a swoon, Bhagadatta of great prowess uttered a loud roar.  Then, O king, that terrible Rakshasa Ghatotkacha, beholding Bhima in that state, became excited with rage and there and then disappeared from the view.  And creating a terrible illusion enhancing the fears of the timid, he reappeared in a moment assuming a fierce form.  Himself riding on an Airavata created by his powers of illusion, the other Dik-elephants, viz., Anjana, Vamana, and Mahapadma of blazing glory, followed him.  And those three mighty elephants, ridden by Rakshasas, were of huge form, with juice profusely trickling down in three lines, and endued with great speed and prowess.  Then Ghatotkacha urged his own elephant to battle, desirous, O chastiser of foes, of slaying Bhagadatta with his elephant.  And those other elephants, excited with fury and each endued with four tusks, urged by Rakshasas of great strength, fell from all sides upon Bhagadatta’s elephant and afflicted him with their tusks.  And the elephant of Bhagadatta, thus afflicted by those elephants, (already) struck with arrows and feeling great pain, uttered loud cries that resembled the thunder of Indra.  And hearing those terrible and loud cries of that roaring elephant, Bhishma, addressing Drona, Suyodhana and all the kings, said, ’The mighty bowman Bhagadatta is battling with the wicked-souled son of Hidimva, and hath fallen into great distress.  That Rakshasa is of huge form, and the king also is very wrathful.  Engaged in battle, they would certainly prove each other’s death.  Loud shouts were also heard of the rejoicing Pandavas, and the cries of agony of (king Bhagadatta’s) terrified elephant.  Blessed be ye, let us all go there for rescuing the king, for, if left unprotected, in battle, he will soon give up his life.  Ye warriors of great energy, do, as I bid, even now.  Ye sinless ones, make no delay.  The combat deepens and becometh fierce, making the hair to stand on end.  That commander of a division is high-born, endued with great bravery, and devoted to us.  Ye warriors of unfading glory, it is meet that his rescue should be effected by us.’  Hearing these words of Bhishma, all the kings (of the Kuru army), headed by Bharadwaja’s son, desirous of rescuing Bhagadatta, proceeded with great speed to where the ruler of the Pragjyotishas was.  And beholding the enemy advancing, the Panchalas with the Pandavas, headed by Yudhishthira, pursued them behind.  Then that prince of Rakshasas, endued with great prowess, beholding that division (of the enemy) advance, uttered a fierce roar, deep as that of thunder.  Hearing that roar of his and beholding those battling elephants, Santanu’s son Bhishma once again addressed Bharadwaja’s son and said, ’I do not like to fight (to-day) with the wicked-souled son of Hidimva.  Endued with great might and energy, he is at present well-supported.  He is incapable of being vanquished now by the wielder of the thunder-bolt himself.  Of sureness of aim, he is a great smiter.  As regards ourselves, our