After we had sailed
as much as thirty-four miles we touched at a small
uninhabited island, where we took in water-for
ours had already given out-and shot two wild
bulls, and set sail again. These bulls did not
have their horns on their foreheads but beneath
their eyes, as Momos thought they ought to be.
Shortly after we entered a sea, not of water, but
of milk, and we sighted a white island in it covered with vines. This island was an enormous
cheese, very compact, as we learned later by eating of it. It was three miles in circumference.
The vines were full of grapes; but it was milk, not
wine, that we squeezed from them and drank.


 



There was a temple in the middle of the island
erected to Galatea the Nereid, as we learned from
the inscription. As long as we stayed there
the earth supplied us with food, both substantial and light, and for drink we had the milk
from the grapes. Tyro, daughter of Salmoneus, was said to be queen of these parts, having been thus honored by Poseidon after her
death.