old.  The two sons of Madri, filled with wrath, fiercely ground with their shafts the Gandhara prince Sakuni who had offended against them greatly.  The carnage, O monarch, that set in was awful.  Originated by thee, nurtured by Karna, and kept up by thy sons, the fire of wrath (of the Pandavas) hath swollen now, O monarch, and is ready to consume the whole earth.  Forced to turn his back on the field by the two sons of Pandu with their shafts, Sakuni unable to put forth his valour, knew not what to do.  Beholding him turn back, those mighty car-warriors, viz., the two sons of Pandu, once more showered their arrows on him like two masses of clouds pouring torrents of rain on a mighty hill.  Struck with countless straight shafts, the son of Suvala fled towards the division of Drona, borne by his swift steeds.  The brave Ghatotkacha rushed towards the Rakshasa Alamvusha in that battle, with impetuosity much short of what he was capable.  The battle between those two became fearful to behold, like that which in days of yore had taken place between Rama and Ravana.  King Yudhishthira, having in that battle pierced the ruler of the Madras with five hundred arrows, once more pierced him with seven.  Then commenced that battle between them which was exceedingly wonderful, O monarch, which resembled that, in days of yore, between the Asura Samvara and the chief of the celestials.  The sons Vivinsati and Chitrasena and Vikarna, surrounded by a large force, battled with Bhimasena.’”

SECTION XCVI

“Sanjaya said, ’When that fierce battle, causing the hair to stand on end, commenced, the Pandavas rushed against the Kauravas who had been divided into three bodies.  Bhimasena rushed against the mighty-armed Jalasandha, and Yudhishthira, at the head of his troops rushed, in that battle, against Kritavarman.  And Dhrishtadyumna, O king, scattering the shafts, like the sun shooting his rays, rushed against Drona.  Then commenced that battle between all the bowmen, eager for the encounter, of the Kurus and the Pandavas, excited with wrath.  And during the progress of that terrible carnage, when all the warriors were battling with one another fearlessly the mighty Drona fought with the mighty prince of the Panchalas.  And the clouds of arrows he shot in that encounter filled all spectators with wonder.  And Drona and the prince of the Panchalas, cutting off the heads of men by thousands, scattered them on the field of battle, making the latter resemble a forest of lotuses.  In every division, were soon strewn on the ground robes and ornaments and weapons, and standards and coats of mail.  And golden coats of mail, dyed with blood, looked like clouds charged with lightning.  Other mighty car-warriors, drawing their large bows measuring full six cubits long, felled with their shafts, elephants and steeds and men.  In that dreadful encounter of arms between brave and high-souled warriors, swords and shields, bows and heads and coats