So the man pulled out another feather.
"OOF!" he growled again.
But when he pulled out the third, Farmer Weathersky roared so, the man thought roof and wall would have flown asunder, but for all that the snorer slept on.
After that the Eagle told him what he was to do. He went to the yard, and there at the stable-door he stumbled against a big gray stone, and that he lifted up; underneath it lay three chips of wood, and those he picked up too; then he knocked at the stable-door, and it opened of itself. Then he threw down the three crumbs of bread, and a hare came and ate them up; that hare he caught and kept. After that the Eagle bade him pull three feathers out of his tail, and put the hare, the stone, the chips, and himself there instead, and then he would fly away home with them all.
So when the Eagle had flown a long way, he lighted on a rock to rest.
"Do you see anything?" it asked.
"Yes," said the man; "I see a flock of crows coming flying after us."
"We'd better be off again, then," said the Eagle, who flew away. After a while it asked again,—
"Do you see anything now?"
"Yes," said the man; "now the crows are close behind us."
"Drop now the three feathers you pulled out of his head," said the Eagle.
Well, the man dropped the feathers, and as soon as ever he dropped them they became a flock of ravens which drove the crows home again. Then the Eagle flew on far
