AsIdidso，therearosefromtheground-levelananimatedclodofearthintheshapeofasturdyindividual。Unwashedandunshaven，hehadhangingonhisframeanopencanvasshirt，greywithdust，andbaggybluebreeches。
“Goodevening，“Isaidtothefellow。
“Iwishyouthesame，“hereplied。“Whitherareyoubound？“
“Firstofall，whatisthenameofthisriver？“
“Whatisitsname？Why，itistheSagaidak，ofcourse。“