There, too, beyond our farthest fort, built of logs from the spruce forests, lay the same dark, monotonous horizon, the same world which has been closed to us from the time of the imprudent offensive launched by Augustus' legions, the ocean of trees and that vast reserve of fair-haired men.
Hantxe aurkitu nuen atzera berriz, baita ere, izei-zurezko taketez eraikitako gure azken gotorlekutik harantzago hedatzen zèn betiko ostertz monotono eta beltz berbera, Augustoren legioek bertan sakatu zutèn harako ziri zoroaz geroztik hartzara hertsia zaigun mundu berbera, zuhaitz-ozeanoa, gizon zuri eta horailen gordelekua.