Now more and more witches chased through the air to their Brocken-mountain on brooms, on howling wolves, bucks, and
cats. In their hands they held jugs from which they poured rain and dew onto the woods of the heights, but also storm and hail onto the streams of the depths.

But whenever they paused with their jugs in the clouds, or missed to empty them in due time, their brothers came rushing along and smashed the vessels with lightning and thunder.