“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 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.