Hercules, once journeying along a narrow roadway, came across a

　　strange-looking animal that reared its head and threatened him.

　　Nothing daunted1, the hero gave him a few lusty blows with his club,

　　and thought to have gone on his way. The monster, however, much to the

　　astonishment of Hercules, was now three times as big as it was before,

　　and of a still more threatening aspect. He thereupon redoubled his

　　blows and laid about him fast and furiously; but the harder and

　　quicker the strokes of the club, the bigger and more frightful2 grew

　　the monster, and now completely filled up the road. Pallas then

　　appeared upon the scene. "Stop, Hercules," said she. "Cease your

　　blows. The monster's name is Strife3. Let it alone, and it will soon

　　become as little as it was at first."

　　"Strife feeds on conflict."