One hot spring flows out, and from the water fumes arise as though from fire burning; but the other 180 even in summer gushes chill as hail or snow or crystal ice frozen on water. Near these fountains are wide washing pools of smooth-laid stone, where Trojan wives and daughters laundered their smooth linen in the days of peace before the Akhaians came.
I love it that Homer, in the middle of a chase scene, describes what the spring is used for in peace times.
