"My spirit remembers that it was always thus.

Those wanderers who came hither always wished to return again to their own country, like the birds in spring.

Once there was a white man among them, that was more than twenty hundred years ago; he was a native of a country called Roma, and wore a helmet.

He wished to return, but my mother of that day, she kept him and by and by I will show him to you if you like.

Before that there was a brown man who came from a land where a great river overflows its banks every year.