell, completely naked, at once feeble and fierce, and execrated by the people of all time on account of their unclean food.

One morning the sentries perceived that they were all gone.
At last some members of the Great Council arrived at a decision.

They came to the camp without necklaces or girdles, and in open sandals like neighbours.