His Writings 



95 



During the clamour the sky got black, and the 

 thunder was heard, and the lightning bird swiftly 

 appeared and in wrath cried : " Who keeps up 

 this row? Who is proud? I strike down the 

 proud. I am your king." From that time the 

 lightning bird with its huge wings strikes down 

 the proud, and every jutting piece of rock, and 

 everything that lifts itself up ! 



