Styx—river of Hell! Why, there is magic in the very name. What memories of our childhood it conjures up! Charon, the grim ferryman, his fearful eyes aglare. Shades of men and heroes thronging the phantom shores. Ghosts and monsters, and yet more ghosts. Aye, and older legends too. Silver-footed Thetis dipping her babe, and the gods themselves swearing dread oaths on its waters. But how many of you, I wonder, when you read those stories at school, realized that the Styx actually existed? Well, it does; and I decided that if ever I had the good fortune to go to Greece, I would endeavour to visit it.