“Nonsense, children, it is a dead body, which I have dropped many times among the twigs on the way,” said the father.
But the man rose up, and killed the Mountain Spirit and its children, and fled away as fast as he could. The Mountain Spirit’s wife saw him, and mistook him for her husband.
“Where are you going?” she cried.
The man did not answer, but fled on. And the woman, thinking something must be wrong, ran after him.
And as he was running over level ground, he cried:
“Rise up, hills!”
And at once many hills rose up.
Then the Mountain Spirit’s wife lagged behind, having to climb up so many hills.
The man saw a little stream, and sprang across.
“Flow over your banks!” he cried to the stream. And now it was impossible for her to get across.