Finally one morning we left that filthy native canoe and slipped into the forest by a hidden path that twined through the moist green gloom, lit only here and there by a ray of sunlight falling from the roof of that vast cathedral of leaves.
Goiz batez noizpait kanoa basati zerri hori utzi eta oihanean sartu ginen argi-ilun berde epelxkoan erdi-ikusten zen xidor bat hartuta, argi bakartzat ostozko katedrale infinito haren goren-gorenetik han-hemen amiltzen zen errainuren bat zeukana.