Here is a story that happened once upon a time. A man had seven sons who
owned seven horses, seven guns, and seven pistols for hunting. Their mother
was about to increase the family. They said to their father: "If we have a
little sister we shall remain. If we have a little brother we shall go."
The woman had a little boy. They asked, "Which is it?"
"A boy."
They mounted their horses and departed, taking provisions with them. They
arrived at a tree, divided their bread, and ate it. The next day they
started and travelled as far as a place where they found a well, from which
they drew water. The older one said, "Come, let us put the young one in the
well." They united against him, put him in, and departed, leaving him
there. They came to a city.
The young man remained some time in the well where they had put him, until
one day a caravan passing that way stopped to draw water. While the people
were drinking they heard something moving at the bottom of the well. "Wait
a moment," they said; they let down a rope, the young man caught it and
climbed up. He was as black as a negro. The people took him away and sold
him to a man who conducted him to his house. He stayed there a month and
became white as snow. The wife of the man said:
"Come, let us go away together."
"Never!" he answered.