Old Roland took the basket between his knees and tiltedit up, making the silver heap of creatures slide to the edge that hemight see those lying at the bottom, and their death-throes became moreconvulsive, while the strong smell of their bodies, a wholesome reekof brine, came up from the full depths of the creel.
Le père Roland saisit la manne entre ses genoux, la pencha, fit coulerjusqu'au bord le flot d'argent des bêtes pour voir celles du fond, etleur palpitation d'agonie s'accentua, et l'odeur forte de leur corps,une saine puanteur de marée, monta du ventre plein de la corbeille.