In the times of old, mighty Baikal was jovial and kindly. All of his heart was given to his only daughter Angara. There was nothing under the heavens to supersede her beauty. By day she was bright — brighter than the sky, by night she was dark — darker than a storm-cloud. Whoever passed by her, everyone marvelled at her, and praised her. Even the itinerant birds: geese, swans, cranes — descended nethermost, but seldom took to the water.