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WOODMYTH & FABLE 



and rejoiced in his moment — '^^-z-z-z- 

 z-z-z. 



And louder — till Anee-mee-ki was 

 awaked; not the Master, but he of the 

 Wings and the Thunder. 



"What stifles the Chaska-land? What 

 murders the Middle-folk? The big bronze 

 Over-bowl, — the lid of the Evil One, — 

 killing the air, killing the rain." 



And he flew down on it like a Night- 

 hawk, stooping and booming — flew so it 

 rumbled beneath him. 



But it moved not. 



Then he struck with his mountain- 

 splitter, so it rumbled and rang; and again, 

 so it split. 



And the Evil One rushed hot-breathed 

 to attack him. 



Bang! thunder! he smote on the Death- 

 bowl — so it crashed, but the red arrows 

 flamed and rebounded. 



