’Sanjaya said,—­“Slain in the evening the Kuru grandsire Bhishma saddened the Dhartarashtras and delighted the Panchalas.  Falling down on the earth, he lay on his bed of arrows without however, touching the earth with his body.  Indeed, when Bhishma, thrown down from his car fell upon the surface of the earth, cries of Oh and Alas were heard among all creatures.  When that boundary-tree of the Kurus, viz., the ever victorious Bhishma, fell down, fear entered the hearts, O king, of the Kshatriyas of both the armies.  Beholding Bhishma, the son of Santanu, with his standard overthrown and his armour cut open, both the Kurus and the Pandavas were inspired, O monarch, with sentiments of cheerlessness.  And the welkin was enveloped with a gloom and the Sun himself became dim.  The Earth seemed to utter loud shrieks when the son of Santanu was slain.  This one is the foremost of those conversant with the Vedas!  This one is the best of those that are conversant with the Vedas!—­Even thus did creatures speak of that bull among men as he lay (on his bed of arrows).This one, formerly, ascertaining his sire Santanu to be afflicted by Kama, this bull among men, resolved to draw up his vital steed!—­Even thus did the Rishis together with the Siddhas and the Charanas said of that foremost one of the Bharatas as he lay on his bed of arrows.  When Santanu’s son Bhishma, the grandsire of the Bharatas, was slain, thy sons, O sire, knew not what to do.  Their faces wore an expression of grief.  The splendour of their countenances seemed to abandon them, O Bharata!  All of them stood in shame, hanging down their heads.  The Pandavas, on the other hand, having, won the victory, stood at the head of their ranks.  And they all blew their large conchs decked with gold.  And when in consequence of their joys thousands of trumpets, O sinless one, were blown there, we beheld O monarch, the mighty Bhimasena, the son of Kunti, sporting in great glee, having quickly slain many hostile warriors endued with great strength.  And a great swoon overtook all the Kurus.  And Karna and Duryodhana repeatedly drew long breaths.  When the Kuru grandsire Bhishma fell down, thus, cries of sorrow were heard all round, and the greatest confusion prevailed (among the Kuru army).  Beholding Bhishma fallen, thy son Dussasana, with great speed, entered the division commanded by Drona.  That hero, clad in mail and at the head of his own troops, had been placed by his elder brother (for the protection of Bhishma).  That tiger among men now came, plunging the troops he had commanded into grief.  Beholding him coming towards them, the Kauravas surrounded prince Dussasana, desirous, O monarch, of hearing what he had to say.  Then Dussasana of Kuru’s race informed Drona of Bhishma’s slaughter.  Drona then, hearing those evil tidings, suddenly fell down from his car.  Then the valiant son of Bharadwaja, quickly recovering his senses, forbade the Kuru army, sire, to continue the fight.  Beholding the Kurus desist from battle,