I raised my head.
Oh! joy unutterable! It was grain! Ay, golden grain!
Wheat, ready for the sickle!
We are saved! We must be near the habitations of man!
And so we were.
Nay, more; we were not a thousand miles away from home.
Thus it was a mightier king than Bô-gôô-gôô, one to whom in my despair, I had appealed for aid, caught up my loved Bulger and me and bore us away from Gô-gû-lâh, the Land of the Roundbodies.
And here I end my story.
