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Srimad Bhagvata Mahapurana: Book 10: Chapter 7: Verses 13-28
Taking up the Boy and sprinkling Him with water Consecrated through (the recitation of) sacred texts from the Samaveda and Yajurveda and hallowed with sanctifying herbs, (nay,) causing benedictions to be pronounced by the foremost of Brahmanas and propitiating the (sacred) fire (by pouring oblations into it), Nanda, the cowherd chief---who felt convinced that the benedictions uttered by those truthful ones who are completely free from a carping spirit, mendacity, hypocrisy, jealousy, violence and pride never go in vain-gave to the Brahmanas very wholesome food to eat. For (the purpose of ensuring) his son's all-round prosperity Nanda (further) gave away (to the Brahmanas) cows endowed with all good qualities and adorned with cloth, garlands and gold necklaces and they uttered their (choicest) blessings in return. Obviously benedictions that are uttered by Brahmanas well versed in sacred prayers and united with God shall never prove fruitless and (invariably) come out true. One day (when Sri Krsna had just attained the age of one year), Yasoda (the good old lady), while she was busy fonding her son, seated in her lap, could not bear the weight of the Babe, who had (all of a sudden) grown heavy as a mountain-peak.
Placing Him on the ground, Yasoda (the cowherd lady), who felt astonished (at this wonderful phenomenon) and, oppressed with burden, contemplated on the Supreme Person (out of fear of some unexpected calamity) and set about her worldly duties (such as summoning Brahmanas for the ceremony of invoking blessings on her babe). A demon, Trnavarta by name and a servant of Kamsa, particularly directed (by him), appeared in the form of a whirlwind, enveloping the entire Gokula in particles of dust and blinding the eyes (of all), and shaking the quarters as well as the intermediate points with his most terrible roar, and carried away the squatting Babe. For an hour or so Vraja remained enveloped in dust and darkness. Yasoda did not find her son on the spot where she had set him. Oppressed with particles of sands wafted by Trnavarta and utterly confused, one could not see one's own self, much less another.
Not finding any trace of her son in the shower of dust occasioned by that violent whirlwind, and repeatedly thinking of Him in a most pathetic manner, the helpless mother (Yasoda) lamented and dropped on the ground like a cow whose calf had died. Having heard the cry (of Yasoda) later on, when the wind had the vehemence of its shower of dust abated, and with their mind sore afflicted at not perceiving there the Darling of Nanda, the cowherd women (too) wept, their face flooded with tears. Carrying away Lord Sri Krsna, Trnavarta, who had assumed the form of a whirlwind, went up to the skies (to a certain height) but could not proceed (further), his impetuosity having ceased now that he (felt he) was carrying a huge burden (since the Lord had grown heavy again). Taking that wonderful Boy to be a rock (of sapphire) because of His being heavier than himself (and having given up the form of a whirlwind), he could not cast Him away, caught as he was by the throat. Rendered motionless by the (extraordinary) pressure at the throat and giving forth an indistinct groan, the demon fell down dead in (the outskirts of) Vraja, Babe and all, his eyes having been shot out (of the sockets).
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