everyone feeling vaguely forlorn, it wasn’t exactly that they lacked loved ones in the capital.  At precisely that juncture, a white bird, one with a red bill and legs, one the size of a snipe, was eating fish while flying about over the water.  Since it was a bird not seen in the capital, no one recognized it.  When they asked the ferryman, he said “It’d be this one that’s the capital bird”, and hearing him say (this),