His huge frame spanned the sky like an enormous comet. The air roared as he sped
fast. Beneath him his shadow travelled like a ship on the sea. It looked as though a huge
mountain with wings was flying in the sky. Hidden at times by clouds and again emerging
from them, he shone like the moon sailing across the sky. The Gandharvas showered flowers.
The Devarishis blessed him.
With courage equal to every occasion, with
foresight, skill and resolution, Hanumaan met and survived the trials on the way. Shooting
up suddenly from the sea, a mighty mountain rose and stood, in his way. Hanumaan struck it
with his chest and the Mynaaka mountain yielded, like a cloud struck by the wind.
The mountain said: "My son, I am mount
Mynaaka. 'Me king Ocean bade rite help Sri Raama, the descendant of the Sagara race. The
Ocean is an old friend of that race. In honour of 'that ancient, association, stay here on
me for a while. You will fulfil Raama! Purpose all the better for this rest.