thy son himself with a barbed shaft.  Casting off that broken bow, Yuyutsu, with eyes red in wrath, took up another formidable bow endued with greater impetus.  The prince then, O bull of Bharata’s race, pierced Uluka with sixty arrows.  Piercing next the driver of Uluka, Yuyutsu struck Uluka once more.  Then Uluka, filled with rage pierced Yuyutsu with twenty shafts adorned with gold, and then cut off his standard made of gold.  That lofty and gorgeous standard made of gold, O king, thus cut off (by Uluka), fell down in front of Yuyutsu’s car.  Beholding his standard cut off, Yuyutsu, deprived of his senses by wrath, struck Uluka with five shafts in the centre of the chest.  Then Uluka, O sire, in that battle, cut off, with a broad-headed arrow steeped in oil, the head of his antagonist’s driver, O best of the Bharatas.  Slaying next his four steeds he struck Yuyutsu himself with five arrows.  Deeply struck by the strong Uluka, Yuyutsu proceeded to another car.  Having vanquished him in battle, O king, Uluka proceeded quickly towards the Pancalas and the Srinjayas and began to slaughter them with sharp shafts.  Thy son Srutakarman, O monarch, within half the time taken up by a wink of the eye, fearlessly made Satanika steedless and driverless and carless.  The mighty car-warrior Satanika, however, staying on his steedless car, O sire, hurled a mace, filled with rage, at thy son.  That mace, reducing thy son’s car with its steeds and driver into fragments, fell down upon the Earth with great speed, and pierced it through.  Then those two heroes, both enhancers of the glory of the Kurus, deprived of their cars, retreated from the encounter, glaring at each other.  Then thy son, overcome with fear, mounted upon the car of Vivingsu, while Satanika quickly got upon the car of Prativindhya.  Shakuni, filled with rage, pierced Sutasoma with many keen shafts, but failed to make the latter tremble like a torrent of water failing to produce any impression upon a mountain.  Beholding that great enemy of his father, Sutasoma covered Shakuni, O Bharata, with many thousands of arrows.  Shakuni, however, that warrior of sure aim and conversant with all methods of warfare, actuated by desire of battle, quickly cut off all those shafts with his own winged arrows.  Having checked those shafts with his own keen arrows in battle, Shakuni, filled with rage, struck Sutasoma with three arrows.  Thy brother-in-law then, O monarch, with his arrows cut off into minute fragments the steeds, the standard, and the driver of his adversary, at which all the spectators uttered a loud shout.  Deprived of his steed and car, and having his standard cut off, O sire, the great bowman (Sutasoma), jumping down from his car, stood on the Earth, having taken up a good bow.  And he shot a large number of arrows equipped with golden wings and whetted on stone, and shrouded therewith the car of thy brother-in law in that battle.  The son of Subala, however, beholding those showers of arrows that resembled a flight of