Pegasus, the Winged Horse By Nathaniel Hawthorne Listen to the story PEGASUS, THE WINGED HORSE Once, in the old, old times, a fountain gushed out of a hillside in the marvelous land of Greece. And, for aught I know, after so many thousand years, it is still gushing out of the very same spot. At any rate, there was the pleasant fountain, welling freshly forth and sparkling down the hillside in the golden sunset, when a handsome young man named “Bellerophon” drew near its margin. In his hand, he held a bridle studded with brilliant gems and adorned with a golden bit. Seeing an old man, another of middle age, and a little boy near the fountain, and likewise, a maiden, who was dipping up…