Another Moor said:
"One of the birds was once captured, and sent as a present to the King of Siam!"
An account of the capture of such a bird would have been very interesting!
There were great whirlpools around the mountainous tree. So that no ship could approach within three or four leagues of it.
But once, according to the legend, some adventurous sailors sailed near the great tree. They had a little boy on board their boat, and he must have surveyed the giant of the forest with wonder.
They sailed too near, for presently their boat began to go round and round, and they found themselves in the power of the whirlpool.
Round and round went the junk until it struck against a rock, and all on board perished, except the little boy, who was supple.
This child caught a plank and held on to it. He was carried hither and thither among the eddies and breakers, but he found himself drawing nearer and nearer the great tree. At last he was cast on shore at the foot of the tree.
"Here must be my home," said he, for he thought he never could get away again. No boat could come to him, and he could not fly.
The tree had great masses of bark, so that he could climb up into it. He mounted up to its high limbs. He could not starve, for the fruit of such a tree must have been sufficient to have supplied a colony.