away with the man, and at last it lighted on another stone to rest.
"Do you see anything?" it said.
"I'm not sure," said the man; "I fancy I see something coming far far away."
"We'd better get on then," said the Eagle; and after a while it said again—
"Do you see anything?"
"Yes," said the man; "now he's close at our heels."
"Now you must let fall the chips of wood which you took from under the gray stone at the stable door," said the Eagle.
Yes, the man let them fall, and they grew at once up into tall thick wood, so that Farmer Weathersky had to go back home to fetch an axe to hew his way through. While he did this, the Eagle flew ever so far, but when it got tired, it lighted on a fir to rest.
"Do you see anything?" it said.
"Well, I'm not sure," said the man; "but I fancy I catch a glimpse of something far away."
"We'd best be off then," said the Eagle; and off it flew as fast as it could. After a while it said,—
Do you see anything now?"
"Yes; now he's close behind us," said the man.
"Now, you must drop the big stone you lifted up at the stable door," said the Eagle.
The man did so, and as it fell, it became a great high mountain, which Farmer Weathersky had to break his way through. When he had got half through the mountain, he tripped and broke one of his legs, and so he had to limp home again and patch it up.
But while he was doing this, the Eagle flew away to the
