all along the formless coast bordered by dangerous surf, as if Nature herself had tried to ward off intruders; in and out of rivers, streams of death in life, whose banks were rotting into mud, whose waters, thickened into slime, invaded the contorted mangroves, that seemed to writhe at us in the extremity of an impotent despair.
formarik gabeko kostaldean zehar, erresaka arriskugarriz azpilduta, natura bera ere sarkinak aldentzen saiatuko balitz bezala; sartu eta irten ibaietan-bizitzaren barruko heriozko korronteak-, bertako hegiak lokatzez ustelduak, bertako urak basaz lodituak eta mangle bihurrituen mendean, zeintzuek, gure aurrean, oinazez okertuta baitziruditen, etsipen ezdeus baten zorian.