By that time the prospect of leaving for the bush filled me with despair and thoughts of revolt; already I was planning to contract every available fever as soon as possible, to return to Fort-Gono desperately ill and so emaciated, so repulsive that they'd not only have to take me, but also to ship me back to France.
Nere oihanera joateaz pentsatzean etsipena eta arbuioa sentitzen nituen, eta gogo egin nuen beraz nere alkantzuan pasako ziren sukar guziez kutsatuko nintzela, lehenbailehen, eta gero Fort-Gonora itzuli eriturik, hain hezur-hutsik, hain nazkagarri, ezen derrigorrean amore eman eta onartu eta gainera etxeratu beharrean gertatuko ziren.