"What the dickens," said I to myself, "can a hut be doing here?" Even as I said it the door of the hut opened, and there limped out of it a white man clothed in skins, and with an enormous black beard. I thought that I must have got a touch of the sun.
-Baina zer arraio egiten du txabola batek hor? -esan nuen nire artean. Une horretan bertan txabolako atea ireki egin zen, eta herrenka atera zen gizon zuri bat animalien larruz jantzita, bizar beltz luzea eta guzti.