She stood on the brink above the eastern end of the Rito, and began to descend over boulders and crags, and through bushes.

Only a part of the valley was visible; in the corn-fields not a living soul appeared.

Faster and faster Shotaye ran, regardless of rocks and shrubbery.

The western mountains were completely shrouded, lightning tore the clouds, thunder bellowed nearer and stronger.

At last she reached the bottom and turned toward the houses, panting, perspiring, but untired.