It was far to fall and he was heavy; those bones of his are broken into little pieces.

I went to see them when the vultures and the jackals had done their work.

And then I laughed three times and came here to die.
All that is long ago, and I have not died; though I wish to die and follow the road that Nada trod.

Perhaps I have lived to tell you this tale, my father, that you may repeat it to the white men if you will.
How old am I?
Nay, I do not know.

Very, very old.