81But look, a sudden portent, wonderful to the eyes; 82through the wood, white, of one colour with her white litter, a sow lay stretched and is seen on the green shore. 84Her dutiful Aeneas sacrifices to you, yes to you, greatest Juno, bearing the sacred offerings, and sets her with her brood at the altar. 86All that night long the Tiber calmed his swelling stream, and, flowing back with silent wave, so stood still that he levelled the surface of his waters like a gentle pond or a placid marsh, so that there might be no struggle for the oar. 90So they speed the journey they have begun with cheerful murmurs; 91the pitch-smeared fir glides over the waters; 91the waves wonder, and the wood, unused to it, wonders at the shields of men gleaming far off and the painted hulls floating on the river.
94They wear out night and day with rowing, and pass the long bends, and are shaded by various trees, and cut through the green woods on the calm surface. 97The fiery sun had climbed to the middle of the sky's circle when they see in the distance walls and a citadel and the scattered roofs of houses, which now Roman power has raised to the sky, but then Evander held, a poor estate: quickly they turn their prows and draw near the city.