Then Kasyapa spoke of a mountain without human beings with caves and dales always covered with snow and incapable of approach by ordinary creatures even in thought.  And the great bird bearing that branch, that elephant, and that tortoise, proceeded with great speed towards that mountain.  The great arm of the tree with which that bird of huge body flew away could not be girt round with a cord made of a hundred (cow) hides.  Garuda, the lord of birds, then flew away for hundreds of thousand of yojanas within—­the shortest time.  And going according to the directions of his father to that mountain almost in a moment, that ranger of the skies let fall the gigantic bough.  And it fell with a great noise.  And that Prince of mountains shook, struck with the storm raised by Garuda’s wings.  And the trees thereon dropped showers of flowers.  And the peaks decked with gems and gold adorning that great mountain itself, were loosened and tell down on all sides.  And the falling bough struck down numerous trees which, with golden flowers amid dark foliage, shone there like clouds charged with lightning.  And those trees, bright as gold, falling down upon the ground and, dyed with mountain metals, shone as if they were bathed in the rays of the sun.

“Then that best of birds, Garuda, perching on the summit of that mountain, ate both the elephant and the tortoise, rose on his wings with great speed from the top of the mountain.

“And various omens began to appear among the gods foreboding fear.  Indra’s favourite thunderbolt blazed up in a fright.  Meteors with flames and smoke, loosened from the welkin, shot down during the day.  And the weapons of the Vasus, the Rudras, the Adityas, the Sabhyas, the Maruts, and other gods, began to spend their force against one another.  Such a thing had never happened even during the war between the gods and the Asuras.  And the winds blew accompanied with thunder, and meteors fell by thousands.  And the sky, though cloudless, roared tremendously.  And even he who was the god of gods shed showers of blood.  And the flowery garlands on the necks of the gods faded and their prowess suffered diminution.  And terrible masses of clouds dropped thick showers of blood.  And the dust raised by the winds darkened the splendour of the very coronets of the gods.  And He of a thousand sacrifices (Indra), with the other gods, perplexed with fear at the sight of those dark forebodings spoke unto Vrihaspati thus, ’Why, O worshipful one, have these natural disturbances suddenly arisen?  No foe do I behold who would oppress us in war.’  Vrihaspati answered, ’O chief of the gods, O thou of a thousand sacrifices, it is from thy fault and carelessness, and owing also to the ascetic penance of the high-souled great Rishis, the Valakhilyas, that the son of Kasyapa and Vinata, a ranger of the skies endued with great strength and possessing the capacity of assuming at will any form, is approaching to take away the Soma.  And that bird, foremost among all endued with great strength, is able to rob you of the Soma.  Everything is possible with him; the unachievable he can achieve.’