Vaishampayana said: "From Bhima's headlong running, stirred up by the surge of his thighs, a wind arose, O king, as at the coming of the bright summer months. He, crushing the flowering and fruit-bearing trees, breaking the shrubs and undergrowth close by his path, went thus, breaking trees, boundlessly mighty; and from his speed the Pandavas fell into something like a swoon. More than once crossing rivers with far banks, holding to his arms as to a raft, they went along the path in hiding, out of fear of the son of Dhritarashtra; and their delicate, glorious mother he bore tenderly on his back over the rough riverbanks."