They could therefore only remaining on the field of battle look on like spectators in a place of amusement, cheering me on by shouts loud as the roar of the lion, and also by the sound of their clapping.  And the tinted arrows shot by the fore-part of hand penetrated into the bodies of the Danavas like biting insects.  And then arose cries in the car of precious metals from those that were dying of wounds by those sharp arrows and falling into the waters of the mighty ocean.  And the Danavas deprived of their arms, necks, and wearing the form of Kavandhas,—­fell, sending up tremendous roars.  And as they fell they were devoured by animals living in the waters of the ocean.  And then I powerfully blew the Panchajanya obtained from the waters and graceful as the lotus-stalk and white as milk or the Kunda flower or the moon or silver.  And seeing his soldiers fall, Salwa the possessor of the car of precious metals, began to fight with the help of illusion.  And then he began to ceaselessly hurl at me maces, and ploughshares, and winged darts and lances, and javelins, and battle-axes, and swords and arrows blazing like javelins and thunderbolts, and nooses, and broad swords, and bullets from barrels, and shafts, and axes, and rockets.  And permitting them to come towards me, I soon destroyed them all by counter-illusion.  And on this illusion being rendered ineffectual, he began the contest with mountain peaks.  And, O Bharata, then there was darkness and light alternately, and the day was now fair, and now gloomy, and now hot, and now cold.  And there was a perfect shower of coals, and ashes, and weapons.  And creating such illusion the enemy fought with me.  And ascertaining it I destroyed his illusion by counter-illusion.  And in the due time I showered arrows all round.  And then, O mighty king, the dome of heaven blazed as with a hundred suns, and, O son of Kunti with one hundred moons, and thousands and ten thousands of stars!  And then none could ascertain whether it was day or night, or distinguish the points of the horizon.  And, becoming bewildered, I fixed on my bowstring the weapon called Pragnastra.  And, O son of Kunti, the weapon went like unto flakes of pure cotton blown away by the winds!  And a great fight took place, calculated to make the down on one’s body stand on end.  And O best of monarchs, having regained, light, I again fought with the enemy!’”

SECTION XXI

“Vasudeva said, ’O thou tiger among men, my great enemy king Salwa, thus encountered by me in battle, again ascended the sky.  And O mighty monarch, inspired with the desire of victory, that wicked one hurled at me Sataghnis, and mighty maces, and flaming lances, and stout clubs, and as the weapons came along the sky, I speedily resisted them with my swift arrows, and cut them in two or three pieces before they came at me.  And there was a great noise in the welkins.  And Salwa covered Daruka, and my steeds, and my car also with hundreds of straight