The word ivory would ring in the air for a while-and on we went again into the silence, along empty reaches, round the still bends, between the high walls of our winding way, reverberating in hollow claps the ponderous beat of the stern-wheel.
Marfil hitzak airean durundi egiten zuen, eta gero isiltasunera itzultzen ginen, eremu hutsetatik zehar, bihurgune mantsoak biratuz, gure bide bihurriaren murru garaien artetik, txopako errotaren palastatze unatuak txalokada sorretan durundan.