There is something strangely ghastly in the idea of the Voice
calling separately to each dead limb to come to it. The Culloo is an
emblem of the cloud, and Lox let fall from one probably signified fire,
or the lightning.] Whereupon a Voice came from the bone, crying,
"_Nuloogoon, ba ho_!" "Ho, my leg, come hither!" and a leg came
unto the spine. Then the Voice cried," _N'petunagum, ba ho_!" "Ho, my
arm, come hither!" And when the last fragment had come he arose, the
same indomitable Lox as ever, even the Indian Devil, or Wolverine, who
never says Die, and whom nothing can kill, and who is hard to put away.
Now the two brothers went on till they came to the top of a high
mountain, where there lay a very great round rock, or a mighty boulder.
And being full of fun, they turned it over with great sticks, saying to
it, "Now let us run a race!" Then it rolled downhill till it stopped at
the foot, they rushing along by it all the time. And when it rested
they jeered it, and bade it race with them again, when it so listed.
And truly they had not long to wait, for soon after, as they sat
cooking their food, they heard a mighty commotion as of something
coming with dreadful speed through the forest. And lo! it was the stone
in dire wrath, which, having rested a little while, came rushing
through the forest, crashing the mighty trees like grass, with a roar
like thunder, leaving a smooth road behind it in the roughest
wilderness.
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