I never thought again of this page, but at the moment when, on my corner of the box-seat, where the Doctor's coachman was in the habit of placing, in a hamper, the fowls which he had bought at Martinville market, I had finished writing it, I found such a sense of happiness, felt that it had so entirely relieved my mind of the obsession of the steeples, and of the mystery which they concealed, that, as though I myself were a hen and had just laid an egg, I began to sing at the top of my voice.
Sekula ez nintzen harrezkero orri hartaz oroitu, baina une hartan, doktorearen gurdizainak eskuarki Martinvilleko azokan erosi ohi zituèn hegaztiez beteriko otarrea paratzen zuèn jarleku-zoko hartan, hura idaztea bukatu nuenean, hainbesterainoko poza sentitu nuen, hain garbi konturatu nintzen nola idazkitxo hark zeharo kendua zidan bizkar gainetik kanpandorre haien zama, eta kanpandorreok beren baitan ezkutatzen bide zutenarena, non, ni neu ere oiloa izan eta arrautza errun berria banintz bezalaxe, kantari ekin bainion ahal bezain goraki.