my father is here with has spoken already also is without her to night shouted the man with the drinking bottle flinging his staff to the ground while the island rang to the of give her the justice of the gk d ye were still when they my waters the great ye made no sign when my river was between the walls i had no help save my own strength and that the strength of mother before their guard towers what could i do i have done everything finish now heavenly ones i brought the death i rode the spotted sickness from hut to hut of their workmen and yet they would not cease a nose hide worn ass lame legged and forward i cast at them out of my nostrils but they would not cease would have moved but the lay heavy upon him he said here is herself the small has the a handkerchief to put over his face little help they fed me the for a month and i them out on my sand bars but their work went forward they are and sons of and ye left mother alone for their fire carriage to make a mock of the justice of the gk ds on the bridge the bridge the bull turned the in his mouth and slowly if the justice of the gods caught all who made a mock of holy things there would be many dark in the land mother but this goes beyond a mock said the darting forward a thou and ye too heavenly ones ye know that they have surely they must come to the let judge the buck made no movement as he answered how long has this evil been three years as men count years said the dose pressed to the earth does mother die then in a year that she is so anxious to see vengeance now the deep sea was where she runs but yesterday and to morrow the sea shall cover her again as the that which men call time can any say that this their bridge till to morrow said the buck there was a long hush and in the clearing of the storm the full moon stood up above the dripping trees judge ye then said the river sullenly i have spoken my shame the flood falls still i can do no more for my own part � it was the voice of the great seated within the it pleases me well to watch these men remembering that i also no small bridge in the world s youth they say too the tiger that these men came of the wreck of thy armies and therefore thou hast the bridge they toil my toiled in and they believe that their toil is too high but thou how the land is with their yea i know said the bull their gk ds instructed them in the matter a laugh ran round the circle their what should their gods know they were bom yesterday and those that made them are scarcely yet cold said the to morrow their gk ds will die ho i said mother talks good talk i told that to the who preached on the and he asked the to put me in irons for a great surely they make these things to please their gods said the bull a ain not altogether the elephant rolled forth it is for the profit of my my fat money that worship me at each new year when they draw my image at the head of the books i looking over their shoulders by see that the names in the books are those of men in far for all the towns are drawn together by the fire carriage and the money comes and goes swiftly and the account books grow as fat myself and i who am of luck i bless my they have changed the face of the which is my land they have killed and made new towns on my banks said the it is but the shifting of a little dirt let the dirt the bridge dig in the dirt if it pleases the dirt answered the elephant but afterwards said the tiger afterwards they will see that mother can no insult and they fall away from her first and later from us all one hy one in the end we are left with the drunken man staggered to his feet and vehemently lies my sister lies also this my stick is the of and he keeps of my when the time comes to worship and it is always the fire carriages move one by one and each bears a thousand they do not come any more but rolling upon wheels and my honour is increased i have seen thy bed at black with the said the leaning forward and but for the fire carriage they would have come slowly and in fewer numbers remember they come to me always went on thickly by day and night they pray to me all the common people in the fields and the roads who is like to day what talk is this of changing is my staff of for nothing he keeps the and he says that never were so many as to day and the fire carriage serves them well am i � of the common people and the of the heavenly ones to day also my staff peace thou i the bull the worship of the schools is mine and they talk very wisely asking the bridge whether i be one or many is the delight of my people and ye know what i am my wife thou also yea i know said the with lowered head greater am i than also for ye know who moved the minds of men that they should count holy among the rivers who die in that ye know how men come to us without punishment and knows 