I fancied him running under the noble trees which line the road to Altona, gesticulating, making shots with his cane, thrashing the long grass, cutting the heads off the thistles, and disturbing the contemplative storks in their peaceful solitude.
Me lo imaginaba corriendo bajo los frondosos árboles de la calzada de Altona, gesticulando, golpeando las tapias con su pesado bastón, pisoteando las hierbas, decapitando los cardos a interrumpiendo el reposo de las solitarias cigüeñas.