1 Then I cut off the top boughs of the olive tree and left the stump standing.
2 He cut down twenty trees in all and adzed them smooth, squaring them by rule in good workmanlike fashion.
3 When Ulysses saw him so worn, so old and full of sorrow, he stood still under a tall pear tree and began to weep.
4 There is not a single plant, not a fig tree, vine, olive, pear, nor flower bed, but bears the trace of your attention.
5 Furthermore I will point out to you the trees in the vineyard which you gave me, and I asked you all about them as I followed you round the garden.
6 At the head of this harbour there is a large olive tree, and at no great distance a fine overarching cavern sacred to the nymphs who are called Naiads.
7 It was a station for a great many sheep and goats, and outside there was a large yard, with a high wall round it made of stones built into the ground and of trees both pine and oak.
8 But the king said Ulysses had gone to Dodona that he might learn Jove's mind from the god's high oak tree, and know whether after so long an absence he should return to Ithaca openly, or in secret.
9 Then, as children rejoice when their dear father begins to get better after having for a long time borne sore affliction sent him by some angry spirit, but the gods deliver him from evil, so was Ulysses thankful when he again saw land and trees, and swam on with all his strength that he might once more set foot upon dry ground.