’Ineverheardthenamebefore；butiftheydoexistIshallfindthemout。Iammasterofallthebirdsintheworld，andhaveonlytoblowmywhistleandeveryonewillcometome。Ishallthenaskeachofthemtotellwhereitcamefrom，andifthereisanywayoffindingouttheBlueMountainsthatisit。’
Soheblewhiswhistle，andwhenheblewitthenallthebirdsoftheworldbegantogather。Theoldmanquestionedeachofthemastowheretheyhadcomefrom，buttherewasnotoneofthemthathadcomefromtheBlueMountains。Afterhehadrunoverthemall，however，hemissedabigEaglethatwaswanting，andwonderedthatithadnotcome。Soonafterwardshesawsomethingbigcomingtowardshim，darkeningthesky。Itkeptcomingnearerandgrowingbigger，andwhatwasthisafterallbuttheEagle？
Whenshearrivedtheoldmanscoldedher，andaskedwhathadkepthersolongbehind。
’Icouldn’thelpit，’shesaid；’Ihadmorethantwentytimesfurthertocomethananybirdthathascomehereto-day。’
’Wherehaveyoucomefrom，then？’saidtheoldman。