Pan was the god of flocks and shepherds. […] One day, as she was returning from the chase, Pan met her, told her just this, and added more of the same sort. […] Pan threw his arms around what he supposed to be the form of the nymph, and found he embraced only a tuft of reeds! […] Hence sudden fright without any visible cause was ascribed to Pan, and called a Panic terror. […]                             Pan, Pan is dead.”