Odysseus went up from the harbor
Along a rough path until he reached a high,
Wooded area where Athena had told him
He would find the noble swineherd. This man
|Cared for his master's property||5|
He found him sitting in front of his house,
Which had a high-fenced yard with a view all around.
It was a fine, spacious yard, built by the herdsman
|For his absent master's swine. Neither Penelope||10|
He had built it with huge stones coped with thorns
And wedged on the outside with close-set stakes
Of split, black heart-oak. Inside the yard
|He had made twelve sties, one next to the other,||15|
Fifty wallowing swine—breeding females.
The boars slept outside, and were far scarcer,
Their numbers depleted by the godlike suitors
|Who feasted on them. The swineherd was always||20|
There were three hundred and sixty in all.
The dogs slept, four of them, wild as beasts,
Reared by the swineherd, who was a man
|Who could have commanded a platoon in war.||25|