It led through the forest, and by night his jackal led him on the scent.

By day he followed; by night and day Muata went on the track to the river.

At the river he heard news.

They had gone on the river towards the setting sun.
"Muata took a canoe from the river people, and with his jackal he followed, while the sun rose and set many times, and he came to the father of rivers.
"The waters were wide, and his canoe was like a leaf carried here and there.

His heart was sad, but the spirit of his mother prevailed.