saluting the grandsire stood with joined hands, and said,—­What shall I do?—­Beholding then that son of Pandu, O monarch, thus standing before him after having offered him respectful salutations, Bhishma of righteous soul cheerfully addressed Dhananjaya, saying,—­Covered all over with thy shafts, my body is burning greatly!  All the vital parts of my body are in agony.  My mouth is dry.  Staying as I am with body afflicted with agony, give me water, O Arjuna!  Thou art a great bowman!  Thou art capable of giving me water duly!—­The valiant Arjuna then saying,—­So be it,—­mounted on his car, and striking his Gandiva with force, began to stretch it.  Hearing the twang of his bow and the slap of his palms which resembled the roar of the thunder, the troops and the kings were all inspired with fear.  Then that foremost of car-warriors, mounted on his car, circumambulated that prostrate chief of the Bharatas, that foremost of all wielders of weapons.  Aiming then a blazing arrow, after having inspired it with Mantras and identified it with the Parjanya weapon, in the very sight of the entire army, the son of Pandu, viz., Partha, pierced the Earth a little to the south of where Bhishma lay.  Then there arose a jet of water that was pure, and auspicious, and cool, and that resembling the nectar itself, was of celestial scent and taste.  And with that cool jet of water Partha gratified Bhishma, that bull among the Kurus, of godlike deeds and prowess.  And at that feat of Partha who resembled Sakra himself in his acts, all those rulers of Earth were filled with great wonder.  And beholding that feat of Vibhatsu implying superhuman prowess, the Kurus trembled like kine afflicted with cold.  And from wonder all the kings there present waved their garments (in the air).  And loud was the blare of conchs and the beat of drums that were then heard all over the field.  And Santanu’s son, his thirst quenched, then addressed Jishnu, O monarch, and said, applauding him highly in the presence of all those kings, these words, viz.,—­O thou of mighty arms, this is not wonderful in thee, O son of Kuru’s race!  O thou of immeasurable effulgence, even Narada spoke of thee as an ancient Rishi!  Indeed, with Vasudeva as thy ally, thou wilt achieve many mighty feats which the chief of the celestials himself with all the gods, of a certainty, will not venture to achieve!  They that have knowledge of such things know thee to be the destroyer of the whole Kshatriya race!  Thou art the one bowman among the bowmen of the world!  Thou art the foremost among men.  As human beings are, in this world, foremost of all creatures, as Garuda is the foremost of all winged creatures; as the Ocean is the foremost among all receptacles of water and the cow among all quadrupeds; as the Sun is the foremost amongst all luminous bodies and Himavat among all mountains; as the Brahmana is the foremost among all castes, art thou the foremost of all bowmen!  Dhritarashtra’s son (Duryodhana) listened not to the words repeatedly