Whereupon I again thrust up my stick and handkerchief, calling for help till I was almost hoarse. In return to which, I heard a great shout repeated three times, giving me such transports of joy as are not to be conceived but by those who feel them.
Ondoren, berriro atera nituen makila eta sudur-zapia, laguntza eske oihuka ia erlastuta geratu arte. Erantzun gisa, deiadar bizi bat entzun nuen hiru aldiz errepikatua, eta izan nuen poza, halakoa sentitzen dutenek bakarrik uler dezakete.