ganders. And crooked and tortuous in the movement
of her body, at places; and at others stumbling at
it were; and covered with foam as with a robe:
she went forward like a woman drunk. And elsewhere,
by virtue of the roar of her waters, she uttered loud
sounds. Thus assuming very many different aspects,
when she fell from the sky, and reached the surface
of the earth, she said to Bhagiratha, ’O great
king! show me the path that I shall have to take.
O lord of the earth! for thy sake have I descended
to the earth.’ Having heard these words,
king Bhagiratha directed his course towards the spot
where lay those bodies of mighty Sagara’s sons,
in order that, O most praiseworthy of men, the holy
water might flood (the same). Having achieved
the task of sustaining Ganga, Siva, saluted by men,
went to Kailasa the most praiseworthy of mountains,
accompanied by the celestials. And the protector
of men (Bhagiratha) accompanied by Ganga reached the
sea; and the sea, the abode of Varuna, was quickly
filled. And the king adopted Ganga as a daughter
of himself, and at that spot offered libations of
water to the names of his forefathers; thus was his
heart’s wish fulfilled. Thus asked by thee,
I have narrated the whole story how Ganga running
in three streams, was brought down to the earth for
filling the sea; how the mighty saint had drunk up
the sea for a particular reason, and how, O lord!
Vatapi, the slayer of Brahmanas, was destroyed by
Vaisampayana said, “O chief of the Bharata race!
then the son of Kunti went at a slow pace to the two
rivers Nanda and Aparananda, which had the virtue
of destroying the dread of sin. And the protector
of men having reached the healthy hill Hemakuta, beheld
there very many strange and inconceivable sights.
There the very utterance of words caused the gathering
of clouds, and a thousand volleys of stones. And
people at its sight, were struck sad, and were unable
to ascend the hill. There the winds blew for
aye, and the heavens always poured down rains; and
likewise the sounds of the recitation of the sacred
writ were heard, yet nobody was seen. In the
evening and in the morning would be seen the blessed
fire that carries offerings to the gods and there flies
would bite and interrupt the practice of austerities.
And there a sadness would overtake the soul, and people
would become sick. The son of Pandu, having observed
very many strange circumstances of this character again
addressed his questions to Lomasa with reference to
these wonderful things.
“Lomasa said, ’O slayer of foes!
O king! I am going to tell thee as we heard it
before; do thou attend to the same with intent mind.
In this peak of Rishava, there was once a saint known
by that name. And his life had lasted for many
hundred years. And he was devoted to penances
and was greatly wrathful. And he, forsooth, for
having been spoken to by others, from wrath addressed