—Are they buried?
—The wagon can be seen under the stones; and as he speaks he seems to take heart all at once, It can be seen! perhaps I shall be able to drag it out. But the mules! The mules are dead. How shall I manage?
A deep sigh heaves his broad chest.
—And you have come back here, I ask him? Many of you have come back?
—I have come back. This is my country. I have come to try to save my wagon and those poor animals, Nothing, nothing!
—Will you remain here?
—I shall! Where could I go? This is my country. I will also make my family return from Sarno. If you knew how many have returned!
—How many? How many?
—At least three thousand. Many have come back the following day. You see, we could not stay away.
—And where do they live?